Chapter 300

When Xu Qing and Li Changting came out of the inn, they saw that a large crowd of people had gathered at the door. However, on a closer look, there were few people with food in their hands, and most of them were watching.

Roughly counted the number of people, about 20 people, an hour after she released the news, only 20 people came to want to worship, this number had to say a little disappointed Xu Qing.

However, there are few people in the small town, and not all of them like to make cakes. Xu Qing is relieved to think that.

She stretched out her hand to signal everyone to be quiet: "first line up, one by one, I just taste the taste of your food, and then ask two questions, it won't delay you too much time."

We are all acquaintances in the town. It's not easy to compete with each other. Anyway, there are few people and they don't waste time, so they consciously line up casually.

Today's first assessment of apprenticeship, Xu Qing is considered to be practicing. She asked the first youth to take up the lunch box.

"This is a steamed bun made by myself. It's filled with pickles. There are few ingredients at home. Please don't give it up." The young man took out a plate of steamed buns from his food box and said politely.

Xu Qing said with a smile and shaking his head that he would not dislike it. In the days when everyone can only eat sweet potatoes, it's a luxury to eat noodles on them.

Xu Qing took out a bun, broke it in half, and looked at the stuffing inside. It tasted delicious. She took one bite and another, nodded and said, "yes, the taste is OK. The skin of the bun is soft and the acid-base is moderate. Do you open a bun shop?"

The young man nodded: "yes, yes, our family used to open a steamed bun shop. Unfortunately, my parents have all gone, and they haven't had time to pass on any crafts to me, so I hope I can worship a good master."

Xu Qing: "you are still gifted in making steamed buns, but I can't accept you. I just ate mud from pickles. The food that I taboo most is not clean. Look at your nails. As a cook, you can't keep yourself clean and tidy. I won't want such a person, but you are gifted in making steamed buns. I'm not talking nonsense. You can go to a steamed buns shop to learn I'll be more suitable for you. "

Looking at his dirty fingernails, the young man was a little ashamed. At first, he was criticized by Xu Qing and felt uncomfortable. However, he was very happy to hear that he was gifted in making steamed stuffed buns.

The young man went away with his food box, but he didn't go far either. He just stood by to see what would happen to the people below.

The next one was a young man, thin and ragged. He came over with a bowl and took away the broken plate, revealing the half bowl of fried beans.

When Xu Qing heard a hint of sweetness, she picked up a bean with her chopsticks and tasted it. "It's fried with sugarcane sugar. It's sweet and crisp. Is it fried by yourself? Has anyone taught you? "

The boy nodded, looking a little uneasy: "no one taught me, I fried myself, others say delicious."

Xu Qing said: "sorry, I can't accept you. In the future, you should remember that you can't fry anything. Fried food is harmful to people. It's not that the more burnt it is, the more delicious it is. Your beans are delicious because of the sweet sugar, not because they are fried well."

The boy bowed his head with regret and left with a bowl in his hand.

The third confidently stepped forward and took out a bowl of fish soup from the food box. There were two pieces of fish in the snow-white fish soup, dotted with a few green scallions.

As soon as this bowl of fish soup came out, there was a sudden exclamation around.

For people who haven't eaten meat for a year or even several years, this bowl of fish soup makes people drool.

Xu Qing calmly looked at the bowl of fish soup, took a pair of clean chopsticks and gently poked the fish in the soup.

Everyone looked at Xu Qing enviously and swallowed his saliva unconsciously. As a result, Xu Qing put down his chopsticks and said, "the fish has stinked. Sorry, I don't eat it."

The man was stunned. Wait, it's a fish!

He explained: "it's OK. It's just a little smelly. It's not bad, really! I'm good at making fish. Just try it. "

Xu Qing shakes her head and insists that she should eat the fishy fish. She is afraid to spit it out on the spot.

"Ah, you..." This person is a little annoyed. It's fish, which can't be bought with money. If you give it to her for free, you won't eat it. Are you sick!

But Li Changting said coldly, "next." Interrupted the man is about to blurt out the curse, finally the man glared at Xu Qing and Li Changting, put away the fish soup, a face unhappy left.

Xu Qing scanned the team and found that there were only seven or eight people left in the original team of more than 20 people.

The food brought by the remaining eight people was not so good either. They either tasted bad or couldn't eat it, or they just perfunctorily came to try their luck.

The only one who is good is the first youth to make steamed buns.

Xu Qing is very helpless. In fact, her requirements are really not high. At least the things she makes can't be too bad, right? If the first baozi brother doesn't step on Xu Qing's most taboo thunder, Xu Qing will probably think about it. As a result, the last one is not as good as the last one.

Forget it. Close the table.Before long, it was getting dark. Li Changting sent ten pieces of pastry to the innkeeper and went upstairs with a bucket of hot water.

People can bring their own dry food without ordering food, but it's strange that they don't even need hot water, so even if this bucket of hot water is just pretending, they still need it.

Close the doors and windows and enter the space.

Xu Qing went to cook. Today, he cooked sweet and sour spareribs, shredded chicken and stewed vermicelli with pork. He just killed the pig, but now he can eat the pork vigorously.

After dinner, Xu Qing devoted herself to making cakes. Judging from today's sales situation, she didn't make more, so she didn't sell enough in the future.

Li Changting and duanmuxiang fight next to each other. Li Changting is in charge of strenuous work, while duanmuxiang stores the finished products in a large wooden plate, picking out the defective products that are not selling well.

Six kinds of cakes are made in baskets, and then neatly stacked in beautiful wooden plates. Each plate is about a hundred. Among them, mung bean cake, sweet scented osmanthus cake and small pastry are the most, nearly 300 of each.

The remaining jujube cakes, sweet potato balls and potato cakes were only made in about 60 portions, which were less without putting them in.

Three people busy in the middle of the night to take a bath to sleep, before going to bed Xu Qing suddenly thought of a thing.

"Ah, it suddenly occurred to me that we could make some work clothes for qingtingfang." Xu Qing had a whim: "just like those sects have their own clothes and the escort agency has their own clothes, we can also wear custom-made pastry clothes, especially beautiful and handsome."

Li Changting yawned: "what do you want to do?"