MTL - Shanwa Small Rich Farmers-Chapter 75 morning mince pies

   "Is this okay?"

Mr. Chi Jiaqiangdu was sitting in the yard, holding a kitchen knife in each hand, and was chopping meat stuffing on a small bench. The meat less than two catties had already been chopped into stuffing. According to the old man's wishes, Now that's it.

  Wen Xu glanced at it and said, "Chop it up for a while!"

  Master Chi was unhappy, and opened his mouth and said, "Then you chop it up, and I'll make stick noodles and rice porridge!"

"Okay, you come here all the time, I'll chop stuffing! You are so old, why don't you have any patience at all!" Wen Xu said, walking to the side of the homemade round large chopping board with a shelf, and took it from the old man's hand As soon as Cai sat down, he started chopping stuffing.

   Tap! despair! despair! The crisp knocking sound in the whole courtyard immediately resounded happily.

  In the process of chopping, add shredded **** and garlic cloves plus some green onions and garlic, and continue chopping! When the meat is almost mushy, add some soy sauce to dye it, then chop it for a minute, put the stuffing into the big sea bowl, add half a bowl of pepper water soaked in boiling water to the bowl, This is mainly added to get rid of the fishy smell of the meat. Finally, chopped celery is added. The celery does not need to be chopped too much, but it is very finely chopped, and each one is evenly small with a size of about 2 mm. Wen Xin likes this taste.

  After making the stuffing, Wen Xu began to roll out the dough into a round cake of seven or eight centimeters, wrap the filling with a large spoon and seal the filling, and press it on the board to form a round cake with a diameter of about ten centimeters.

   "Isn't it too slow for you to cook this meal?" Professor Chi Jiaqiang asked with a look of dedication and calmness.

   You don’t even need to eat it, the old man already knows that the vegetable and meat pancakes made by the kid in front of him must be delicious, because of what? To put it clearly, it is hard work. It took more than a quarter of an hour to chop a whole piece of meat into a stuffing. I used a sharp knife. The old man just tried to put a knife on the meat. One piece of meat was divided into two pieces. The whole piece of meat There is no need to beat the meat into the stuffing bowl, and the meat is already mushy.

  Even if he was watching from the side, the old man felt that if the pancakes were replaced with a work of art, coupled with this kid's focused expression, the style could be raised by more than one level at once.

"Anyway, I'm fine. Besides, it's only seven o'clock, and we'll have dinner on time at half past seven!" While talking here, Wen Xu's hands were not idle, and he was arranging the pancakes, and if they were not round, press them twice If it is too big, draw the sides inwards. Anyway, it seems like obsessive-compulsive disorder. You have to make all the pancakes about the same size, and you have to round them to finish.

  After finishing all the pancakes, Wen Xu asked Mr. Chi Jiaqiang, "Is the porridge ready?"

At this time, the old man realized that he had been observing Wen Xu's handling of the pancakes, and the porridge hadn't been washed at all. He turned his head and saw that the heat on the pot looked like something. If the pot lid wasn't too heavy, the steam could cover the pot flipped.

   After three steps and two steps, I ran over to uncover the lid of the pot, only to find that the water in the pot was less than half.

  Wen Xu stretched his head: "Let's add more water!"

  Grandpa Chi Jiaqiang turned around embarrassedly, scooped a ladle of water from the water tank, added it to the pot, and then added more firewood to continue cooking.

The rice was cooking over there, Wen Xu set up a big pot again, waited for the pot to heat up, put some oil into the pot with a dry rag and wiped it around, then put four pieces of pancakes into the pot one by one and started seared up.

After a while, watch the pancake sticking to the side of the pan rise, change the other side, continue to bake, wait until both sides of the pancake are slightly yellow, replace the pancake at the bottom of the pan with a new one, and replace the pancake that is almost baked Use the warm fire on the side of the pot to continue baking, and wait until all the pancakes are covered with pieces of nail-sized golden yellow on both sides, and the entire surface has been completely raised, and the whole pancake skin will sink inward when you press it with your hand When the pancakes are ready.

