In the evening, when Qin Huai's family of four gathered at a small table by the window on the first floor to eat stir-fried vegetables and buckwheat buns, Zhao Rong couldn't hold back for a moment and scolded Qin Congwen again for what she had said in the afternoon.
This time Qin Huai listened to the whole story, and even listened to an embellished version.
As Qin Congwen's eldest son, Qin Huai felt that he needed to prove Qin Congwen's craftsmanship: "Mom, in fact, although dad's craftsmanship is average, it is not so bad that the steamed buns are difficult to eat. The steamed buns back then were
It doesn’t taste good, maybe because…”
"The batch of flour that dad bought cheaply was of poor quality."
Hearing Qin Huai speak for himself, Qin Congwen was moved to tears. After so many years, someone finally spoke up for him.
Qin Congwen nodded repeatedly and agreed wildly: "Yes, yes, that flour seller should be arrested and imprisoned for 10 or 8 years. If someone in the family is sick and needs money urgently, and a large amount of flour is sold to me cheaply, it's all right."
It’s good white flour and there won’t be any quality issues, so I soft-heartedly agreed.”
"It turned out that it was not the best white flour. The pure gray flour was more authentic than the gray flour I ate when I was a child. Such a black heart, he couldn't sift the flour even if he sifted it.
Sell ​​it to me."
Zhao Rong said angrily: "You still have the nerve to say that you don't inspect the goods when you buy them. The top layer is white flour and the bottom layer is all gray flour. At that time, we had opened a store and been in business for so many years. This kind of trick can deceive you."
Already."
"I thought I'd let it go if I was deceived, but you couldn't bear to part with that batch of noodles and insisted on steaming those damn buckwheat buns. You ate all the neighbors and almost closed the shop!"
"Mom, what is gray face?" Qin Luo asked curiously, "Brother, do you know?"
Qin Huai shook his head.
"It's flour that's ground very coarsely, even the wheat bran, and has not been sifted. It's what your dad and I ate when we were kids," Zhao Rong said.
Seeing that Zhao Rong was not explaining carefully enough, Qin Congwen continued: "The flour you eat now is all fine flour. We were not in good condition at that time. As long as we could eat it, we could grind it together into flour. At that time, cornmeal was always attached to the corn cob."
We grind it together."
"The wheat bran is ground together, and the color of the ground flour is gray, so it is called gray noodles. If it is a little coarser, the flour mixed with buckwheat noodles will become black, which is black noodles. The steamed buns steamed from that thing are comparable to today's buckwheat steamed buns.
It’s much rougher, it’s so rough that even those with thin throats will have to add water to swallow it.”
"The gray noodles your mother mentioned are considered fine grains. The gray noodles sold at that time were flour mixed with buckwheat flour, and the color was grayer than the flour that has been ground for a long time."
"Do you still remember Grandma Zhang who was diagonally opposite to your grandfather's house? According to your seniority, you should call her Seventh Grandma. She was married from Jin Province. The noodles made from them are so delicious."
"Every Chinese New Year, she would make noodles from gray flour and beat an egg into them. Her son would sit in front of his house with the noodles and eat them. I don't know how many children would cry because of this."
Qin Luo stared at his biological father and asked in his soul: "Dad, are you greedy?"
Qin Congwen said he couldn't remember whether he was greedy or not. He now wanted to beat the child.
Qin Luo was already used to his father's indifference, so he turned to Qin Huai and asked: "Brother, I think dad just said that the gray noodles are delicious. Can you make gray noodles for me tomorrow?"
Qin Huai:?
Zhao Rong tapped the back of Qin Luo's hand with the tip of her chopsticks: "Don't listen to your dad's nonsense. We didn't have anything to eat at that time. We felt delicious if we ate something with white flour. Besides, where can I buy gray flour for you now?
, let your dad find the liar from back then and sell another batch to him?"
Qin Congwen said that if you scold your daughter, you should scold your daughter and stop trying to drag her father down.
