After settling her grandma down, Zhang's mother turned around and went to the kitchen to arrange the meals.
"Shuan Zhu, live forever!" Zhang's mother stood at the door of the kitchen and shouted.
"Sister-in-law, are you calling us for trouble?" Brother Shuan Zhu and Chang Sheng quickly put down their knives, wiped their hands on their aprons, and walked out.
"Your grandma is here, and she wants to eat the dishes cooked by you two!" Mother Zhang said with a smile.
"Ah?! Sister-in-law, we don't know how to cook!"
"Then I don't care. Your grandma said that if you can't be fired, your father will take care of you." Mother Zhang had a teasing smile on her face.
She is just like a naughty little aunt, teasing her little nephew.
If Zhang Junping saw it, he would be surprised that his mother actually has such a naughty side.
"Sister-in-law, please spare us! We are not lazy at all in the kitchen! If you don't believe me, ask the master." Changsheng begged.
With the help of Zhang's father and Zhang's mother, Zhuzi, Shuanzhu, and Changsheng successfully became Master Yu's disciples.
The Eight Sutras of Zheng'er are sent to the disciples who are the disciples of the apprenticeship, the apprenticeship ceremony, and the kowtow.
There are many types of apprenticeships.
Although it is not like what is written in the novel, there are outer disciples, inner disciples, true disciples and direct disciples.
But it’s pretty much the same, there are named disciples, entry-level disciples, immediate disciples, and direct disciples.
As mentioned before, disciples who join the family have to eat and live in the master's house so that they can learn real skills.
The direct disciple is actually the best among the disciples who enter the family, the one who can inherit the mantle.
Although beginner disciples are one level behind, they can learn a lot as long as they study hard.
Zhuzhu, Shuanzhu, and Changsheng are just Master Yu's entry-level disciples, it's not that Zhang Junping doesn't have enough dignity.
It is true that today's society is not as good as it used to be, and Master Yu can't live in so many people at home.
Not everyone can be as inhumane as Zhang Junping.
"Why do I have you two idiot nephews? You can't do it, and your master can't do it?"
What kind of food do you want to cook for your grandma, and your master will teach you how to cook it, why don’t you learn how to cook it and sell it now?" Mother Zhang stepped forward and rewarded each of them, and then her brain collapsed and she said bitterly.
"But..." Shuan Zhu and Chang Sheng hesitated.
The master was standing by and gave instructions on what seasonings to put in, how to control the heat, and when to take it out of the pot, so it was still possible.
However, it can only guarantee that it can be eaten, and it is definitely incomparable with a real chef.
"But what? Can your grandma tell the difference between what you cook and what your master cooks?" Mother Zhang gave the two of them another headache.
"Oh! I know!"*2
Shuan Zhu and Chang Sheng did not dare to say anything else for fear of being beaten again. They were in their thirties and had several children, so it would be embarrassing to be beaten again.
But the other party is my sister-in-law, and I can only do it next to her.
I ran into the kitchen, murmured with the master for a while, and finally agreed to give them instructions on how to cook a few dishes suitable for the elderly.
Zhang Junping and his two apprentices accompanied his grandmother, talking and drinking tea.
Zhang Lihong returned to the bar and continued working.
This is a busy time, and the bar is inseparable from people.
After a while, Zhang's father and Zhang's mother entered the private room together.
It was a rare occasion for my mother to come, so Zhang’s mother also put down her work and ate with her.
After waiting for more than half an hour, the dishes were served one after another.
Six dishes in total.
"Mom, these dishes are made by Shuanzhu and Changsheng, please try them!" Mother Zhang said with a smile.
"Yeah! Let me try the food cooked by my eldest grandson." Grandma smiled and picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of tofu.
Zhang Junping saw it and saw that this is the most common home-style tofu recipe in Shandong cuisine: Shao Liu Tofu.
The fried tofu is a bit old, but it's good to be able to make it like this in such a short time.
Several other dishes are also home-cooked.
Dishes that are too complicated cannot be made with just a few instructions from the master.
That requires a solid foundation and lots of practice.
"Grandma, how are you?" Shuan Zhu asked nervously.
"Yeah! It's pretty good, even better than your mother's cooking.
It seems that my two grandsons have not learned from their master in vain.
I’m telling you, study hard! Your aunt has created such good conditions for you, if you don’t study hard, your father will come to take care of you if I don’t call you.” Grandma said with a satisfied smile, not forgetting to remind the two of them to stay away from each other.
pride.