There are light pieces of white-faced celery pies with golden yellow dots, with a layer of crispy crust on the outside, which is crispy and fragrant when chewed, and the soft dough inside is full of pores, which is soft and soft, and it shows off the crispness with one bite After biting through the top layer of the pie crust, the gravy of the pie filling with the aroma of celery permeated through the two completely different layers of noodles, soaking in the mouth, how good is the taste!

  One piece of celery patty in each hand, a bowl of golden stick noodle porridge in front of each person, fine noodle pancakes with thick stick noodle porridge, perfect farm breakfast!

  The only downside is that Mr. Chi is a little late to make the porridge. According to Wen Nu's plan, if everything goes well, he is now eating pancakes while sucking the warm porridge that can be eaten smoothly.

  Because the porridge is too hot, I can only eat the pancakes while eating the porridge. When I want to drink the porridge, I have to blow it three or four times with my mouth to take a sip of the porridge, which is a bit of a fly in the ointment.

While drinking the porridge, Mr. Chi looked at Dongliang at the table, because he saw that in Dongliang's dog bowl, besides stick noodle porridge, there were three complete celery pancakes beside the bowl, and now Dongliang was gnawing his head With pancakes, the whole pot house is filled with the aroma of celery pancakes.

   "You really didn't say anything to the dog" Mr. Chi didn't know what to say.

  Grandpa Chi likes warm celery cakes. Let's put it this way, the old man thinks this is one of the best celery cakes he has ever eaten. It’s even more delicious than what my wife made, it’s amazing!

   "It eats whatever I eat. If it has to make do with it, it won't be treated like this. Today's pancakes are served according to the quantity," Wen Wen said.

   "Whose are the rest?" Mr. Chi knew that there were still five pancakes in the pot, so he asked according to the measure.

"One is scum, let's see how it behaves." Seeing Mr. Chi's questioning expression, he explained: "The husky skewer thrown by my friend! The rest is the director of the defense division. She came over like lightning, if I wasn't prepared, I wouldn't feel full!"

Shi Shangzhen pops up from time to time, Wen Xu is a regular person, but this teacher director is completely different, the things that pop up are different, if you don't prepare a little bit, wait for her to pop up When she came, Wen Xu had to give her a little bit of his own share, so that when she came and went, Wen Xu would just do more, even if she didn't take the lead, she could still fill Dong Liang's stomach, right?

  Hearing what Wen Xu said, Mr. Chi couldn't help laughing.

  At this moment, a crisp voice came from the courtyard: "It's so lively, why are you laughing?".

   As soon as the words fell, Shi Shangzhen appeared at the door of Wen Xu's Guowu, really saying that Cao Cao Cao Cao is here!

   "This man's legs are extremely long!" Wen Xu said jokingly.

   After finishing speaking, Wen Xu and Mr. Chi Jiaqiang looked at each other, and immediately burst out laughing.

  Shi Shangzhen looked at the two people who were laughing, first carefully looked at his clothes, and found nothing unusual, so he stretched out his hands and rubbed his face: "What's wrong?"

   "No! No!" Mr. Chi said.

   "There are pancakes in the big pot, and porridge in the small pot!" Wen Xu said directly.

   Upon hearing this, Shi Shangzhen walked quickly to the edge of the pot: "I smelled the fragrance as soon as I entered the door! By the way, Professor Chi, how did you meet Wen Xu?"

   "You are allowed to come, and I, an old man, are not allowed to come?" Professor Chi cheerfully joked about Shi Shangzhen.

  Shi Shangzhen said: "Is there anything wrong with this, anyway, I am also a freelancer!"

   "Isn't there a pot in your place? Why don't you cook it yourself?" Professor Chi asked casually.

