Wen Xin thought for a while and said, "Why don't we eat white flour steamed buns? We have some white flour at home. Xin'er has only eaten white flour steamed buns from outside, but she has never eaten her own."
Wen Xin said this, Wen Yu thought it was true, but after thinking about it more carefully, "It seems that none of our family has ever eaten our own white flour steamed buns, so let's just eat this tonight."
Steamed buns need to be fermented, and in ancient times, when you make steamed buns at home, you need to knead old noodles together to ferment the steamed buns, and the Wen family really doesn’t have this old noodles. Wen Xin suddenly thought that no wonder the black steamed buns they eat are so unpalatable.
Yes, dead noodles that have not been fermented are naturally unpalatable.
But it’s raining so hard. Is it possible to go out and change the old noodles? Even if the change comes back and gets caught in the rain, it may not be useful. Wen Wen said: "Second brother, I have yeast in there, you can just use this to make the noodles."
yeast?
Wen Yu has never heard of this word.
Wen Wen explained: "It's used to make steamed buns. It makes the steamed buns soft. Xin'er doesn't know what it is, but she knows how to use it. It has the same effect as the old noodles."
Wen Yu nodded, "Okay, then Xin'er will give it to the second brother to try."
Wen Xin glanced outside the door. No one was looking around. She took out a small bag of yeast. She tore open the bag of yeast and poured it into a bowl. She added a little sugar. Wen Yu knew she had sugar. At first,
Wen Yu didn't see it when he was adding it to the pear paste, so he didn't know. Later, when he was making the pear paste, Wen Yu saw it, so Wen Xin didn't hide it.
Besides, sugar needs to be added to the yeast to allow it to ferment quickly, so it won’t work without adding it.
After adding the sugar, stir the yeast with warm water, then pour an appropriate amount of flour (enough for a family) into the basin, add a little sugar to the flour, then pour the yeast water into it, stir, and finally divide
Add water one at a time, stir the flour in the basin into fluffy form, and then start kneading.
You should pay attention to this. Use warm water when the weather is cold and cold water when the weather is hot. The same goes for yeast.
After kneading the dough into a smooth dough, put it in a basin and cover it with a wet cloth, put it into the warm pot where the food was just cooked, cover the pot lid and use the residual heat in the pot to ferment.
This process is simple and similar to their usual steps of kneading dough. But as for whether this dough can rise, Wen Yu, who has never tried it before, is really worried, "Is this enough? It feels no different from what I usually do."
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"You'll know after half an hour. It doesn't happen all at once. It always happens slowly."
However, he didn't even wait for half an hour. When Wen Yu came over to take a look a quarter of an hour later, the noodles had already risen a little. When half an hour came, the noodles had already soaked on the wet cloth.
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Fortunately, the cloth was wet, so the noodles did not stick to the cloth, but the fermentation ability of the yeast is really amazing. "This is so fermentable. I didn't pour much noodles into it just now, but it has risen so much."
A basin."
In her previous life, Wen Xin's family often did this, and she was used to it after seeing it too much. Naturally, she didn't have such a big reaction as Wen Yu, but she still cooperated with Wen Yu in speaking, "Yes, such a big pot,
How many steamed buns can you squeeze out?"
The brother and sister were overjoyed and surprised. The brothers who heard the two talking also came over to take a look at the situation. Unexpectedly, they were immediately stunned by the noodles in the basin. Wen Jin asked: "Second brother, why did you make so many steamed buns?"
Yeah, how many steamed buns can I make with this?"
Wen Yu explained: "No, there is still that much noodles, but it has been fermented and will taste softer. It looks like there is a lot, but in fact it is not that much."
Wen Yu sprinkled some flour on the chopping board, then took out the noodles in the basin. After kneading the noodles for a few times and expelling the air from the noodles, the noodles became much more concentrated and looked lighter than the noodles.
The flour that came out was a little bigger, and the steamed buns, which were about the same size as usual, were no longer attractive. The brothers immediately left the stove and returned to the main room.
After Wen Yu kneaded the dough until there was no air, he kneaded the dough into a long strip, then cut it into small pieces, and then rolled it into a round shape. Wen Wen remembered that these noodles need to ferment for a while before being steamed in the pot. Anyway, there is no time now.
It was still early, and Wen Yu was not in a hurry to steam it, so he just let the noodles sit for a while so that he could take a rest.
Taking advantage of this period of time, Wenxin hurried to the space and took the lead in mixing out the seasonings needed for the fat intestines, and handed them to Wen Yu to hide. After that, Wenxin's task was completed.
After waiting for a while, Jing Bo, who had slept in the room, finally woke up. When he opened his eyes and looked at the unfamiliar environment around him, he was a little nervous for a while, but when he saw Jing Chen next to him, he became nervous.
His heart relaxed, "Dad."
When Jingchen heard his son's voice calling him, he immediately raised his hand and stroked his forehead. It seemed that he was not as feverish as before, but there was still some heat.
Jing Bo glanced around and asked, "Dad, where are you?"
Jingchen smiled softly and said, "This is my sister's house. Didn't you come here? Did you forget about it after sleeping?"
Jingbo then remembered that his house had fallen down, and that he had really asked to come to Wenxin's house before the house fell down. Suddenly, Jingbo became a little shy.
Jingchen tapped his forehead and said, "You still have a fever. Now that you're awake, just drink the medicine."
Jing Bo frowned, as if he didn't want to, but he didn't say anything.
Jingchen naturally saw it, but no matter how unwilling he was, he still drank the medicine.
Jingchen ignored Jing Bo's repulsive face and walked straight to the corner of the stove house. That corner was outside the stove house, but it couldn't get wet. The stove house was too busy just now and he was worried about spreading the medicine.
, so he moved Wen Shan here. When he saw Jing Chen coming over, Wen Shan immediately said: "Uncle Jing, is my brother awake? The medicine is already gone. It will be too long to stay up any longer."
"Wake up, I'm just here to get the medicine, please Shan'er."
Wen Shan shook his head, "No trouble, I'll get a bowl."
Wen Shan turned around and went to the kitchen house to get a new bowl. He remembered what his brother and sister said, and he would use a new bowl if he gave it to Uncle Jing and the others. He also ran the bowl through water before taking it out, "It has been washed with water."
It’s passed and it’s clean.”
Jingchen poured the medicine, thanked Wen Shan and returned to the room.
As the bowl of medicine got closer and closer, Jingbo's little face frowned more and more tightly, and then his whole body moved back several meters, "Dad, I don't want to drink it."
"You're still having a fever. If you don't drink, you'll burn yourself to death. Do you want to be a fool?"
No one wants to be a fool, not even the 3-year-old Jingbo. He shook his head violently. His illness was not cured, but he shook his head until he fainted.
Before he could stop shaking his head, his body fell to one side.