After finishing the meal, grandma wiped her mouth and said, "Okay, you guys go get busy and stop waiting on me here. Let's go home and make steamed buns."
"Okay! Let's go! Mom, get a piece of pork belly for us to make buns." Zhang Junping smiled and helped his grandma out, not forgetting to remind Zhang's mother to get a piece of meat.
The restaurant uses a lot of pork, at least two pigs are consumed a day.
Hou San went directly to the countryside below to buy them and slaughtered them himself.
Red Star Farm accounts for the bulk, one-third of the total supply.
Of course, Hongxing Farm did not suffer any loss. Zhang Junping got them a lot of steel and concrete to expand the pig pen.
Zhang Junping helped his grandma to the car.
Xia Guoxiang followed behind and got into the car with a piece of pork belly weighing at least five kilograms.
"Goodbye, grandparents!" Li Wenjuan and Xia Guoxiang waved to Zhang's father and mother.
"Mom and Dad, let's go! Go home and eat steamed buns tonight!" Zhang Junping said hello, started the car, and left Zhiweizhai.
After returning home, Zhang Junping began to chop stuffing, while grandma took Li Wenjuan and Xia Guoxiang to pick shepherd's purse.
Shepherd's purse is delicious to eat, but it is quite troublesome to clean up. You have to remove the dead leaves and rhizomes.
It needs to be washed several times and the water is clean before it can be chopped into the meat filling.
Zhang Junping first cut the pork belly into small pieces with a knife, and then started to mince the meat filling.
Holding knives in both hands, the two knives flew on the chopping board, and the pork belly gradually turned into fat and thin meat.
All afternoon, the four people divided the work and collaborated. Finally, at about four o'clock, the meat filling was mixed and the noodles were ready, only the buns were left.
To be honest, making dumplings is okay, but Zhang Junping really doesn't know how to make buns, but he can roll them out.
Zhang Junping rolled out the buns, and grandma took Li Wenjuan and Xia Guoxiang to make the buns.
These two little guys are not very good either. Their buns are ugly and slow. Grandma could make three buns, but they couldn't wrap one.
However, this is not like working part-time in a restaurant. It doesn't matter at home, so the two of them can learn while working and have a great time.
At half past five, more than half of a large pot of shepherd's purse stuffed meat had been consumed. At this time, Qiu Wenyan came back from get off work.
"Why did you come back so early today? Why did you make so many buns?"
"After sending away the remaining artists early this morning, I gave everyone a day off to make up for the rest day the day before yesterday.
In the morning, I talked about shepherd's purse with my grandma, so we went to the field to dig a lot of shepherd's purse and came back.
Do you know how to make the buns? If you do, take the time to wash your hands and make the buns." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
Then he told Xia Guoxiang, who was just trying to make a fool of himself, "Xiangzi, stop being a bastard and go ahead and light the pot!"
"Okay, I'll cook the pot right now!" Xia Guoxiang agreed quickly, took a breath, and ran to light the pot.
He really didn't have the talent to make buns. Li Wenjuan had already learned how to make the buns in a decent manner, but he still made them crookedly and was laughed at by Li Wenjuan all afternoon.
Qiu Wenyan washed her hands and came over to make buns with everyone.
She is very good at making buns, and often helps Qiu's mother make buns at home.
However, Qiu Wenyan had just sat down and made a few buns when she smelled the smell of shepherd's purse meat filling and suddenly felt nauseous.
He quickly got up and ran outside to vomit.
Zhang Junping quickly stood up, followed outside, and gently patted Qiu Wenyan on the back, "What's wrong?"
"I don't know. I just smelled the smell of shepherd's purse meat filling and suddenly felt nauseous." Qiu Wenyan vomited for a while and felt better before she spoke.
At this time, Li Wenjuan came over with a glass of water and said, "Master, please drink some water and rinse it out!"
"Okay, thank you Juanzi." Qiu Wenyan took the water glass, took a sip, and then spit it out.
Rinse your mouth several times before drinking the remaining water.
"It's okay, I'm much better." Qiu Wenyan patted her chest and said in one breath.
"Yanzi, how long has it been since you've been fine?" Grandma also came out of the house and asked with a smile.
"I...I figured it would be time to come in the next few days." Qiu Wenyan said with a blushing face.
Fortunately, Xia Guoxiang is not here, otherwise grandma would be a little embarrassed to ask this.
