Chapter 1061: Chapter 436: What’s It Like to Make 300 Bottles of Autumn Pear Paste at Once? Mrs. Shen’s Sugar-Oil Pancakes!
It has a faint caramel flavor, which is a taste that dark soy sauce can’t produce.
The chicken is firm and chewy, with a salty and umami taste; after a bite of chicken, it goes perfectly with a spoonful of rice.
After lunch, the employees all had smiles on their faces.
Before, they always just made do with their meals, but suddenly having such delicious food was a bit overwhelming.
Lin Xu got up and checked the situation in the double-layered cooking pot; it’s almost ready to be taken out. It still needs to be filtered and then cooked again later.
Wang Ziqiang turned off the heat of the double-layered pot, then operated the equipment to pour the pear soup into a big basin, and continued to cook by adding raw pears.
As for the pear soup that was poured out, it’s too hot to filter now, it needs to cool down first.
Once it’s cool enough, the filter used for tofu milk is pushed over, and the pear soup is poured in to start filtering.
This filter doesn’t just filter out the liquid simply; it also directly squeezes the residues a second time, to extract as much moisture as possible.
"Boss, are these residues still useful?"
Wang Ziqiang intended to throw them away, but Lin Xu was still thinking about fertilizing the rooftop flower beds, so he said with a smile:
"Pack them in a bag. I’ll take them home to use as fertilizer for the flower beds."
The filtered pear juice is poured into the soy milk machine, and the heating function is turned on to heat and stir simultaneously.
This process is rather slow, but with two soy milk machines, it doesn’t delay work here.
Once the second batch of pear soup is cooked and filtered properly, the double-layered pot is cleaned, and both batches of pear juice are poured in to cook.
At this point, the pear juice in the soy milk machine has become thick, mixed with the second batch of pear juice, preventing the two batches of pear syrup from having different flavors.
As Lin Xu was grinding Chuan Bei into powder, the delivery guy brought over more than three hundred cleaned and sterilized glass jars.
Upon hearing that three thousand pounds of pears were to be used for Autumn Pear Paste, Dou Wenjing already started purchasing the necessary glass jars, and she also had the cooperating advertising company make some stickers to stick on the jars.
In the center of the sticker are the words "Autumn Pear Paste," with "Traditional Craft Inheritance" and "Produced by Lin Ji" printed on both sides.
Below are the food safety certification code and other details; these procedures were all prepared in advance by Dou Wenjing as a precaution, but since Lin Ji doesn’t have an online shop, they didn’t get an online sales permit.
As the Autumn Pear Paste was nearing completion, this all-round overseer drove over.
Lin Xu looked at her and asked:
"Wenjing, how many bottles do you want today? We’re not in a hurry to sell this batch, let’s give some perks to our people first."
Dou Wenjing smelled the fragrant Autumn Pear Paste in the pot and smiled, saying:
"Send one bottle each to my parents, and keep one in the office to drink with water."
Shen Jiayue asked:
"Not sending any to relatives and friends?"
Dou Wenjing shook her head:
"No, if they know I’m doing well, they might start asking for money again, which is quite annoying. I even specifically told Yang Lin last time not to casually mention things to people from back home."
Upon hearing this, Wang Ziqiang nodded repeatedly:
"It’s true, don’t casually mention it. A few days ago, several relatives wanted to come to Beijing to indulge with me. When refused, they accused me of being heartless. Some relatives, you can drink and eat together during festivals, but there’s no need to be too close. When you’re doing well, they feel worse than if they were paralyzed."
Since Lin Xu’s grandma managed the family well from a young age, the relatives were all very cordial, so he didn’t feel this kind of difference.
As for Shen Jiayue, she was scorned when visiting relatives as a child due to poverty, not just disliked, but scolded for slightly touching the toys in their homes.
It was from that time on that some relatives in Beijing broke off contacts.
The reason Shen Guofu worked hard to earn money was largely stimulated by these events.
When the pot began to bubble vigorously, Lin Xu poured a basin of the Chuan Bei powder mixed into paste into the double-layered pot.
He stirred it evenly again before pouring it out of the pot.
After letting it cool a bit, he loaded the Autumn Pear Paste into the filling machine, and started filling the glass bottles.
One pound per bottle, precisely.
Once filled, the glass bottles are left to cool. When they’re not too hot to handle, the lids are screwed on tightly, custom labels are applied, and a circle of sealing paper is placed around the bottle opening.
Three thousand pounds of pears, because of the use of industrial methods, resulted in a higher juice yield, making a total of 310 bottles, somewhat more than expected.
With the Autumn Pear Paste completed, Lin Xu immediately found a courier company at the door and sent fifty jars to Yinzhou.
In the past, Autumn Pear Paste was nothing special, but now very few people invest the effort to make it, so it has become a rare item. Sending more home can be distributed to a few well-connected people.
That’s how social relations work.
After handling the courier orders, Lin Xu called his mom:
"Mom, I’ve made some Autumn Pear Paste. When you receive it, share it with grandma, grandma’s mother, and family relatives. Winter is dry, drinking some Autumn Pear Paste is good for health."
Chen Meijuan didn’t expect her son to miss home so much, and she said with a smile:
"During Double Eleven, your grandma wanted to drink Autumn Pear Paste, and bought some online. It was so bad, with a stinky pear smell, probably because they didn’t remove the pear cores, incredibly awful. She returned them all in anger. Now it’s all good, with you being her eldest grandson making it, the old lady will surely be happy."
"In the future, you just tell me whatever you want to eat. With express delivery so convenient, there’s no need to buy online anymore. By the way, do you want some sweet-skinned duck? I’ll send a few later by express. For these ducks, I won’t coat them with sugar, you fry them first when you receive them, then drizzle the syrup I’ve packed; they’ll taste great."
