Return to your own little world in Yunmiao Village.
Xu Hongdou printed the photos she took today one by one and pasted them on the photo paper.
I picked up the pen in my hand, thought about it, and wrote down what I wanted to record one by one under the photo.
In a photo of her and Damai making flower cakes, she wrote: "Da Mai, let's go out and play together."
A photo of Xie Zhiyuan with the words: "Xie Zhiyuan, a lovely brother."
A photo of Xie Zhiyao with the words: "He is not bad, I like his grandma."
After writing it, she checked it over again. After she felt satisfied, she pinned it on the photo wall. She wanted to use this wall to record her life here...to tell her friends what she had gained here...
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In the early morning of Yunnan in early March, the weather was still a little cold. Zhang Wentao, wearing a gray hoodie, rubbed his eyes and came to the restaurant.
He went to bed very late last night. Because he was lazy during this period, he didn't reply to a few important emails, and it was troublesome to type on his mobile phone, so he didn't go to bed until very late.
After arriving at the restaurant, he subconsciously looked for the ceiling light switch on the wall. After pressing it twice, the restaurant was still dark.
"broken?"
Apparently when I went back to my house last night, I drove it to light the way for someone who was coming home late. Why did it break down after I drove it overnight?
Finding that the light bulb was broken, Zhang Wentao shook his head helplessly. After taking out his mobile phone for lighting, he went to the kitchen and turned on the kitchen light before returning to the refrigerator in the dining room.
There is still some pork from yesterday that can be eaten. I will go to the ancient town to buy a computer later, and lunch can be done outside. As for dinner, let’s go to Gesang Hua.
I have been cooking dinner for two days in a row. I am not a cook in the courtyard, so there is no need to be so diligent.
…
After busying for a while, Damai arrived for breakfast as promised.
"Brother Wen Tao, what are you doing? Why don't you turn on the light?"
"Little Chaos, do you want to eat? The light bulb in the restaurant is broken. I'm going to buy a new one today."
"Little Chaos?!" Damai was a little happy when she heard Zhang Wentao's answer. Since she came here, she hasn't had a stuffed breakfast in the morning for a long, long time.
I haven’t eaten steamed buns, stewed wontons, pies, dumplings, pan-fried dumplings, etc. for a long time.
Because she doesn't know how to do it, and no one in the courtyard can do it, because it's too troublesome to make a face-to-face...
Thinking of the delicious breakfast that will be available soon, as well as the stir-fried pork and twice-cooked pork that conquered everyone's taste buds last night, Damai said with sincere anticipation: "Brother Wen Tao, you are so awesome!"
"Do whatever you want, the main thing is that I want to eat it too."
"Can you make chaos skin? How to make this, can you teach me?"
"Stewing wonton skins is very simple. All you need is noodles, water, and hands."
"That's you, Brother Wen Tao, can you stop treating everyone else the same as you?"
Zhang Wentao had already made the wonton stewed skin before the barley arrived. What he does now is to take a chopstick, dip a little meat filling into the wonton stewed skin, and then pinch it casually and throw it into a basin.
middle.
One by one, the little Chaos were slightly rounded, chubby, and very greedy by the carefully prepared pork stuffing.
"Why don't you go find some coriander and dried shrimps in the refrigerator."
After a while, Zhang Wentao, who had made about a hundred of them, said to Damai, who had been admiring his skillful skills.
"Oh well"
Damai came back to his senses and realized that this technique was indeed impossible to learn.
Resigned to her fate, she hurried to the refrigerator and comforted herself: "As long as you help, it's not free. As long as you don't eat in vain, you don't have to return the favor."
After she picked the cilantro and found the dried shrimps, Zhang Wentao immediately started cooking Xiaohuan.
Slowly boil the water, then put the amount of food that the two of you want to eat into the pot. When the water boils again, immediately pick it up and put it into a bowl.
Grab some coriander leaves and shrimp skin and sprinkle them on top.
Then pour the noodle soup used to cook the wontons on top…
It would be great if there was seaweed!
“It smells so good…”
Looking at the little Chaos that was ready in front of him, Damai couldn't help but sniff it.
"If you want to eat it, make it yourself."
Carrying two bowls of wonton stew, he walked to the restaurant, which was already illuminated by the early morning sunlight, and sat down, Zhang Wentao said with a smile.
"Well, if Sister Nana, Sister Hongdou, and Master Ma want to eat later, I will do it."
Damai brought the chopped peppers that she couldn't live without, put some in, and took the initiative to do the work.
"good."
Zhang Wentao nodded, sat on the chair, picked up a spoon and started eating.
The stewed wontons, stuffed with pork, and the flavor of coriander are fascinating. After eating a few mouthfuls of wonton stew, and then taking a sip of wonton soup that is freshened by shrimp skin, even your stomach will feel comfortable and satisfied.
"Just eat well and don't flatter me. Won stew, no matter how delicious it is, it's still won stew."
"oh."
"I'll leave the dishwashing to you." After finishing the Chaos Soup in the bowl, Zhang Wentao said hello to Damai, raised his buttocks and left.
"Don't worry, Brother Wen Tao, I understand the rules."
Hearing this, Zhang Wentao nodded with satisfaction.
It is a rule in the windy courtyard that those who cook do not need to wash dishes. It is the same in the restaurant. There is a dedicated dishwasher in the back kitchen. No chef will easily put aside his body and wash the dishes in the back kitchen.
Unless...unless like yesterday, I had barley for breakfast.
Not long after he left, Nana woke up and came to the restaurant, ready to drink a cup of coffee and wake up before going to work. Last night, she overestimated her ability to tolerate spicy food.
One night, I felt a little uncomfortable in my stomach and I couldn't rest very well.
"Sister Nana, do you want to eat wonton stew? I'll cook it for you."
"Stewed wontons?"
It is said that when she was in SH, her mother often went to the vegetable market and bought wonton stew to make the family breakfast. But since she came here, this was the first time she heard someone ask her if she wanted to eat wonton stew.
When did barley stop making rice noodles?
When will you make stewed wontons?
Nana didn't understand.
"Brother Wen Tao made it this morning, and there's still a lot. If you want to eat, I'll cook it for you."
Seeing Nana's confusion, Damai took the initiative to explain.
"Okay, okay."
Nana nodded after hearing this. The wonton stew made by Zhang Wentao? Northerners probably don't eat wonton stew... Could it be that he made it specially for himself because he heard that he was from SH?
So attentive...
"Then just wait a moment. It'll be fine soon."
"Well, thank you, Damai." Nana was still thinking about Zhang Wentao getting up early in the morning to make wonton stew, and she seemed a little polite when she replied to Damai.
However, Da Mai, who happily returned to the kitchen, didn't take it to heart.
She still hopes that this friend here can have breakfast on time every morning instead of always having a cup of coffee to kill herself.
After a while, Damai came over carefully carrying a bowl of wonton stew.
Looking at the familiar bowl of wonton stew in front of her, Nana lowered her head and smelled it.
Nana took a bite and tasted it carefully and found that the pork filling was delicious.
The texture is delicious and tender.
Thinking of Zhang Wentao's cooking last night, he used pork belly. I think he took great pains to remove all the fat in order to make wonton stew...
When making wonton stew, you usually need to use rump meat. Pork belly is too fat, and the meat filling will be a bit greasy... and the morning market is unlikely to be open at this time.
Thinking, thinking.
After drinking a bowl of soup, she felt warm in her heart.