The daily life of the "send child" magic stick [Rebirth]

"Master, do you want to squeeze a new bucket of buffalo milk?"

Zhang Xiaofu stood cautiously by the kitchen door, looking expectantly at the young master who was busy at the stove.

These days, he has been drinking the food that the young master failed to tame.

He drank buckets of buffalo milk endlessly, and now he smelled the aroma of milk, making him feel a little nauseous.

As soon as Xiaozi saw the milk in the bowl, she turned her head and ran away without even sniffing it.

"Squeeze! Go, Xiaofu, squeeze another bucket for me."

Hearing this, Zheng Chengwen looked at the empty milk bucket at his feet, and his expression became a little hideous.

Ahhh! ! !

Why is he just not good at making double-skin milk? No matter whether it is the egg white version or the whole egg version, all the steamed double-skin milk has the taste and texture of stewed eggs!

After solving the mystery of Jiang Zhuangnai's milk temperature, he has been fighting with the little goblin Shuangpi Nai for four or five days.

In order to get fresh buffalo milk as soon as possible, he specially asked He Bo to buy him a milking cow in case of emergency, and he can have it whenever he wants.

These days, at least three barrels of buffalo milk were destroyed by him every day, but he still couldn't subdue the little goblin Shuangpi Nai.

He tasted the finished product countless times, resulting in a few pounds of fat, didn't he get the reward he deserved?

angry, convex

"Yes, sir."

After getting the young master's reply, Zhang Xiaofu's shoulders could not help drooping.

With heavy steps, he turned his head, silently hoping that the young master in the kitchen would change his mind before he left.

What to do, he really doesn't want to eat stewed eggs anymore.

Unfortunately, until he stepped out of the courtyard, the young master still failed to call him back.

hum.

Zheng Chengwensheng was paralyzed on the bed, he used up the last bucket of buffalo milk today, and still steamed out N bowls of stewed eggs o(╥﹏╥)o

What is even more sad is that no one in the family is willing to take a bite of these stewed eggs.

Even Xiao Zi in the yard didn't even care about it, and ran away without even licking it.

Yang Jiu Yang ten harm him!

Obviously those documentaries and gourmet programs say that the delicious double-skin milk can be made with the three ingredients of egg white, sugar, water and milk.

But he has mistreated so many ingredients, and the finished product is still a stewed egg with a mutated color.

If he had known this earlier, he would not have bothered to spend money on prescriptions because he underestimated Shuangpi Nai in his previous life.

He was so distressed that so many things were wasted.

Fortunately, all his failed products were sent to Dad Zheng's Baby Bureau to make the best use of them.

According to his father, the children in the bureau are quite happy.For his stewed eggs, everyone is full of praise.

Alas, sad, what he cooks is not stewed eggs!

His culinary heart was severely injured by the little fairy Shuangpi Nai.

Yao Ninghui walked into the room, and saw Ah Wen lying motionless on the bed with tears in his eyes.

Pfft, did you fail again today?

Seeing this, he was both amused and worried.

"Okay, don't be sad. If you can't make double skin milk, then make something else! The ginger milk you made earlier tastes very good."

Silently stepped forward to hug Ah Wen, he committed suicide to comfort him.

He didn't think it would have much effect to sell calves with buffalo milk food recipes.

Just seeing the other party's excited appearance, he didn't say any more.

As a "Songzi Niangniang", she sat down to pray in the temple, but since she came to Jinjiang County, she has not had a single believer, and she has no place to use her skills.

At the beginning, he was quite worried, afraid that the other party's status would change suddenly, and he would be overwhelmed for a while.

It's good to find something to distract yourself now.

"Woo! Leave me alone and leave me alone."

Zheng Chengwen was picked up and hugged by his darling, not only was he not comforted, but angrily began to hammer the bed boards.

hateful!

He didn't care, he was going to fight this little goblin to death.

"You, don't keep thinking about the only one. Aren't other recipes good? The production process of this double skin milk is cumbersome and the materials are harsh. It's too wasteful to use only egg whites without egg yolks. You People at home know that its taste is actually not that popular. My dear, let’s change the recipe. The milk slices you mentioned are quite good. They can be stored after clearing heat and can be used as salt. It’s out, and those merchants who are away from home will like it.”

Yao Ninghui kissed the other person's hair and continued to comfort him.

Just looking at the angry words and small actions of the person in his arms, he really couldn't laugh or cry.

