coobybook Chapter 56 Making Sesame Oil
Chapter 56 Making Sesame Oil
When Sun Dashan saw Dongfang Jin coming over, he said warmly, "Jin'er, what do you think of that gourd over there? And if those wooden shovels and hammers aren't good, I'll find someone to make them for you again."
This was something his son had personally instructed him to do; he had to complete it, as this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Dongfang Jin looked at the spot he pointed to, where there was a large, unique gourd. If this gourd were split in half, it could be used as a water ladle.
The wooden shovel and this wooden hammer are not bad either. After looking at the men, Dongfang Jin finally fixed his gaze on Zhao Cai and Sun Hu.
They're in good shape; I'll let them handle the sesame paste and oil in a bit.
Dongfang Jin picked up the large gourd and looked at the two small holes on it. To be honest, it was polished quite clean, and the inside was also quite clean. You know, emptying this gourd is a skill.
"Sure, but next time you look for this gourd, you can look for the kind with a narrow waist or an eight-treasure gourd."
That one is not only convenient for scooping oil, but also makes it easy to ladle the oil out without getting it on the sesame paste. This one is a bit big, so it's perfect as a water ladle.
Upon hearing this, Sun Dashan was surprised to learn that a gourd could have so many names. He decided to go to the market tomorrow to ask his old friend for more information and learn from him as well.
"Row."
Dongfang Jin looked at the half-full pot of sesame paste and wanted to cook it herself, but then she saw Sun Hu and asked, "Little Sun, have you boiled the water?"
Sun Hu: "It's boiled. When do you want it?"
"Now, go and pour boiling water into the pot, about one bowl less than the amount of sesame paste."
Sun Hu paused in his grinding motion: "Huh? Me? Pouring boiling water into sesame paste?"
Is this possible?
Upon seeing this, Sun Dashan instantly understood Dongfang Jin's meaning. He immediately took over the work from his son and said sternly, "If Sister Jin tells you to go, then go. Don't dawdle."
Goodness, this is a skill! Pouring boiling water into sesame paste? If you could learn that, you'd be amazing.
"Oh, oh, oh," Sun Hu handed his work to his father, went into the kitchen, and came out a short while later carrying a large bucket of hot water.
Dongfang Jin gestured for him to pour the water in, and then called Zhao Cai over, instructing him to stir the sesame paste in the pot continuously with a wooden spatula.
After the sesame paste and water were mixed, Dongfang Jin gave the wooden mallet to Zhao Cai and asked him to pound the sesame paste.
He then handed the gourd to Sun Hu, saying, "You need to find the right feeling. When you're frying oil, you can't put all your effort into the gourd."
Hmm, how should I describe it? By the way, did you ever step in mud when you were a child?
It's that feeling: the more you step in the mud, the thinner it becomes, and when you stop stepping in it, it gradually hardens again.
Yes, that's the feeling.
Zhao Cai used a wooden mallet to poke up and down, while you used this gourd to poke the surface until the oil floated to the surface. Remember to use this small hole to collect the oil.”
Sun Hu was stunned, and at the same time, he was lost in those childhood memories.
Holding the spatula in his hand, Sun Hu kept stirring it in the pot, the rhythm getting faster and faster. It seemed like he had found the right feeling.
Zhao Cai also thought of the times he used to stomp in the mud by the river when he was a child, and started moving along with Sun Hu's rhythm.
When Lu Yunqing and the others arrived, they saw that everyone was surrounding Sun Hu and Zhao Cai, frying oil.
As they approached, they saw a layer of light red oil floating on the surface of the sesame paste in the large pot. The oil was very clear and had a wonderful aroma.
"Your Excellency, Magistrate..."
"Your Excellency, Magistrate..."
"..."
"Get up and get on with your work," Lu Yunqing said, watching Zhao Cai and Sun Hu's actions.
Looking again at the oil floating in the pot, and then at Dongfang Jin, he asked, "Is this sesame oil?"