Qin Congwen stubbornly retorted: "That's not necessarily true. Gray flour can also be made delicious. Going even further, when our parents were young, landlords' families couldn't afford white flour. Didn't my dad always say that? That landlord in our village
How he ended up bankrupt and became a poor peasant was because he loved to eat white flour steamed buns, and he ate up his family's property every time he made white flour."
"Luoluo, Dad will find a way to ask your grandfather to get you some gray noodles in the countryside, and he will make gray noodles for you in a while!"
Qin Luo:......
Dad, I want to eat what brother made.
As a caring girl, Qin Luo swallowed her inner os and steamed buns into her stomach.
In the next few days, Qin Huai continued to make buckwheat steamed buns.
The discussion about gray noodles at dinner that night reminded Qin Huai that buckwheat steamed buns don’t have to be mixed with white flour and buckwheat noodles, but can also be mixed with other noodles.
Qin Huai mixed everything in the east and west, even adding elm bark into the noodles kneaded in boiled water, turning making buckwheat steamed buns into a steamed bun innovation competition, but he still failed to make Chen Huihui's dream steamed buns.
Just when Qin Huai was thinking about whether to get some retro and nostalgic authentic gray noodles mixed with wheat bran and pure corn flour ground with corncobs to give Chen Huihui a little coarse grain shock, Mr. Qin's gray noodles arrived in the mail.
Qin Congwen really called home and asked Mr. Qin to make some gray noodles and give Qin Luo a meal of gray noodles that recalled the bitterness and sweetness.
When they learned that Qin Congwen had actually obtained such a good retro item, Chen Huihong came over to watch. She grabbed a handful of gray noodles and rubbed them carefully. She sighed that she hadn't seen this kind of stuff in many years and had only eaten it when she was a child.
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In order to celebrate Qin Luo's upcoming experience of life, Qin Huai decided to stop tasting buckwheat steamed buns for a day and let Chen Huihui try Qin Congwen's craftsmanship, so that she could know that the buckwheat steamed buns he made were really good.
Qin Congwen knows how to make handmade noodles.
The craftsmanship is not bad. It is said that I learned it from Grandma Zhang. When I was apprenticed, I also paid the tuition fee of a pot of oil, 30 eggs and an old hen. For the sake of such a generous tuition fee, Grandma Zhang can be considered as generous.
Teach each other without any secrets.
Qin's breakfast shop was able to open because of Qin Congwen's good noodles. However, egg noodles became popular later, and Qin Congwen's noodles with normal craftsmanship were not very cost-effective in front of cheap egg noodles. The breakfast shop only
Changed to selling only steamed buns and not noodles.
Today, Qin Congwen felt it was time to show off his skills.
Qin Congwen was full of energy while kneading dough in the kitchen.
The people outside the kitchen waiting to eat the legendary gray noodles were also in high spirits.
Chen Huihong, who has gained wealth and freedom and can forget the hardships she suffered when she was young, is very happy to have the opportunity to remember the hardships and think about the sweetness.
Zhao Rong, who almost forgot that her husband still had the skill of making handmade noodles, happily thought that if Qin Congwen's gray noodles were okay this time, she would let him make more handmade noodles in the morning to earn more.
Qin Luo, who had never eaten before, wanted to eat, loved to eat, and loved to eat, could not wait.
I haven't tried it either, so I want to try it to see if the texture of the gray noodles can be directly used to make buckwheat steamed buns from Qinhuai.
Chen Huihui, who had been eating steamed buns for many days in a row and was in urgent need of something to eat, was very happy.
I rushed over to join in the fun on the way, holding Ouyang, who didn't need any money and could only eat a bowl, ready to go.
In the eyes of everyone looking forward to it, Qin Congwen put the noodles into the pot coolly and confidently.
This feeling of everyone waiting for you to cook is something I haven't experienced in many years.
Chapter completed!