Isn't it just another form of stewed eggs? Why is Ah Wen so twisted.

"..."

After Zheng Chengwen listened to the other party's advice silently in the dear words, he began to hesitate for a while.

Is it true that Shuangpi Nai does not meet the tastes of the people here?

Moreover, maybe the authentic double-skin milk in the previous life really had a unique technique that was difficult to crack, so how could he not be able to make a double-skin milk that was not stewed eggs?

"Do you really think milk chips are going to be popular? That's a damn thing."

The heartbroken limbs slumped in Aning's arms for a while, and he couldn't help asking in a low voice.

Although milk tablets were once very popular in the previous life, they are still not as popular and popular as double skin milk and other dairy products.

Moreover, it is very troublesome to make this milk slice.

Lazy, don't want to do it -_-||

"How do you know it won't work if you don't do it. What's more, the milk slices you said can be stored for a long time, and it will be much more convenient to buy and sell. Salty is very good, and you can save all the salt."

"Okay, I won't make double-skin milk tomorrow. Huh, I don't believe that this milk slice is still unsuccessful! By the way, how are you visiting these days? Have you decided where to open your livestock agency? ?”

Zheng Chengwen frowned and thought for a while, finally gritted his teeth and said that he would give up the little fairy Shuangpi Nai and stop entangled with it.

Working people love salty, maybe milk slices will be more popular in Jinjiang County than sweet dairy products such as double-skin milk ginger milk.

After letting go of this one-sided "sadomasochism", he suddenly remembered that Aning was determined to be a member of the largest livestock platform in Jinjiang County.

I don't know how he and Zhang Dagui's investigation in the county is going. Is the market prospect of this livestock trader good or bad?

"Very good. It's much simpler than I imagined. As for the location, isn't there a piece of land near your animal house? I plan to open the agency there."

After Yao Ninghui heard this, he briefly talked about what their master and servant had found in the county.

The largest livestock merchant in Jinjiang County is only the Zhu family, and the others are small traders and farmers who have few calves to sell all year round.

In the past, most of the bulls and calves in the county were stored in Zhu's house, and those merchants had no choice but to buy them from Zhu's house.

Now the Zhu family does not dare to suppress the Zheng family. With the help of Veterinarian He from the Native Animal Museum and Ah Wen's ability, the number of calves they can control will only increase in the future.

With the supply of calves outside Zhu's family, it will be much more convenient for him to open his agency.

What's more, he also has various contacts in the Yao family, so it's not very difficult to be a middleman.

"Really? Aning, you are awesome! Come, come, I will give you a reward."

Zheng Chengwen was overjoyed at the fact that his beloved opened a shop near the Native Animal Museum.

The principle of proximity is good, when the time comes, they can go to work while spreading dog food everywhere.

Moreover, the husband and wife finally got one thing done smoothly.

With the idea of ​​rubbing away his own bad luck, he quickly put his arms around the other's neck and exchanged happiness.

Boji Boji, let him rub his European spirit.

Ahem, of course, in order to consolidate the joy just in case, he and Aning exchanged not only saliva, but also the indescribable liquid several times in the end.

Long live Ouwang!

He will also leave Africa and enter Europe again, and he will reach the pinnacle of his life from then on.

……

Time just passed by day by day.

When Ah Ning's agency officially opened, the milk tablets that Zheng Chengwen was working on finally started to look good.

Hehe, I didn't expect his servant to be a handyman.

Before preparing the tools and materials for making milk slices, he originally wanted to find a woodworker to help carve a few molds for squeezing milk.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiaofu stepped forward when he learned about it, saying that his father and father are carpenters, and he can do a small mold.

After preparing materials and tools such as high-concentration brine, buffalo milk, vinegar, crock, teacup, spoon, and mold, he officially started making milk slices.

After fiddling with Jiang Zhuangnai to solve the mystery of milk temperature, he seems to have a good grasp of temperature.

The key to making milk slices this time - the temperature of buffalo milk and vinegar, he tried repeatedly for a day, and on the second day, he was able to control the appropriate temperature based on his personal experience.

Unfortunately, he is handicapped!

I remember that the owner of the time-honored Jinbang milk shop in the previous life said that it only takes one to two minutes to make a piece of milk.

But from the time when he was in a hurry at the beginning, it took him at least five or six minutes to finish one piece after he became proficient.

The milk slices have to be pressed out piece by piece, and then smoothed out. He has wasted a lot of time in these two steps alone.

