Feng Yanhong finally found a gong gong for making cold skin in a small market next to the wholesale market. Because it is copper, the price makes her feel a little distressed.

But now you only need to buy one, it’s more expensive.

With a lot of spices and the goods booked by Feng Yanjun, the two hurried to the station and squeezed onto the bus before departure.

Fortunately, no one came up halfway. She stood at the door and was protected by Li Boshan. It was quite easy for her to stand along the way.

In fact, there were not many things, and one side basket could be completely filled, but Li Boshan insisted on sending her into the house.

The name is: You have to watch her enter the house intact to feel at ease.

Feng Yanhong felt that there was no need to be so cautious, but she couldn't help but feel sweet in her heart.

The next morning, Feng Tai and Zhou Baixiu went to work on the front foot, and Feng Yanhong started kneading, washing the face, and seasonings.

Feng Yanjun rubbed the dough in his hand, and the dough was strange and unreasonable. He didn't knead the dough like washing clothes.

From the firm belief that he had been unquestionable two days ago, he has been a little shaken in his heart. Her sister is delicious in cooking, but is it really OK to open a snack bar?

Just the dough in his hand that has been rubbed into mud?

He suddenly felt that his sister was not that reliable either.

After rubbing, she didn't move a large basin of dough. She started cooking lunch again.

This means you can't eat it at noon?

"Sister, what are you going to cook?" Feng Yanjun recalled that they had never made this thing before.

"Cold Pie."

"Longpi? I didn't seem to have eaten this before. Did you think of it?"

"That's not. Liangpi has a long history, and I heard from others."

Feng Yanhong glanced at Feng Yanjun, and when she saw that he did not ask questions, she felt relieved.

Feng Yanjun is going out today, and delivered the rubber shoes that he had booked a few days ago. He had a bite of food early, rushed out before getting off work, and rushed back early in the afternoon.

When Feng Yanhong's first cold skin was prepared, Feng Yanjun, who was standing aside, was so shocked that his chin almost fell off.

Such a thin cake is still shining with light. It takes so much effort to make such a cake?

"Don't move! You can't eat it yet!"

Feng Yanhong patted his dirty hands that had reached out to the cold skin, frowned and instructed him to press down on some cool well water.

Feng Yanhong's movements were straightforward, and when Feng Yanjun came in with water, he had already made half of the batter.

"Pour it into a large basin, and then put the basin containing cold rinds to cool down."

Without a freezer, she can only let the cold skin cool as soon as possible to ensure the strength of the cold skin so that it will not crack.

"Sister, I've beaten the noodles like that in the pot, can I still eat them?"

"Yes, why can't it?"

She has been making this for more than ten years. She still remembers that when Feng Yanjun ate it for the first time, she ate her three big plates and cold skin in one breath. She said she was full and she drank another bowl of mung bean soup before she showed a satisfied expression.

"I'll make a pot of mung bean soup for you later and add rock sugar."

"Okay!" Feng Yanjun added a handful of firewood to the stove, his eyes reflected the fire in the stove, and his smile shiningly.

At this time, it is not easy to find a cucumber at the end of May. Fortunately, she found a few carrots she had stored last year in the sand pile in the cellar. She had some tassels, but she could still eat them.

Cut the cold peel into long strips that are wide across your fingers, cut them into two pieces and put them into Feng Yanjun's bowl, pour the sauce on it, and add oily spicy food.

The warm mung bean soup with cold skin, Feng Yanjun was full of red oil and praised her.

"It's a little trouble. It's delicious and delicious. Isn't that much better than the 50 cents cold noodles in the city?"

Feng Yanjun picked up a piece of gluten and put it in his mouth. "I didn't expect this side to be kneaded like that, and he even mentioned that delicious."

Feng Yanhong shook his head. It was just because of the shortage of supplies at this time and the variety of snacks that could be eaten was single. If he went in the next ten or twenty years, he would probably not think that this small bowl of cold skin would be delicious.

"You can send some to Uncle Li's house later. Don't let Boqing add chili peppers. He can eat other seasonings."

Feng Yanjun happily agreed and took the bowl to Feng Yanhong, smiling with a bad intention.

"Sister, you don't have anything to give to Brother Boshan?"

Feng Yanhong, who was already busy under her hands, raised her head and raised her hand, "Tsk~ Is it itchy, right?"

Feng Yanjun had a prediction, and the moment Feng Yanhong raised his hand, he jumped out and smiled with a grin, which was so brilliant.

"If there is no, there is nothing. Why did you start to do it? I can't go!"

Feng Yanjun was holding a basin and a big bowl, and didn't know what song he was humming. He hooked the door with his feet and slowly closed it, "Sister, I'm leaving. Leave two more for me, and I'll eat it when I come back!"

"I understand!" Feng Yanhong stroked her forehead helplessly. This was simply a small bucket!

Bai Xiu sat on the dining table, looking at the bowl of red and greasy red spicy food, his eyes were filled with flames.

"How much oil did you use?! Is life so long? How can my little oil ticket withstand your use like this!"

"..." Feng Yanhong silently grabbed her earlobe, and she was indeed using more oil.

"Try it quickly, it's delicious." Feng Taizhou mixed the cold skin for Bai Xiu, handed it to her, and gave Feng Yanhong a wink.

Feng Yanhong understood and said, "I'm going to serve mung bean soup."

"The child is kind enough to make food for you. Why do you feel sorry for that little oil? Now a can of oil doesn't cost much, so stop talking about it. Eat quickly, it's delicious!"

"You can be a good person. I am also afraid that her big-handed habit will develop, and she will not live a life when she gets married."

Bai Xiu looked sad and felt a sore feeling in her heart.

"If I can find someone with good conditions, I won't care if I don't care, but she..."

"Why do you think of this again? It's great. The children are all very good. I didn't say yesterday that my children and grandchildren have their own blessings, but why did I feel idle again today?"

"If you can see the conditions for a while, you may not be able to see it for a lifetime. As long as you are good, you can be good to us, and be willing to make progress, the most important thing is that the two people can be together."

"You can't say that the cold skin made by my girl is much better than what we ate in the army back then, so our girl is better at craftsmanship."

Feng Yanhong stood in front of the door and felt very uncomfortable when she heard her parents' conversation. She must have made her parents worry a lot about the bad things she had in her previous life, right?

But now she still makes her parents worry, but now she is different from her previous life and will not have so many bad things anymore.

"Mung bean soup is here~" Feng Yanhong calmed down and opened the door curtain with a smile.
Chapter completed!