Chapter 819: Dried tea flowers and capitalists

Chef Jiang, as a qualified chef, wanders around the mountain every day and has discovered many good ingredients.

Of course, because he came too late, many ingredients can only pin their hopes on next year's state. This year, there is the one mentioned now—

"I saw that the tea flowers in the tea garden were all blooming a while ago, and I picked a dustpan full. Don't mention it, it's really good to soak in tea after drying."

Zhang Zhang Yanping was stunned: Tea flowers are also dried and soaked in tea?

He immediately opened Baidu—

Oh, it's that kind of white small flower with thick yellow dense stamens. Soaking in water after drying can dissipate blood stasis and reduce swelling, beautify and nourish the face...

His first reaction was—it can be sold for money!

After all, once the four words "beautify and nourish the face" come out, no matter what is sold, someone will be interested.

Chef Jiang knew what he was thinking as soon as he saw his reaction, and hurriedly said: "It's late, it's late, the tea flowers on the mountain are almost all blooming, and the fruits are all big."

"I want you to ask Song Tan if she wants to eat tea oil at home, pick the tea seeds and dry them in a few days, and you can squeeze some tea oil."

"That won't cost much money, right? A wine cup, a thin pestle, four tea seeds, and a big gift box."

But Chef Jiang already had an idea, and at this moment, he only hated that Yan Ran and others were not at home, otherwise he could directly take a few beautiful photos of pastoral tea flowers and come for a pre-cooling first.

Just, isn't it talking about tea seeds? How did it become childhood nostalgia and stress relief, and a set meal?

Pounding tea seeds, that's just something children in the countryside play with because they have no toys. What's so strange about that?

He had a "you don't understand" face, and at this moment, he couldn't help but reveal a nostalgic look:

He raised his head, the golden sunlight reflected on his dark face, as if gold could seep out of his pores, and when he smiled, his white teeth seemed to be inlaid with gold!

And then there were fresh vegetables!

But Lu Chuan knew it well.

Ruan Tang Hongfu didn't know that his reputation had been chaotic to this point, he was just complacent:

"This... Mr. Lu... you always collect things from our house, can you tell me how to grab them every day?"

That thing, pounding for ten days and a half months, it's hard to get a dime of oil! 40 years ago, when I had oil coupons, I didn't save so much when cooking!

Now open the door and take the express delivery, but the Fengfeng express brother on the opposite side is huffing and puffing and unwilling to leave.

What was sent at the beginning was sugar-fried chestnuts, and later it was sauce.

Ruan Tang Hongfu was shocked!

It was sent too much, I tactfully refused, and the other party didn't even reply to the message, so Lu Chuan was inexplicably relaxed, so he just accepted it all generously.

Now shrinking at home, no matter what, he is unwilling to go to be robbed of rice again!

"What tea oil to squeeze?"

"This shop seems to have a small partner, specifically supplying high-end hotels. A monopoly agreement was signed here, and it cannot be sold to others."

Now that question...

But Ruan Tang Hongfu only cared about the past: "When I came to Tan Tan's house to play when I was a child, during the winter vacation, our children each took a large wine cup, poured eight or ten tea seeds inside, buckled the pen cap, and started pounding with the pen. The hands didn't stop all day, it was so much fun!"

That's the Old Song family's tea seeds! The oil pounded out must be fragrant too! It's not enough to stir-fry, can't we smell it twice?

"If you think so, the sellers I met when I was a child were also quite conscientious!"

But there is no photographer, there are still a group of fishing enthusiasts.

The express brother had a sad face: "Our house is limited in everything now. My wife squats at home every day to grab it and can't grab it!"

Ruan Tang Hongfu was speechless for a moment, he looked at Zhang Zhang Yanping: "Am I that kind of person?"

I planned to stay in Beicheng for a week, and flew back on Saturday and Sunday to make up for two days. After going back, it was probably because the complexion was seen to be better, so I was forced to stay for seven days.

"If you think about it that way, how much oil can this tea garden produce? Is it worth the effort?"

Lu Chuan's heart jumped, and sure enough, he heard the other party coyly ask:

After a few days, the Fengfeng express brother huffed and puffed and moved a small box!

Open it and see, inside are seven large jars of pickled sweet potato vines, and thoughtfully marked the day of pickling, telling me to open it after half a month.

"You, go back and write a copy—【Childhood Nostalgia Stress Relief Set Meal】, how about it? Can you guess what it is?"

However, the harvest during this period is a bit small!

That seems to be true. Zhang Zhang Yanping doesn't know the price of their things.

Adding up before and after, it was more than ten days, simply like a year!

And in the distant Imperial Capital, Lu Chuan has been back from Beicheng for a month, and is still being entangled by Director Zhang and the crew.

"It's sold secretly on the Internet, it's really hard to grab!"

"Chef Jiang, you are old, you can understand our childhood."

Lu Chuan:...

Chef Jiang's eyes widened: Are you polite? Who is old? Look at your five big and three rough face, look at my delicate skin and tender meat...

But...

"What kind of words are these?" Chef Jiang agreed very much: "29 yuan a portion, I pack the mail and the gift box, I didn't make much money at all! When did our family sell such cheap things? This is purely giving back to new and old customers."

People have done the three visits to the thatched cottage vividly, wishing they could invite me to follow the group as a screenwriter instructor and consultant every day.

It is clear that the drunkard's intention is not in the wine!

The Chinese cabbage was sent over, although it was no longer the crisp look when it was just picked, it was still green and cute.

It's not a coincidence, I haven't opened the Taotao Treasure shop once during that time.

Why not? Everyone in the family says he is the best at making money. When a mouse passes by the door, he is still thinking about asking them to split their legs and earn two copper coins!

I thought of this, and hurriedly warned: "Are you trying to engage in this kind of ancient handmade tea oil?"

"Ruan Tang Hongfu, you can't grasp young people at all now."

"Zhang Zhang Yanping, you said that young people have a lot of pressure now. If you have nothing to do, you can get this thing, which can be nostalgic, let them know the countryside, and let them release pressure—I sell each set for 29, is it too much?"

I have a hand in writing stories, but the profession of screenwriter is not what I am good at. What's more, does Director Zhang's group count on me to write a script?

I had to look left and right:

Zhang Zhang Yanping was dumbfounded!

But I saw Ruan Tang Hongfu gesturing: "I'll order a batch of old-fashioned glass wine cups later, and then order a box of such suitable thin wooden pestles, just as thick as a pen!"

Thinking of this, I hurriedly went down the mountain to work first.

I don't know why, I subconsciously covered my waist, and then muttered:

Tea oil cooking was popular for a while. Zhang Zhang Yanping knew that the thing was quite nutritious, and the taste was unique.

But... but I still feel where it is wrong! ===== CHAPTER 820 =====