Hearing what his grandma said, Zhang Junping's heart moved. He grabbed Qiu Wenyan's hand and pressed it with three fingers.
Hua Mai!
"Yanzi, congratulations, you are going to be a mother!" Zhang Junping also looked surprised and excited.
"I have a child! I have a child!" Zhang Junping murmured excitedly.
"Really or not?" Qiu Wenyan also looked surprised, but she couldn't believe her ears.
"Of course it's true! You still don't believe in my medical skills?
After my conditioning, your menstrual period is already on time. How many days are you late?
I also ignored it!
Grandma, the swallow is here!" Zhang Junping said loudly and excitedly.
"Okay, okay! Your old Zhang family is about to have a baby again.
Quickly help your wife go back and have a rest!" Grandma smiled so much that the wrinkles on her face blossomed.
"Congratulations, Master, Mistress! I wish Master Niang to give us a little junior brother." Li Wenjuan took Qiu Wenyan's arm and said pleasant words.
"Junior brothers and sisters are all the same. You go ahead and I'll come back later." Zhang Junping helped Qiu Wenyan back to the room.
He asked Qiu Wenyan to sit on a chair and took Qiu Wenyan's pulse carefully.
Counting the days, it should be the wedding night, when he hits the target, and then Qiu Wenyan's land is fertile enough for the seeds to thrive in it.
And not one seed sprouted, but two or maybe more seeds sprouted.
The date of application in the traditional wedding process is not a feudal superstition, but a science.
Let the woman choose the date herself, so that she can avoid the bride's menstrual period.
After all, running a red light on a wedding night was a very taboo thing in the past.
In addition, later scientific research has proven that when mood swings are relatively large, the chance of pregnancy is higher.
The woman can set a date during the ovulation period, which can increase the chance of pregnancy.
This is not a random fabrication. Although ancient Chinese medicine practitioners did not understand what ovulation was, they were able to calculate which time period was more likely to lead to pregnancy through the menstrual period.
The day when Zhang Junping and Qiu Wenyan got married happened to be Qiu Wenyan's ovulation period, so Zhang Junping was able to hit the big time.
Of course, this has a lot to do with Zhang Junping and Qiu Wenyan's good health.
"It's okay, you are in good health! In addition to not drinking medicinal wine, you don't have to eat anything you want. You can eat whatever you want.
However, you may have to suffer a little later." Zhang Junping said with a relieved smile.
"Don't be afraid of suffering. How can a woman not suffer when she gives birth to a child?" Qiu Wenyan touched her belly with a happy face.
"That's not what I mean by suffering. You should be pregnant with twins, so I said you will suffer a little later." Zhang Junping explained with a smile.
"Twins? Can you figure this out?"
"What's so rare about this? Hua Mai, double pulse, aren't they twins?
The main reason is that your family has good genes and carries the genetic genes of twins." Zhang Junping grabbed Qiu Wenyan's hand and stroked it gently.
Whether or not to have twins depends on the woman, and twins are also hereditary.
"Yes! When you say that, it seems true. My mother gave birth to twins Lingling and Longlong, and my grandma also gave birth to twins, my uncle." Qiu Wenyan said suddenly.
"Pingzi, I'm so lucky. Originally, the country required family planning, and I thought I could only give you one child, but I didn't expect that there were two at once.
No, I have to call my mother and tell her the good news." Qiu Wenyan stood up and went out to the study to make a phone call.
Zhang Junping is a division-level cadre. According to relevant regulations, he is qualified to install a telephone at home.
"Don't fight now, it's already this time, if our mother finds out, she will definitely come over, don't bother her.
Let's go back together tomorrow to tell our mother the good news." Zhang Junping stopped Qiu Wenyan with a smile and said.
"Yeah! That's right, let's talk about it tomorrow!" Qiu Wenyan thought that what Zhang Junping said made sense, so she stopped insisting and just kept touching her flat belly.
After appeasing Qiu Wenyan, Zhang Junping got up and went back to the backyard to continue making buns.
However, his rolling movements were much faster, revealing his excitement.
"Your grandpa and I have given birth to our great-grandson again." Grandma explained with joy on her face: "Pingzi, your wife has just become pregnant. You can't do anything else at night."
"Grandma, I know, you have forgotten that I know medical skills." Zhang Junping replied with a smile.
Li Wenjuan's face turned red when she heard this.
Perhaps seeing Li Wenjuan's embarrassment, grandma did not say anything else, but wrapped the buns quickly.
