Feng Yanhong finally found the gong for making cold skin in the small market next to the wholesale market. Because it was made of copper, the price was a bit distressing to her.
But now I only need to buy one, if it’s more expensive, just be more expensive.
After preparing a lot of spices and taking the goods ordered by Feng Yanjun, the two hurried to the station and squeezed into the bus before departure.
Fortunately, no one came up halfway. She stood at the door and was protected by Li Boshan. It was relatively easy for her to stand this way.
In fact, there weren't many things, and they could fit in a side basket, but Li Boshan insisted on sending her into his house.
Euphemistically known as: You have to see her come into the house intact, so that you can 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.
Early the next morning, Feng Tai, Zhou Baixiu and the other two went to work, while Feng Yanhong started kneading, washing and mixing the noodles.
Feng Yanjun kneaded the dough in his hands, his face looked weird, he was kneading the dough like he was washing clothes.
He had been firmly convinced in the past two days, but now his heart was a little shaken. Her sister's cooking was delicious, but was it really possible to open a snack bar at this level?
Just the dough in his hand that has been kneaded into mud?
He suddenly felt that his sister didn't seem so reliable anymore.
After kneading, a large basin of facial water was placed in the kitchen, but she didn't move anymore, and started making lunch again.
Does this mean we can’t eat at noon?
"Sister, what on earth are you going to make for dinner?" Feng Yanjun thought about it for a moment, and found that their family had never made anything like this.
"Liangpi."
"Liangpi? It seems that our family has never eaten this before. Did you come up with it?"
"That's not true. Liangpi has a long history. I heard this from others."
Feng Yanhong glanced at Feng Yanjun and felt relieved when she saw that he didn't raise any questions.
Feng Yanjun had to go out today to deliver the rubber shoes that someone had ordered a few days ago. He ate early and went out before work, and came back early in the afternoon.
When Feng Yanhong finished her first piece of cold skin, Feng Yanjun standing aside was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped.
Such a thin piece of cake is still shining with light. How much effort was expended just to make such a piece of cake?
"Don't move! You can't eat it yet!"
Feng Yanhong slapped away his dirty hands that had already reached for Liangpi, frowned and urged him to squeeze out some more cool well water.
Feng Yanhong's movements were nimble. By the time Feng Yanjun came in with water, half of the batter had been made.
"Pour it into a big basin, and then put the basin containing the cold skin into it to cool down."
Without a freezer, she could only cool the cold skin as quickly as possible to ensure its strength and prevent it from cracking.
"Sister, the noodles steamed in the back pot have been shaped like that by me, can you still eat them?"
"Yes, why not?"
She has been doing this for more than ten years. She still remembers that when Feng Yanjun ate it for the first time, he ate her three large slices of cold skin in one go. She still said that she was full, and drank another bowl of mung bean soup before she showed up.
A satisfied look.
"I'll make you a pot of mung bean soup later, with rock sugar in it."
"Okay!" Feng Yanjun added a handful of firewood to the stove, his eyes reflecting the light of the stove with a bright smile.
At this time, it is not easy to find a cucumber at the end of May. Fortunately, she dug out a few carrots saved last year in the sand in the cellar. They had some tassels on them, but they were still edible.
Cut the cold skin into finger-width strips, cut two pieces and put them into Feng Yanjun's bowl, pour the sauce on them and add the spicy oil on top.
The warm mung bean soup with cold skin made Feng Yanjun's mouth full of red oil and he couldn't stop praising it.
"It's a little troublesome, but it's delicious. Isn't this much better than the 50-cent cold noodles in the city?"
Feng Yanjun picked up a piece of gluten and put it in his mouth, "I didn't expect that the noodles were kneaded into such a shape and that they were so delicious."
Feng Yanhong shook his head. It was only because of the scarcity of supplies at this time and the limited variety of snacks that he could eat that he had such an idea. If it were another ten or twenty years later, he might not think that this small bowl of cold skin was anything.
It's delicious.
"Send some to Uncle Li's house later. Don't ask Boqing to add chili pepper. He can eat other seasonings."
Feng Yanjun readily agreed, holding the bowl and leaning towards Feng Yanhong, smiling maliciously.
"Sister, don't you have anything to tell Brother Boshan?"
Feng Yanhong, who was still busy under her hands, raised her head and raised her hands, "Tsk~ Your skin is itchy, isn't it?"
Feng Yanjun had already predicted it, and the moment Feng Yanhong raised her hand, she jumped far away and smiled brightly with her teeth bared.
"If you don't have it, then you don't have it. Why are you taking action? I can't do it even if I go!"
Feng Yanjun was holding a basin and a big bowl. He was still humming something. He hooked the door with his feet and slowly closed it. "Sister, I'm leaving. Leave me two more and I'll return them when I come back."
Eat it!”
"I know!" Feng Yanhong stroked her forehead helplessly. This was just a little mess!
Bai Xiu sat at the dinner table, looking at the bowl of red and shiny red spicy food, her eyes were burning.
"How much gas did you use?! Are you having a hard time? How can my little gas ticket withstand your use?"
"..." Feng Yanhong silently grabbed her earlobe, she had indeed used a little too much oil.
"Try it quickly, it's delicious." Feng Taizhou mixed the cold skin for Bai Xiu, handed it to her, and winked at Feng Yanhong.
Feng Yanhong understood and said: "I'm going to serve mung bean soup."
"My child is kind enough to make food for you. Why do you need so much oil? Nowadays, a can of oil doesn't cost much. Don't talk about it anymore. Eat it quickly, it's delicious!"
"As much as you know how to be a good person, I'm also afraid that if she develops the habit of being a spendthrift, she won't be able to live well after getting married."
Bai Xiu's face was full of sadness, and her heart felt sour.
"If I can find someone with good conditions, I won't care, but she..."
"Why do I think of this again? It's good. The children are doing well. I wasn't talking about children and grandchildren being blessed yesterday. Why am I so careless again today?"
"The conditions may be seen for a while, but they may not be seen for a lifetime. As long as the person is good, treats us Yanhong well, is willing to make progress, and the most important two people can be together."
"Don't tell me, the cold skin made by my girl is much more delicious than what we ate in the army. It's our girl who is better at cooking."
Feng Yanhong stood in front of the door. She felt very uncomfortable when she heard the conversation between her parents. She must have worried her parents a lot about the bad things she did in her previous life, right?
But now, she still makes her parents worry about her, but now it's different from her previous life, and she won't have so many troubles anymore.
"Here comes the mung bean soup~" Feng Yanhong calmed down her emotions and opened the door curtain with a smile.