Mother Su nodded in understanding, "Aren't you planning to sell it?"

She understood what Su's mother meant, "It's okay, I just took a few balls. I made a lot and can sell them for a long time. It's just right to cook them and let everyone help taste them."

Mother Su smiled and said, "No matter what you do, it's always successful." Thinking of the progress of the road digging, she sighed, "We have been digging for so many days, and we have only dug so little. How long will it take to dig through?"

"No hurry." Thinking of Shen Xingye, Su Ziling grinned, "I'll go to the county in a couple of days to deliver tea and ask."

"Send tea? Or send it to the same teahouse as last year?"

Last year, the Su family earned several hundred taels of silver from the tea leaves, so this year when they heard that the tea leaves could be picked, everyone was more enthusiastic.

"No," Su Ziling shook his head, "This year's customers are much more powerful than last year, and the prices they offer are also higher."

Shen Xingye had ordered the tea long in advance, especially the tea from century-old trees, and the price was higher than what the teahouse offered. As for whether he wanted to drink it himself or use it for something else, she had no control over that.

She just makes money anyway.

During the Chinese New Year, he sent a truckload of vermicelli back to Beijing. Just as he expected, everyone went crazy for it, and of course he made a small profit.

More and more people came to see him, so he simply came back to discuss with Su Ziling and asked her to provide him with vermicelli exclusively in the future.

The price he offered was high, so Su Ziling bared his white teeth and accepted it.

After all, he gave her a lot of money, and she was not stupid enough not to make money.

So now most of the vermicelli in the workshop is provided to Shen Xingye, a small number is given to Wang Fusheng’s restaurant in the provincial capital, and the rest is sold by her family themselves.

When he went to deliver vermicelli that day, Su Ziling mentioned the road construction issue to him. He said to give him some time and wait for him to think of a solution.

It has been a market day, and she estimated that the time is about right. It would be a good opportunity to rush the payment since she would go to deliver the tea in two days.

After a while, the two arrived at the place, and everyone was still digging the road.

Normally this is a strenuous job, but everyone worked enthusiastically, as if they didn't know how to get tired, and chatted and laughed while digging.

Men are responsible for digging, while women or the elderly and children are responsible for cleaning the soil and carrying it out with dung baskets.

As soon as her ox cart appeared, people saw her and shouted, "It's time for dinner! It's time for dinner!"

"Everyone hurry up and clean up what you dug before eating!"

"Okay! No problem!"

"Hahahaha! This whole day, I've been looking forward to Xiaoqing coming to deliver food. Her cooking skills are really good. The same food tastes different when she makes it."

"Qing girl, what are you eating today?"

Su Ziling tied up the cow, and he and his mother brought down the food, unloaded the cart, and tied the cow into the mountains to let it graze.

"Same old, the staple food is steamed buns, mixed with zheergen, stir-fried minced bean curd and pork, a bucket of pickled vegetables, and a pot of twice-cooked pork with wild garlic."

Have one meat dish every day, with some meat, and the rest is basically up to you.

"Pickled vegetables are good. I enjoy eating pickled vegetables in this weather, but it's unbearable to eat steamed buns every day. You can make some steamed buns, vegetable steamed buns, etc."

As you can see, although the steamed buns are not made entirely of white flour, they are still not as good as those made of buckwheat flour and black flour. Corn is cheap and can fill you up.

"Yes, yes, yes, we like to eat wowotou. Next time, we can just steam wowotou instead of eating steamed buns every day."

"Okay, next time I'll make steamed corn bread for everyone and we can take turns eating them." Su Ziling accepted everyone's kindness.

She didn't say that, in fact, the steamed buns were not pure. There was white flour, but not much. Most of it was buckwheat flour, black flour and corn flour, but it was fermented with yeast.

Su Ziling moved a few stones and built a simple earthen stove, and his mother went into the mountains and brought out a bundle of firewood.

After boiling the water, she began to prepare the ingredients for the soup.

Looking at the thick smoke, everyone was curious, "Qing girl, why are you so angry? Didn't you cook enough?"

"That's enough. I'll make some soup for everyone."

After hearing what she said, everyone became curious. "What kind of soup is this? Do we need to bring it to the mountains to cook it? Don't we usually cook it and bring it here?"

Su Ziling grinned, "Qinglong Crossing the Sea Soup!"

"You've never had it before? This is my first time cooking it too, so it's a good opportunity for everyone to help taste it."

"Wow! This is our first time cooking, we are in for a treat. Come on, everyone, clean this up so we can eat!"

The man shouted and everyone became very motivated.

"Mother, please add more firewood." Seeing them speeding up, Su Ziling was afraid that they would finish the work but the water would not boil yet.

Su Ziling first broke up the dried pickled vegetables and put them into a bucket, then added salt, red pepper, and crushed ginger, and then put in three or two pieces of green onion and old Burmese coriander. (Qinglong Guohai Soup)

After the water boils, pour it directly into the bucket. The dried pickled vegetables will open up when they come into contact with water, and the boiling water will slowly change color and become clear and transparent.

The sour taste of pickled vegetables, the spiciness of red peppers, and the spicy aroma of onions and ginger, a bowl of this in the hot summer is refreshing, sour and appetizing.

As soon as the second pot of water was added, everyone finished their work, put down their tools, walked to the ditch to wash their hands, and then couldn't wait to come over to eat.

Mother Su opened the steamer and said, "Come, come, come, take it yourself."

Knowing how much food there was, no one scrambled for it. Everyone lined up, each with a steamed bun, a pair of chopsticks and a bowl.

Many people took a bite of the steamed buns the moment they got them, and said, "Sister-in-law, your steamed buns are really well steamed, full of wheat aroma, and very soft. I also ate the ones sold at the market once, hehe, to be honest, they are not as delicious or as soft as these."

Su Ziling was making soup on the side, and when he heard his words, the corners of his mouth twitched. The steamed buns were full of wheat aroma. The buns used less white flour, and I don't know how he could taste the wheat aroma.

"Is that so? If it tastes good, eat more and eat until you're full. If it's not enough, come and get more." Su's mother opened the steamer and left it alone. She put out the basins and poured out the vegetables in the bucket to make it easier for everyone to pick up the food.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law. We won't be polite."

"That's right. If it were any other family, we would probably have to be more restrained. But we can't tolerate Xiaoqing's craftsmanship."

After they finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter again. The laughter could be heard from far away, and the birds in the forest were startled and flew up and scattered.

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