EBE Chapter 110 Production Code
Chapter 110 Production Code
When Cheng Ruoan saw that the old man's eyes were wide open when he turned around, he stopped teasing him and handed him the bamboo tube directly.
"Do you like this wine? If you are satisfied, I will steal some more from my husband after we finish it."
Dr. Hu gave her a reproachful look, "You have the nerve to keep the word 'steal' on your lips."
Although I scolded him verbally, I felt extremely comforted inside.
Look at his apprentice, who comes from a family of doctors.
Such fine wine is only available to those families with deep-rooted traditions, but since she lives in seclusion, this wine certainly cannot be revealed.
She actually went to such lengths to find this excuse so that the old man could have some good wine.
Dr. Hu opened the lid, took a delighted sniff of the wine aroma, then closed it again. He turned around and tossed her a packet of herbs: "Here, these are the bath herbs you wanted. I've modified the formula again; this time, you won't get a nosebleed after a full-body bath."
"Hehe. Thank you, Master!" Cheng Ruoan grinned as he held the herbal medicine packet.
Before their journey, Cheng Ruoan, due to his leg injury, specifically asked everyone to find a county town in Taiyuan Prefecture and stay overnight.
That night, she went straight into the space, adjusted the time flow in the space to the lowest level, and stayed in the space for more than a month.
In the last few days, Cheng Ruoan felt that her leg was almost healed, and she went to soak in the small hot spring in the yard every day.
She added medicinal herbs to the artificial hot spring in the villa. The prescription was a herbal pack for bone injuries that Dr. Zhu, a renowned orthopedic surgeon, had given her when she returned to Lan City.
Cheng Ruoan showed the herbal medicine packet to her master, who made some adjustments and said it could be used for a medicinal bath to strengthen the body and bones.
As a result, he got a nosebleed from soaking in the water...
However, after soaking in the water for a few days, Cheng Ruoan clearly felt that her body had become much stronger, and she was even able to start practicing martial arts with Si Shaoheng.
Now that things have settled down, Cheng Ruoan is wondering if her master could help her modify the prescription again so she can take more medicinal baths in the future to improve her health!
Maybe I'll be able to learn martial arts later?
When Cheng Ruoan came out with the medicinal bath herbs and Doctor Hu, Uncle Zhang had already brought two jars of sake to the backyard.
"Second Miss, where should I put this wine for you?"
Cheng Ruoan casually pointed to a corner in the yard: "Put it over there."
After the wine jars were placed, Cheng Ruoan and Doctor Hu soaked all the medicinal herbs that needed to be soaked.
Seeing that they had finally finished their work, Dapeng said that Aunt Zhang's lard had been rendered for a while.
Dapeng: "Second Miss, the lard is still on the stove, kept warm on the lowest heat as you instructed, so it won't solidify, just waiting for you to come back and put it in jars."
Cheng Ruoan and Doctor Hu exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with joy.
Doctor Hu: "Let's go, my apprentice, let's go take a look together."
As soon as they entered the "production workshop," Aunt Zhang called Cheng Ruoan over to see the lard she was stirring.
"Miss, come and take a look. I've been stirring this lard in one fixed direction the whole time, and there aren't any bubbles or particles at all."
Cheng Ruoan not only examined it carefully, but also bent down and sniffed the iron pot: "The alum was added correctly, and indeed there is no trace of the lard smell. Instead, there is a faint medicinal fragrance?"
Dr. Hu smiled and said, "Yes, I already had Aunt Zhang add the medicine. Although the medicine is dark in color, it's not very noticeable when added to such a large pot of lard; it only turns a light yellow."
I think that once the lard solidifies, the paste will be the color of osmanthus flowers. If we add some more osmanthus flowers, people won't be able to tell or smell what medicinal herbs we used.
Cheng Ruoan smiled broadly: "Master, you're right. Sprinkling a little bit of dried osmanthus on this lard not only makes it fragrant, but also makes the whole paste look very nice."
If you sell it for one or two ounces a bottle, who would say it's expensive?
"And with the small white porcelain jars your mother and the others bought, it's almost as good as the face creams and lotions sold in the cosmetic shops in the capital." Doctor Hu was extremely satisfied.
"Dapeng, quickly go find Madam and get all the porcelain jars, and also ask her to get me a bag of dried osmanthus flowers."
Cheng Ruoan quickly gave the instructions.
She could already imagine that once the lard solidified, its creamy pale yellow color, combined with the garnish of dried osmanthus flowers, would be a perfect match.
Soon, Cheng Ruoan took out a palm-sized porcelain jar and told Aunt Zhang and Dapeng, "I've tried it. This jar holds exactly one spoonful of rendered lard. Remember, you can't add too much or too little. It's exactly one spoonful."
After saying that, Cheng Ruoan personally demonstrated how to package the product.
This palm-sized porcelain jar is an open-mouthed vessel. As long as you hold the iron ladle for scooping oil firmly, you can pour in a ladleful and fill the jar to about ninety percent full.
After pouring in the lard, Cheng Ruoan sprinkled a few dried osmanthus flowers on the surface of the lard.
She reminded, "The dried osmanthus flowers should be sprinkled on top after they've been packed properly. Don't pour them directly into the iron pot, or they'll overcook and look bad."
After assembling, the porcelain jars were placed in rows on the countertop.
Next, cover all the porcelain jars with a layer of gauze and wait two or three days until the paste has completely solidified. Then, remove the gauze and put the lids back on each jar.
Dapeng then went and brought out two large iron ladles.
Aunt Zhang continued stirring to prevent the lard from solidifying. Cheng Ruoan, Da Peng, and Doctor Hu worked together to divide the pot of lard into smaller portions.
After all the lard was bottled, Cheng Ruoan asked Aunt Zhang and Dapeng to wash all the tools used to make the lard paste twice, including the large pot, the iron spoon, and the small stove that had been used to boil the medicinal juice, and then boil them in boiling water and put them away.
Cheng Ruoan instructed: "Remember to wipe all the tools with strong liquor after boiling them, and then put them in a dry place to air dry. Also, cover them with a layer of gauze to prevent dust. Next time you take them down, you must wipe them with strong liquor before using them."
Aunt Zhang and Da Peng nodded in unison: "This servant, this junior, will remember."
Cheng Ruoan was not used to hearing them refer to themselves like that, but she did not deliberately correct them. She simply said, "Since you cannot read, I will explain it to you. When you can read in the future, I will write down these production rules and post them on the walls of the production workshop. You must read them twice every day."
Aunt Zhang and her son Zhang Dapeng exchanged a glance.
They actually had the opportunity to learn to read?
But since the host kindly gave them an opportunity, they naturally had to seize it.
Aunt Zhang scratched her head sheepishly and said, "Second Miss, I'm already this old and really don't need to be literate. How about giving the opportunity to study to Da Kun and Da Peng?"
Cheng Ruoan knew what she was worried about, so she reassured her: "Da Kun will naturally have to learn to read and write as well. When my mother bought you into the house, she told you that you were not here to be ordinary servants."