"Master, the pot is boiling!" Xia Guoxiang didn't know yet that with his skill in cooking the pot, he had two more junior brothers/junior sisters.
"Got it!" Zhang Junping stood up, picked up a pot of steamed buns, and walked into the kitchen.
The pot lid is a kitchen utensil made of sorghum stalks. It is very popular in the north and almost every household cannot do without it.
It's just that the names are different in different places. Some are called Gai Lian, some are called Guo Zhi, some are called Grate Lian, and some are called Double Grate. They are all the same thing.
It is used for making buns and steaming steamed buns. First put the raw ones on the pot lid, then take them to the kitchen and put them on the grate in the pot.
This is also used when making dumplings, and it has even become a measuring tool.
In rural areas, we often hear conversations like this: How many dumplings did your family make? Mine made two pots.
This kind of measurement is actually a disguised way of showing off wealth, which evolved slowly.
Before the 1980s, every family was not wealthy, so even if they ate dumplings during the Chinese New Year, they would only eat dumplings by the number.
So this kind of conversation about showing off wealth was derived.
The neighbor asked you how many dumplings your family made?
My family made fifty dumplings.
Who can make fifty dumplings for eight people in the family? It’s not nice to say it.
So I simply said: My family packs two pot lids.
When you say this, the force comes out.
How much is a pot lid? There are big and small pot lids. The big one can hold seventy or eighty pieces, and the small one can hold twenty or thirty pieces.
But I didn’t say how big the pot lid was, I just said that I covered two pot lids.
This can also be regarded as a kind of life wisdom.
Zhang Junping placed the buns one by one on the grate in the pot, and then closed the lid.
The lid of the pot that Zhang Junping holds the buns on is called a pot lid because it is really a pot lid. Before the 1970s and 1980s, its other functions were pot lids, basin lids, and cylinder lids.
It was not until later that aluminum pot lids and aluminum alloy pot lids came into being that they were replaced.
"Keep lighting the fire! When the pot boils, check the time. It will be ready in twenty minutes." Zhang Junping told Xia Guoxiang.
It only takes fifteen minutes to steam half of the buns, but the meat filling Zhang Junping uses is raw, so he deliberately adds five minutes more.
Even though steamed buns are not very eye-catching, they are actually recorded in history books.
As early as the "Shijiyuan" compiled by Gao Cheng of the Song Dynasty, there is a record of steamed buns: Zhuge Liang went to the south to paint human heads as a sacrifice.
This should be the earliest steamed bun.
In addition, "Qing Bailei Chao" compiled by Xu Ke at the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China mentioned: The so-called steamed buns in the south are also fermented and steamed with crumbs and raised into a round shape, but they are actually steamed buns. Steamed buns existed in the Song Dynasty.
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In fact, I personally feel that Xu Ke’s paragraph is nonsense. During the Song Dynasty, steamed buns were already selling like hot cakes. There is a description of steamed buns with human meat and steamed buns stuffed with meat in "Water Margin". This is a well-known thing, and he is also mentioned in the book.
Specifically speaking.
This also proves that hydrology and rounding up the number of words are not an invention of later Internet writers. The ancients had already started to use hydrography and rounding up the number of words.
That's too far.
Zhang Junping left the kitchen, washed his hands, and continued rolling out the dough.
The three people worked together and quickly filled a large pot of stuffing into meat buns.
The wrapping is finished here, and the second pot over there has been cooked.
The steaming buns are filled with aroma.
Making bread not only smells good, tastes good, but also looks good.
Qiu Wenyan, who had just been vomiting because she couldn't stand the smell of shepherd's purse, had already taken a few steamed buns and ate them deliciously.
"It's good to be able to eat. When a woman is pregnant, it's a blessing to be able to eat!" Grandma said with a smile and narrowed her eyes.
"Swallows are blessed at first glance. They are much better than you. In the first few months, you vomited everything you ate, which made me very worried." My grandfather came back from fishing and said with a smile.
"Grandma, you can eat it too. This is the fruit of a day's work by our mothers." Zhang Junping took a bun for grandma and another for grandpa, "Grandpa, you should also try these meat buns."
"Okay, okay! This bun looks delicious." Grandpa smiled and took the bun.
"You guys eat first. Today I will show off my cooking skills and make you a crucian carp soup and braised carp." Zhang Junping rolled up his sleeves and walked to the edge of the pond carrying his grandfather's fishing net.