The final finished products are also of different thicknesses and sizes, which look bumpy and ugly.

He mixes a catty of buffalo milk with vinegar, and can make three 50 yuan milk slices. He counts the failed products, and the most one is about 20 yuan.

He was always unable to make qualified milk slices, and when Zheng Chengwen was about to turn into a rage, when he was on the verge of smashing the pot, his almighty boy stepped forward again.

"Master, why don't you let me try it?" saved the clay pot in his hand.

Facts have proved that a good carpenter is enough to be a good master of making milk chips -_-||

Hi!

This is Zhang Xiaofuguang's first time tinkering with this thing. After scrapping the first few slices of milk, he can make perfect slices of milk smoothly.

Seeing that the other party smoothed the bucket of buffalo milk into complete milk pieces, he personally counted the finished products in the brine bucket one by one.

Sure enough, the handicapped party like him is not in the same dimension as the ingenious handicraft boss.

The number of milk slices in this brine bucket, on average, can produce more than 45 slices per catty of buffalo milk.

After slipping away, he still returned to his old profession, and honestly returned to the magic stick for "giving children" shared by humans and animals.

Spend a few more pregnancy points to increase the chances of those cows becoming more than one calf.

This can not only make those cattle owners happy, but also help Aning's intermediary agency, kill two birds with one stone, and get what they need.

Hello, hello, hello everyone, is really good.

It's not his profession and intention to stay in the kitchen and be tortured and frustrated by goblins!

Ever since he stopped working as a cook in the kitchen, Zheng Chengwen has returned to the carefree and carefree life of a stickman.

After He Bo found a suitable cow and ordered the owners of the cows to gather in the animal house, he wandered to the scene to "release the lottery" for each cow.

It's actually quick and easy to count "good days" for those cows and give away eggs.

All you need to do is to convey the results on the notice to He Bo in a concise and concise manner, and the other party will take over the rest, and he doesn't have to do anything.

There is no need to waste time explaining, and there is no need to rack your brains to find excuses. He ran away after he finished speaking, and just acted as the shopkeeper.

This god stick is much more comfortable than when he was a temple in Fenggang County to solve the lottery for the believers. At least the cows will not chase after him to ask various questions, and occasionally there will be all kinds of anger of the believers who are estimated to be angry on the spot. emergencies.

Hey, seeing that everyone in the family is busy in their own way, he is the only one who is idle.

Although he felt a little guilty, the sun still couldn't help but brighten up in his heart.

It's great to be a salted fish, especially after he succeeds several times, he will immediately return to the throne of Ouwang and start to worry about everything.

The only trouble is that his mother fell in love with milk tablets at first sight.

"Mom, let's stop drinking milk porridge, okay? I've been drinking it for half a month. I'm going out for a walk now. People think I'm not weaned."

Faced with a small bowl of porridge soaked in milk slices every morning and evening, Zheng Chengwen secretly rolled his eyes helplessly.

It's okay for Zheng Niang to like it, but the frightening thing is that his mother almost regarded it as a panacea and ordered him to eat it.

Ever since Yuanyuan got angry and had a sore throat, after drinking milk porridge for a few days, his mother has become a loyal fan of milk tablets.

At that time, he was secretly happy about it, wow, with Zheng Niang's brainless boasting of his products, it is basically not worrying about selling.

Unfortunately, after his cheeks swelled from the fire, his mother began to force him to drink milk porridge.

However, his condition was more serious than Yuan Yuan's, and after half a month of drinking, he still couldn't fully recover.

Although he hates drinking traditional Chinese medicine, it's better than being covered in the smell of milk.

Not only the strange gazes from outsiders, even Aning also became fond of sniffing him, and occasionally sucking on him.

hateful!

There were red marks all over his body, which made him dare not even lift up his clothes to breathe.

"Okay, don't drink if you don't like to drink. Anyway, your cheeks are almost swollen. Next time, let's see if you dare to picky eaters."

When Hu Baozhu heard this, he glared at his eldest son angrily.

If it wasn't for the other party's refusal to take the medicine honestly, and her sore cheeks were swollen, how could she have forced Wen'er to drink the appetizing milk porridge.

After the child arrived in Jinjiang County, he found that the meat here was delicious, so he became picky eaters, and asked him to eat more fruits and vegetables.

See, if you don't listen to the old man's words, the only one who suffers is yourself.