Du Shaoqing did it as soon as he said it, and found some lees left over from his own brewing wine. In the Tang Dynasty, because the country lacked food in the country, the state stipulated that making wine was illegal. However, people have been drinking for a long time, so they brewed some turbid fruit wine from the mountains. Du Shaoqing's home opened an inn, so this turbid wine is naturally indispensable, and brewing wine will also produce lees.

If you want to make steamed buns, in this era when there is no baking powder, you can only use traditional old noodles as noodles. You need to mix flour with wine lees and water, and mix it in a warm environment for four hours to make old noodles.

At night, Du Shaoqing hugged the child and lay on the couch. The girl who had been tired for a day was also sleepy and was quickly coaxed to fall asleep. Seeing the little girl sleeping soundly, she frowned from time to time. Du Shaoqing guessed that it might be because she was dreaming of her mother, and at the same time she was even more confused. Who is the mother of this child? Where did she go?

At the same time, in the imperial palace of Chang'an City, the princess who was accompanying her seriously ill mother woke up from her sleep and sat up in shock.

The mother, Queen Changsun, next to her, was also awakened and asked lovingly: "Is it a nightmare? If you have any worries, you can tell your mother that you should not hold it alone, as it will hurt your body."

The princess held down the mother who was about to get up, and apologized: "I worry about the mother. The child is fine. It's just a dream. The mother's health is important, so let's take a rest quickly."

Then the princess lay down again, and the mother and daughter were silent for a moment. The queen sighed and asked, "You are my biological child, why don't I understand your personality? If you have anything to tell me, I can't harm you. The kind of thing that happened five years ago will not happen again. Your father and I have long regretted it."

The queen had already claimed to be a mother and wanted to say some thoughtful words, but what she had come was a few snoring. The princess was already asleep, perhaps pretending to be asleep, but even so, the queen could only sigh without waking her daughter. In the silent darkness, a tear slid across the corner of the princess's eyes.

After Du Shaoqing coaxed the child to sleep, he quietly got up alone and went to the kitchen to work hard again. It was almost midnight.

Looking at the small dough in the basin, there were many cracks on it. Du Shaoqing knew that he had succeeded, and God helped me. This is a ball of fermented old noodles.

Then he took the flour again, this time the amount was even larger, with a full five kilograms. Mix it with this ball of old noodles and fermented it for four hours again. If the five kilograms of flour were seen by Aunt San, he would definitely feel very distressed. If it was not done, wouldn’t this be a waste of food?

Du Shaoqing was completely sleepy and was just waiting for the steamed buns to ferment again. Whether they could develop steamed buns depends on this time. If not, they would not have time to experiment for themselves for a second time, because if they could not take out the steamed buns tomorrow, the store would be taken away by Mr. Tian.

Hard work pays off. After four long hours, Du Shaoqing saw a full pot of fermented dough and was overjoyed. It was done. The next thing was to pinch it into steamed buns and steam it in the pot.

So he was busy from late at night until the next morning. Du Shaoqing didn't close his eyes all night and had two black circles.

At dawn, when it was almost dawn, I calculated that the time was about to be over, so I removed the firewood, then got up and opened the steamer. After a fog steamed, there were white and round fresh steamed buns on the cage. Du Shaoqing laughed, it was done, it was done!

"Dad, what are you doing? Is this delicious? Xuanxuan is hungry and wants to eat it!" It turned out that although the little girl was young, she had barely learned to dress, but she seemed to have forgotten to wear shoes and ran to the kitchen barefoot.

Looking at the steamed buns that had just been lifted up the pot and smelling the seductive smell of wheat, Du Shaoqing had already seen the saliva at the corner of the little girl's mouth. It seemed that she was also a foodie.

He stepped forward and picked up his daughter, and then ignored whether he was washing his face or not, picked up a steamed bun and handed it over, "Come on, try my father's skills. This is what I said yesterday, it is ten times better than dough cakes."

The little girl stared at the bun and nodded repeatedly, then hugged her with both hands and took a big bite. Then she kept listening to her constantly ummy, ummy, and her eyes narrowed into a slit. It seemed that she was delicious and couldn't speak.

"I'll help you put on your shoes, and then you go to Grandpa San's house and call Grandpa San's family for breakfast, okay?"

Du Xuanxuan nodded and agreed readily. If Du Shaoqing hadn't held her down and helped her put on her shoes, she would probably have run over barefoot.

Soon, Uncle San's family came to the back house of the inn. The fastest one was his cousin Du Shaoming. After seeing Du Shaoqing's image, he laughed, "Brother, what are you doing? When are you still good at medical skills? Is this green cake-like thing curing your head?"

"Go and go, don't make trouble. This is the anti-swelling herb I collected myself yesterday. It looks indecent but works best. When I get busy, I forgot to take it off. What do children know?"

"Ah? Do you really understand medical skills? It seems that what my father said is really right. It is good to study too much. Even if you don't have an inn, you won't be hungry when you go to practice medicine." Du Shaoming said with some envy.

However, Du Shaoqing was not happy. In his previous life, his family practiced medicine for generations. He also learned medical skills since childhood and was very talented. He was favored by many seniors in China at a young age. He was praised as a rare Chinese medicine genius in a century. Unfortunately, he became famous at a young age and was envied by others. Later, he was framed. The family spent a lot of effort to protect him. Therefore, he went to climb Mount Hua alone, and later something happened to travel through time.

With the last painful experience, Du Shaoqing was tired of practicing medicine to save the world, so in this life, he never thought of relying on medical skills to make a living.

"Haha, Dalang got up so early. Yesterday, I was lucky. Not only did I hunt two pheasants, but I actually hunted a good red fox on the way back. The fox fur must be sold at a good price." Uncle San, who followed him in, smiled.

Aunt San, who walked in with Xuanxuan in her arms, asked in confusion: "Darang, you called us here so early, aren't you just in a hurry to talk about your pure white face?"

"Wow, brother, this steamed bun must be delicious. It smells like drooling when you smell it." It turned out that Du Shaoming, who went in the first place, had already discovered the steamed bun.

"You're hungry until dinner time, try it quickly."

Du Shaoqing took one for each of his third uncle and aunt. When the two of them pinched it in their hands, it was really magical. What was so soft? After trying to take a bite, both of them were lit up. Good things, absolutely good things, which are incomparable to those rough cakes.

Uncle San was overjoyed and said, "Dalang, with this good thing, it will definitely be easier to sell than dough cakes. Now our dough cake stall won't have to close."

"But, will others make this thing? And I heard your third aunt say it is pure white flour, so it is probably worth a lot. If this is the case, it will be hard to say."

Listening to Uncle San's words, Du Shaoqing explained with a smile: "Uncle San, this is made of a secret recipe. No one else can do it except me. I don't have to worry about them robbing business again.

Moreover, this steamed bun is carefully made by me. The white flour used for a steamed bun is the same as your coarse bread, but the steamed bun is larger, so we don’t have to sell four more for one penny. This time we sell three for one penny. Such a good thing will definitely be easy to sell."

Really? Uncle San exclaimed, a little unbelievable.

The price level of the Tang Dynasty, compared with the modern era, is roughly the price of one cent at that time, which is more than four yuan from the modern era, while the one thousand ci in the Tang Dynasty is a consistent amount of money, which is equivalent to one tael of silver (I will only talk about the official quotation here, not to mention that one tael of black market transactions can be worth 1,100 ci, etc. This book is all converted using this economic value, so please don’t be serious.)
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