Chapter 1265

Zhang Zhang Yanping's provocation made the livestream room howl, while Song Qiao Song Qiao carefully set up his phone at Zhou Zhou Maozhu's house and asked again: "Uncle Zhou Maozhu, can this really be filmed?"

"Sure, why can't it?"

Zhou Zhou Maozhu was on camera for the first time and felt a bit uncomfortable. He rubbed his hands for a moment, not daring to look at the lens. But that didn't stop him from talking:

"Don't mention frying this mugwort tea; other teas can be filmed too. Everyone knows how to do it; it's nothing rare, it's just that everyone's control of the heat is different."

"However, my tea shed is messy. Wait until the spring tea is harvested, and we'll fry it in the tea room of the factory on the mountain; that will be much brighter."

The factory on the mountain is small but has everything it needs; although it has been left idle for most of the time since it was built, isn't it waiting for this year to be put to use?

Especially since there is a lot of tea at home this year, Zhou Zhou Maozhu alone is clearly not enough. Wu Lan has been thinking about who to hire these past two days who is skilled and honest.

But the most urgent thing now is the mugwort tea and fish mint tea that need to be sent to the border.

She and Song Song Sancheng have old-fashioned ideas; once they heard that the border guards needed this, neither of them was happy with Song Tan's quote, thinking about reducing it, reducing it, and reducing it again.

In the end, Zhang Zhang Yanping advised: "If we reduce it further, this business won't make money, which is a small matter for us; just breaking even is fine. But if they happen to find out later, that's also a problem."

It's better to just send it out; at the very least, they will be happier.

【Why don't you take another look?】

Lu Chuan turned around in the warehouse for a long time and finally asked: "Then... there's still a lot of bean paste and chili oil left at home; how about sending some of that too?"

【Actually, it's not that hot; you see the leaves are so thick, they block the temperature in the pot, and pressing your hand on the leaves just feels warm.】

I took a look, and there's still quite a lot; it won't be edible in a few months, and the family will have to make new ones anyway.

【Hiss!】

【I gasped! That's the Iron Sand Palm!】

Speaking of this, he pulled an embarrassed smile on his honest face: "I was thinking that the fish mint and mugwort are both quite good; if done carelessly, the taste won't come out, so I treated it like green tea and fried it."

"If you want to drink it at home, you don't need to wither or kill the green and roll it; I'll teach you a quick method—"

Zhang Zhang Yanping's hand pressed down again, grabbing a handful of leaves to flip and rub; his fingertips brushed against the steaming iron pot, and everyone in the livestream room didn't dare to make a sound.

But as a chef, Old Master's daily cooking is already delicious enough with the original flavors, and he doesn't use these for every meal. So, even after sending some to relatives, there was still quite a bit left.

I don't know what to say either.

That works! Song Qiao Song Qiao was instantly pleasantly surprised.

"Will people laugh at us if we use that as a free gift?" Song Qiao Song Qiao was still a bit conflicted.

Originally, I intended to put it in the kitchen for Uncle Biao to boil tea eggs; that's better than the old tea stalks, but only to a limited extent.

In the end, the two thought and thought, and packed a bag of last year's tea scraps, about a little over a jin.

Tea frying is clearly Zhou Zhou Maozhu's field of expertise; once the tea pot got hot, he clearly entered the state, even forgetting his previous awkwardness and tension.

The mugwort buds and fish mint picked yesterday had been left for a night, and now they didn't look as fresh.

Really—Song Tan looked at the free gifts they dug out and couldn't help but sigh: their own family clearly grows tea, but when it comes to drinking it, from grandpa down to her own father, everyone only picks the broken leaves.

And Song Tan made an appointment with Brother Zhang for the courier pickup, then estimated the general shipping cost, thinking it's good that their family has money.

How should I put it? I knew the chef had iron hands, but I didn't expect the ordinary tea-frying uncle to have iron hands too!

"This tea frying can't use fresh leaves just picked; they have high water content, are hard to fry evenly, and are prone to scorching."

Although it does look...

"If you really don't want to take the money, why not think about sending some free gifts?"

【Is the temperature for tea frying low? Aren't you afraid of being burned?】

There were over a dozen jars of these messy sauces and oils; besides what was sold, there were still a few jars left at home.

Then, a pair of iron palms pressed down, ignoring the heat, and directly and rhythmically rubbed and flipped the leaves.

But the food and daily necessities consumed at the beginning of spring were almost gone, and not even half a bit of silver ear or wood ear could be found.

Because these things aren't the yellow leaves and tea scraps that the Song family drinks daily, but the real old leaves and yellow leaf scraps that are blown off by the wind when the tea is winnowed with a dustpan after frying...

"Like when we fry tea, the picked tea leaves have to be spread in a dustpan to air for a while, until the leaves lose water; we call this 【withering】."

【They are clearly experienced; their calluses are thick, so they aren't afraid of the heat.】

At this moment, he grabbed a handful of wilted fish mint tender leaves and showed them to everyone in front of the camera:

Before, when Song Song Meide wanted to drink it, Wu Lan wouldn't let him!

"After the fish mint leaves are picked, wash them clean and steam them directly in the pot; watch the heat and steam them for half a minute to a minute. Stir them while steaming to make it even, and then dry or bake them when they come out of the pot."

But sending that out, the couple really felt a bit embarrassed.

【It's clearly not low! If the temperature during tea frying was low, they would have already put the words "Low-Temperature Baking" on their promotional page.】

Cough.

"It's fine." Wu Lan comforted: "Put that in the livestream room, everyone will only be moved to tears of joy; it's not shabby at all!"

There is a lot of tea this year, so we must not do that again.

"There's no need for you young people to do it yourself."

As he spoke, his other calloused palm felt the temperature above the iron pot; estimating that the heat was about right, he grabbed the fish mint leaves from the dustpan and threw them into the pot.

At this moment, Song Qiao Song Qiao got the reminder and immediately went to the warehouse to flip through jars—the journey is long, and couriers are inconvenient; it's good that the family has plastic buckets, sending couriers is better than glass jars.

And Zhou Zhou Maozhu entered the state, becoming more and more natural: "Song Tan said this technique is to be taught to others? Sigh, you young people have tender skin and can't learn this."

Under the high temperature, the rubbed fish mint leaves quickly curled into thin, long strips, and the wide leaves curled together; the iron pot, which was originally covered and insulated by the green leaves, now exposed the heat-gray metal surface.

I clearly packed a few jin of good tea for Song Song Meide, but he turned around and sent it back.

And in Zhang Zhang Yanping's tea shed, Zhou Zhou Maozhu still didn't know that the ordinary mugwort and fish mint in front of him were about to come with sky-high free gifts; the two just stared at the livestream, Song Tan explained, Zhou Zhou Maozhu watched the bullet comments, and they still cooperated tacitly.

"That's more practical than money."

The bullet comment climate instantly warmed up—