Shi Shangzhen filled the porridge, took a piece of pancake, pulled a stool and sat down at the table, tore open the pancake, took a bite and continued, "Professor Chi, I can do it, but my skills are only limited to filling my stomach, it's really not warm." The ability to make food so delicious. This person's cooking is really top-notch. I also look at other people's recipes on the Internet. I don't even want to eat the food I cook. Wen Xu's cooking is full of color and fragrance! He cooks It’s really too much investment for a meal!”

   "That's right, I just ran out of patience for chopping stuffing just now," Professor Chi said with a smile.

  Wen Xu's eyelids were drooping, listening to the two talking, and within a short while, he heard the two talking about the village's business.

   "How's the story going?" Professor Chi finished eating one pancake, reached out to touch the second one, grabbed a piece of dough from the pancake and threw it into a bowl, soaked it with chopsticks, put it in his mouth and ate it.

   "I've already thought of a few structures." Shi Shangzhen said: "But I'm really not the stuff to make up stories. Up to now, I've only made up a story about Wen's scholar rushing for the exam!"

  Professor Chi said: "Let's hear it!"

Shi Shangzhen said: "A scholar surnamed Wen met an old man on his way to Beijing for the exam. The old man was very ill and was dying on the side of the road. Many people passed by on the road without reaching out their hands. Only this scholar was vivid. Out of compassion, he donated some money to treat the old man's illness, and then the scholar continued on his way, but when he arrived at the provincial capital, he failed in the exam,..."

Wen Xu was dumbfounded when he heard this story. The whole story is that a scholar surnamed Wen rescued an old man, but he was frustrated in the examination room and felt ashamed to see his parents. He also gave the scholar eighteen tea trees and told the scholar to plant these eighteen tea trees next to his grave to bless his descendants!

  The story sucks, listening to Wen Xu making up this kind of story, it's hard to say anything with this IQ! Of course, Wen Xu wouldn't tell the story about IQ, because the person who made up the story was still there, and he wasn't stupid.

   "What are you guys doing?" There must be a motive in making up a story, and Wen Nuan is going to find out from the two of them.

  Shi Shangzhen said: "Propaganda!"

   "Ah! This promotion is a little off, okay? This story is too low!"

  Shi Shangzhen looked at Wen Xu with contempt and said: "Folk legend, this is folk legend, how tall can it be?"

   "That can't be made up like this, there must be some basis!"

   You must know that these eighteen trees were all planted by Wen Xu. Now that such a 'legend' is created, Wen Xu can't accept it all at once.

  Professor Chi nodded and was very sure of the story: "The story is good!"

   "Isn't that not bad?"

  Professor Chi looked at Wen Xu and smiled: "Then what do you think of Dahongpao's so-called queen's life-saving theory?"

   "Ah!" Wen Xu was stunned for a moment, Dahongpao Wen Xu knew about it, and she also knew a little about a few legends, but she never thought about the level of the legends.

Professor Chi said: "The so-called mother plant of Dahongpao was first recorded in the period of the Republic of China, and neither the local annals nor the county annals mentioned the current mother plant of Dahongpao, that is to say, all these legends are just legends. And so, twenty-seven years ago, no one knew about the so-called Dahongpao mother plant on the cliff. Since the tree is not even famous, where did these legends come from? They were not made up by others! Others could make them up, why? Can’t you weave the tea trees in Wen’s Village?”

  Shi Shangzhen also explained: "Many scholars now believe that the existing Dahongpao mother tree is not the real Dahongpao, but a fake tree. The real Dahongpao mother tree has withered and died."

   "Ah!" Wen Xu feels a little messy now, her small world view has changed, is the relationship going to compete with bragging rhythm?

   Right on Wen Xu's side, a head stuck out from the door and looked into the room!

   Take a closer look, it’s not the scum who is!

   (Shitou continues to be thick-skinned to beg for collection! Accept recommendations! Ask for everything you can ask for, Shitou kneels here to thank everyone)