Dongfang Jin held up a bottle that had been filled with Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) and showed it to him; inside was sesame oil that she had just scooped out.
This bottle is still from her space villa. She found it last night when she was looking for a bottle to fill with water for Liu Xi in her space.
I happened to see several empty bottles of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) in the box over the bar.
She took it to the kitchen, cleaned it, found a few bottle caps, and brought it out.
There weren't many, only six in total. There were other bottles and bottles of wine in the box, but she didn't touch them.
Beijing Red Star Erguotou was not only a favorite of her maternal grandfather and Song Bin's grandfather, but also a drink frequently consumed by her close friends.
Therefore, her family always kept supplies prepared, and they never stopped.
She initially wanted to take the mineral water bottles, but after searching the entire villa, she couldn't find a single one.
The mineral water bottle she gave Liu Xi was one she took out of the refrigerator.
Thinking about that little mineral water bottle, I realize it will keep appearing in endless streams in the future.
She didn't know how to explain it, so she didn't take it out, and she was depressed for half the night.
You should know that she used to store a lot of bottled mineral water in the warehouse, but now the place where she used to store the mineral water is empty.
There were a lot of sanitary napkins and diapers, and she still didn't know what that space, her villa, meant.
Even though the situation is different from that in the refrigerator, you can't just change her things arbitrarily, can you?
Moreover, when she was feeling down, the phrase "For your convenience" popped into her mind.
What was the point of making things convenient for her? Did she still need diapers? Suddenly, her hand holding the oil bottle froze, horrified!
Because...because...her body has never had its period!
Holy crap! She's already reached marriageable age?
"What's wrong?" Lu Yunqing hurriedly took the bottle from her trembling hands, afraid that she would drop it on the ground.
At the same time, I saw the fear in her eyes. Could it be because of this glass bottle?
There's no need for that. Dean Yan just sent someone to deliver a message, telling him to let things take their natural course and not to rush things.
Otherwise, it might backfire, and if it makes her wary, then it would be a loss.
Dongfang Jin, interrupted by his words, snapped out of her reverie: "Ah? Oh! It's nothing. It's just... it's just..."
She couldn't explain what it was.
Lu Yunqing was amused by her panicked appearance and quickly changed the subject: "Hehe, this is sesame oil?"
Dongfang Jin quickly composed herself: "Yes, this is sesame oil. Once it stops releasing oil, this sesame paste can be jarred."
It's best to store it in that small oil container, otherwise this stuff won't taste good after a while, and it'll have a musty oily smell.
Wow! This is almost like Sun Wukong's seventy-two transformations.
It's so fantastical and terrifying!
Seeing her constantly changing little face, Lu Yunqing said, "Why don't you draw it out? I'll have them go to Hexing Pottery and have them make some jars specifically for this sesame paste."
Is that even possible? Hexing Pottery? Isn't that Guo Yuming's shop? That's plausible, but...
"Will they burn it?"
"Hehe, here you go, as long as you have the blueprints."
Dongfang Jin readily agreed: "Okay, I'll draw it right away. By the way, do you need a tea set?"
Lu Yunqing was astonished: "You can even draw tea sets?"
When Dongfang Jin heard him ask that question, she thought to herself, "Oh no, I was just kidding."
Lu Yunqing didn't dwell on the issue: "Hehe, Hexing Pottery belongs to Guo Yuming's family. If we can help, we will."
His family was competing with the Tao family of Shou'an Prefecture and Anyang County to secure the supply of porcelain for Prince Dun's fiftieth birthday banquet.
Prince Dun is the current emperor's uncle, and the current situation in the capital still depends on Prince Dun's presence; there is no room for carelessness.
Upon hearing this, Dongfang Jin was so startled that she took a step back: "That county magistrate, you always know how to joke."
I don't have that kind of ability. Haven't you heard the saying, "Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger"? I think I'd better give up.
Another mishap could result in a snap, separating the neck from the body in an instant; that's something that can happen in a minute, so we can't get involved.