Zhang Heng rushed to the grocery store and bought a bag of glutinous rice balls and a handful of salted vegetables. Then he ran home non-stop. He liked the feeling of running, as if he was racing against the wind. The wind was free and unrestrained.
Unfettered...
The high school in his hometown was rebuilt from the people's commune in the former township. It is at the foot of the mountains and far away from the town. Zhang Heng only goes to the town to pick up remittance orders from the post office, which is only twice a year. His grandmother is twenty years old.
Having not been out of the village for many years, Zhang Heng’s exposure to the outside world was only through word of mouth from senior workers in the village, gossip among classmates, and through TV and books. Now he can actually think of making Yeerba.
Make money with ideas, feel great and excited!
After entering the kitchen, I rinsed the pork quickly and chopped it into minced meat on the chopping board. After thinking about it, I grabbed some thigh meat and stacked it into minced meat. I put it into a small bowl separately, and then put the salted vegetables.
Cut some pieces into fine pieces. The next step is to mix it with the flour. It is quite simple because there is no need for fermentation. Just add water and knead it well.
Now it was time to stir-fry the ingredients. It took Zhang Heng a while to figure out how to use the gas tank. After heating the pan, he added rapeseed oil. When the water bubbles in the oil dried up, the stacked meat was removed from the pan.
As a villager, Zhang Heng's parents were not around, so he naturally learned to cook since he was a child. Just as the lyrics say: "A motherless child is like a grass."
However, Zhang Heng, a grassroots man, has long learned to amuse himself, which is just a daydream. But when he saw him happily stir-frying the minced meat until it was seven-cook, he added salt and pepper powder, stir-fried evenly, and then added the salt
The vegetables are put into the pot. The salted vegetables are already salty, so there is no need to add salt. Once the salted vegetables are fragrant, add a little MSG and then put them in the pot.
Next, he followed the same method and fried the thigh meat with minced vegetables and salted vegetables. Without comparison, Zhang Heng still felt that the ingredients were very fragrant just now. Now when he fried the thigh meat, the aroma was completely different from before. It was not on the same level.
superior.
The smile on his face became even thicker. My sister would definitely like to eat it. Even if my mother did not agree with the business of selling Yeerba in the end, at least my sister liked to eat it. This was enough, and it was worth Zhang Heng's extra effort in cooking.
Now that the ingredients are fried, they don’t wait to cool down, so they wrap up the cakes directly. In my hometown, basically all snacks are called cakes, and all steamed buns and buns are called cakes, but this Ye’er cake is worthy of its name and belongs to the category of cakes.
The best among children.
Since it was made for his family to eat, it naturally had a thin skin and lots of meat filling. Zhang Heng took out a dough ball, rolled it into a ball, pressed it into the middle with his thumb a few times, and it became a bowl shape. He also used a spoon to scoop out the meat and put it in.
Put the dough in the dough, seal it and round it again, wrap it with dragon leaves, put it in a basket and put it away.
Following the same pattern, the basket was filled without much effort. Most of it was pork stuffing, and only a corner was thigh meat stuffing. Zhang Heng used a chopstick to separate the delicious ones, and left the delicious ones for his mother and sister. If they couldn't finish them,
It can be steamed and heated up and used as breakfast tomorrow morning.
"I have a chicken in my left hand, a duck in my right hand, and a fat baby on my back..." Zhang Heng hummed a little tune, scooping water into the pot without waiting with his hands, and after putting the basket in place, Ye Erba
The sorted piles were piled on top of the baskets. I counted a total of thirty or so.
Then I tidied up the kitchen and put the remaining leaves back into the room and hid them. I waited until the experiment was finished. The smell of the dragon pattern leaf cake was telling me. After all this work, there was no rush. The leaf cake would be ready in less than ten minutes.
It can be steamed well, but even if it takes time to boil the water, it can be eaten in no more than twenty minutes at most.
Looking at the time, it was almost seven o'clock in a blink of an eye. His family hadn't come back yet. Zhang Heng thought about it and decided to go to the butcher shop to help his mother and sister clean up. Even though it was summer, it was almost dark outside.
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Suddenly, at this moment, there was a knock on the door outside. Zhang Heng suddenly wondered, is the courtyard door not closed?
"Excuse me, can you come in? I'm from the house next door." A woman's voice came next.
Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment and then went out. As the saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. The relationship between neighbors is very important in the village. Before reaching the entrance of the courtyard, Zhang Heng saw a woman standing at the door. She was about thirty years old and dressed in a similar style.
The 40-year-old aunt in the village wears a large flowered apron and two black sleeves. She is a little thin, with a trace of tiredness on her face, and the light in her eyes is very weak.
Zhang Heng shook his head. When did he become so observant? He quickly said: "Hello, aunt, what can I do for you? My mother hasn't come back yet."
The woman replied with some embarrassment: "I'm not here to see Sister Wang. Well, I live next door. Alas! I just said it directly. The two children at home just smelled the fragrance and made a lot of noise, so I'll be patient."
Come here and ask for some food. Young man, you were making something delicious just now. It smelled so good."
When Zhang Heng heard this, a strong sense of accomplishment spread throughout his body. It turned out that this was the situation, and he quickly said: "Auntie, you are too outspoken. They are all neighbors. What can I say? I am doing Ye
Erba'er, I was frying the ingredients just now, but the Ye'erba hasn't started steaming yet."
At this point, the woman's expression became even more embarrassing, and Zhang Heng said again: "Auntie, if you don't mind, I will give you the remaining meat first, and I will bring you some later when the cakes are steamed."
"Okay, okay, thank you young man. It's just the two kids at home who are slandering me. My aunt will make something delicious and bring it to you tomorrow." The woman said happily.
Zhang Heng smiled and nodded. He really didn't think it was anything. This kind of situation is very common in the village. For example, in the homes of several grandfathers, basically every time they come back after cutting meat, they will bring a bowl to their grandparents after it is done.
Well, neighbors with good relationships often do this too.
While thinking about it, she returned to the kitchen and brought out the remaining two small bowls of meat. Because it was divided into pork and thigh meat, there were two bowls. "Auntie, there is only so much left. You let the children eat first, and we will eat it later."
I'll send B'er over as soon as we meet."
"Thank you, thank you. You and your family are all good people." The woman thanked her again and happily carried the bowl to the next door.
Although there are dozens of households in the farmland area here, the houses of each household are quite far apart. This woman actually lives in the same house as Zhang Heng's house, but there is a wall in the middle, so they become two households. The woman
Over there, behind, Zhang Heng hasn't gone over to take a look yet.
Someone praised Zhang Heng and he was naturally in a good mood, because the woman also praised her mother and sister, which made people in the village more respectable. With a good reputation, she was more popular when visiting people, and she also gained face when talking about her.
Thinking of this, I happily closed the courtyard door and walked into the shop. Next to the small mud ridge was farmland. In fact, it couldn't be said to be farmland, because there was no trace of rice planting. The land was all planted with vegetables.
There are many varieties, including celery, garlic sprouts, potatoes, spinach, cabbage, bamboo shoots, peppers...
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