​Transmigrated into Ancient Times to Sell Desserts

is a very tool-dependent industry.
As long as you do baking, you will be spending a lot of money on tools.
It can be said that the bakers are developed with money.

There are two kinds of baking tools, one is a mold, although it is complicated here, it is not impossible to make.
Ji Wei’s big setback is the plug-in tools such as ovens or bread machines.
Even if he can ask someone to make the outer shells, he can’t solve the problem of generating electricity.

If he wants to resume his old business in this world, the top priority is to solve the problem of the oven.

No oven, no pastry.

Ji Wei suddenly felt a headache.
In the previous life, the oven was from several thousand yuan to tens of hundreds.
It was available everywhere.
How would he have thought that one day, he would be stumped by it.

If there is a problem, there is always a solution.

Ji Wei spent many years abroad to study Western pastry in his previous life.
He had seen many family-made bread kilns and used them.
He had also asked about the production principles, but he has never done it before, so whether it can be successful is still a question.

As he was pondering his problems, Liu Yimian, who had finished wiping the cart, walked in after smelling something nice.
When he saw Ji Wei sitting and thinking about something there, he put the rag aside, walked behind him, and whispered, “Brother Ji, I’ll massage your back.”

Before, when the original owner comes home feeling tired, he would ask Liu Yimian to help him massage his shoulders and legs.
At first, the original owner disliked Liu Yimian’s lack of strength.
After a few scolding, Liu Yimian learned quickly.
Later, the craftsmanship became more and more exquisite, which made the original owner quite praised.

Without waiting for Ji Wei’s consent, Liu Yimian’s hand squeezed Ji Wei’s shoulder.
He skillfully pressed near the spine, sometimes light sometimes heavy, so that Ji Wei, who had been tired from the morning until now, felt a warm flow of heat in the shoulders.
He couldn’t help moaning comfortably, and praised: “Mianmian, your massage skill is quite good.”

In his previous life, Ji Wei had been to massage parlors, the skill of the masseuse was similar.

Liu Yimian’s felt that his face was slightly hot, but he didn’t make a sound.

Mianmian was his nickname, except for his mother, only Aunt Zhou called him that.
When the original owner called for him, at most he will call him Liu Yimian, he had never been so affectionate.
The way Ji Wei addressed him made Liu Yimian a little embarrassed.

Ji Wei was feeling very comfortable by the massage.
As he had got up early this morning, his eyelids were beginning to close, and felt a little drowsy.
After a short while, his head jerked suddenly, he jumped up from the stool, remembering that something was still cooking in the pot.

He quickly ran over to check and found that the pot had been filled with water.

“I was afraid that the water wasn’t enough, so I added half a scoopful.
Would it be too much?” Liu Yimian said nervously.

“No, no, I was going to add water.
I didn’t expect your massages to be so comfortable, I fell asleep.
Fortunately, you look at the pot, otherwise it will be broken if it burns dry.” Ji Wei praised Liu Yimian again and took the rested dough to the table with the rolling pin.

He wipes the table twice with a damp rag, then dusts with a layer of flour.

Ji Wei first divided the dough into two halves, kneaded half of them into long strips, and crossed them into a twist shape.

Then he grabbed the two ends of the dough with his left hand facing inward and his right hand facing outward and shook it, He then folded it into two pieces with flour on the chopping board to prevent the noodles from sticking, he then repeated the steps a few more times.

The dough opened and turned into noodles as thin as hair in just a quarter of an hour.

Liu Yimian, who was watching the whole process, was startled by this skill and forgot to blink.
He stared straight at Ji Wei’s hand, and after a while, he recovered his voice, “Brother Ji, when did you learn that?”

As Ji Wei was pulling the noodles, he took time to smile at him, “I learned it in my dreams.”

Liu Yimian stopped talking, silently watching Ji Weixing’s movements, he couldn’t help feeling inferior.

He is a maid brother, but his cooking skills are not as good as brother Ji’s, which is embarrassing.

After Ji Wei finished pulling the noodles, he poured the stewed bone soup into a large pot.
When the pot is dry, he added vegetable oil into it.
Subsequently, he cut a small half of the lean meat into strips, saute in the oil pot, sprinkle with a little sugar, and then pour the bone broth and noodles into the pot in turn.

While the noodles are cooking, he placed oil, salt, wine, and chopped green onion into two large bowls respectively.
Once the noodles were cooked, he uses chopsticks to remove them from the pot and spread a layer of bones evenly on the noodles.

Ji Wei called Liu Yimian to serve the noodles and brought the remaining lean meat and bones to the well.
The low temperature of the well water is a natural refrigerator.
Farmers store the uneaten food in the well, which is the wisdom passed down from generation to generation.

After all, this meat was bought at a high price, it is considered a luxury for Ji Wei at this time.
It is only natural that he must handled them properly.
He glanced at the cart again, seeing that it was cleaned.
He ran back to the kitchen, picked up the big enamel bowl, ate the noodles in big mouthfuls.

After his stomach was a little full, Ji Wei took a sip of soup, grabbed the cut bone, inserted the chopsticks into the hollow and poked it, and sucked hard.