system of princes and generals

Chapter 194 Can I Eat It?

Huo Guang glanced at Wang Yi who was standing not far away. Seeing him swallowing his saliva and immersing himself in his own world, he knew that this kid must be concerned about obscene meat buns. He couldn't help but chuckled in his heart and shook his head helplessly. , and then said to him, "If you want to eat, hurry up and start a fire."

The words of the county horse were like a bolt of lightning, and it happened to hit Wang Yi's head. Of course Wang Yi wanted to eat it, and he really wanted to eat it. The Roujiamo that Jun Ma said was exciting just thinking about it, so Wang Yi ran to the stove without hesitation.

Roujiamo is a traditional delicacy in Shaanxi. It is very simple to make. This way of eating or similar food is called jiamo.Those with vegetables are called Caijiamo, those with meat are called Roujiamo, and those that are soaked and eaten are collectively called Paomo. What kind of soup is called what kind of bun, and mutton soup is called Mutton Paomo. Although Huo Guang is not from Shaanxi, he has liked it since he was a child. Eat these, especially like to eat Roujiamo.

Huo Guang, who has a special liking for pasta, can make a lot of pasta besides Roujiamo, but he thinks Roujiamo is easier to learn, the production method is simple, and it is more suitable for old women to sell. If you can make a living, the market and sales must be good, Huo Guang has this information.

He hoped that in the future, the old lady could use Roujiamo to make a living. No, to be precise, it would make her life better through Roujiamo. Huo Guang subconsciously scanned everything around him, the walls that would drop slag every time he touched them, You can see the roof of the sky when you look up, and you don’t dare to touch the tables and chairs for fear of falling apart. You can always see the rice vat at the bottom of the vat, and the thin, bone-only flowers that are always smiling. Huo Guang felt infinite emotion in his heart. With this skill, the old woman's life would definitely be better in the future.

When Wang Yi lit the fire, Huo Guang was able to use this time to make noodle buns. This bun is not an ordinary cake, it has to be fermented, which is what later generations call dough cakes.

Although it is autumn now, the temperature is not particularly cold, so the fermentation speed is very fast, and the flour has been fermented to the extent Huo Guang wanted in a short time.

The old lady has been in a state of half-belief, she can't believe it, she has a handsome face, and she is pampered and well-fed in the Hou's mansion. The county horse can cook, and can clearly recognize the things in the kitchen, the old lady is surprised up.

What happened next surprised the old woman. She originally wanted to volunteer to help make the dough. After all, there is not much flour at home. If the county horse is just for fun, the flour was wasted. She asked herself to do it because she didn’t trust her. Making noodles, but was flatly rejected by Jun Ma, the old lady looked at the little flour left in her house under the hands of Jun Ma with great distress.

However, when Huo Guang's skillful technique and movements more delicate than hers were shown in front of the old woman, her eyes widened in surprise. This scene was almost impossible to happen.

The corners of the old woman's eyes trembled slightly. As Huo Guang's hand danced vigorously over the dough, the dough changed shape as if by magic.

After a while, the big dough was divided into many small doughs by Huo Guang.

Not to mention that the old woman didn't know that Huo Guang could make these things before. Even Wang Yi, who knew that Jun Ma was a god and had tasted the delicacies cooked by Jun Ma himself, was also dumbfounded.

Wang Yi looked at the county horse in a daze. This was the first time he had seen the county horse cooking. Wang Yi rarely went to the kitchen. In the past, the county horse offered to reward him with food. He thought it was okay to cook with ordinary cooks The difference, but I didn't expect that I still underestimated the county horse.

Soon, Huo Guang put the dough cakes on the stove and baked them. In the blink of an eye, each cake was ready, and the humble room was filled with the sweet smell of dough cakes.

Duo'er bounced over and said excitedly, "Big brother, is the delicious food ready?" A pair of big watery eyes stared at the noodles and swallowed.

Huo Guang hooked the corner of his mouth and said patiently, "Is this considered delicious? Duo'er underestimated big brother, wait a minute, there are more delicious things."

Duo'er stared straight at the pancakes neatly placed in the basket not far away, and swallowed a few more saliva. Although she wanted to eat in her heart, she knew it was not time to eat, so she silently retreated to the On one side, but the big eyes are still staring at the noodles.

Duo'er backed away sensibly, and another big glutton suddenly rushed over, "Junma, let me have a taste, that cake...it's so delicious. Just eat one, okay?" Wang Yi put on a pitiful look, eyes It's all about to fall on the dough.

Huo Guang glanced at Wang Yi with his cold knife eyes, and continued to work on the next step without saying a word.

Sometimes it's so strange, originally I just wanted to eat, but the more I couldn't eat, the more hungry I felt. Wang Yi's stomach was overwhelmed with hunger, and he yelled loudly to express his dissatisfaction.

"Junma..." Wang Yi continued to cry pitifully and softly.

Huo Guang rolled his eyes and continued to make the most important braised pork.

In his mind, stewed meat is the simplest, as long as it tastes good, you can put whatever you want. The purpose is that the stewed meat has a good taste, is fragrant, tasty, rotten enough, and does not clog your teeth.

In a blink of an eye, the pork belly cut into small pieces and the crowd Huo Guang felt could meet all his requirements.

The pork belly wrapped in the soup was tumbling in the pot, making a tempting gurgling sound, the soup gradually became thicker, and the color of the pork belly became more and more shiny.

The dilapidated house with air leaks everywhere is now filled with the delicious aroma of braised pork.

If the aroma of the bread just now was enough to make Wang Yi swallow his saliva greedily, at the moment the aroma of braised meat made Wang Yi's saliva almost flow out from the corners of his mouth before he could swallow it.

The old woman's astonishment when Huo Guang was kneading the dough turned into shock at this moment. The dignified Junma was cooking at her home, and it was meat buns that she had never seen before, or even heard of.

Huo Guang didn't care about the strange eyes and swallowing saliva of the people around him, and put all his energy on making the meat clips. The stewed meat was all done, the soup was dry, and three pairs of eyes were fixed on Huo Guang's actions. , looking forward to the command of the county horse, they can eat some noodle cakes, eat braised pork, their brains are blank, and their eyes only have delicious food.

Wang Yi forcefully swallowed back the saliva that almost flowed from the corner of his mouth, staring straight at Huo Guang's hands and said, "Junma, can I eat?"

Huo Guang ignored Wang Yi and continued to get busy.

But what happened in the next scene, Wang Yi was stunned.Huo Guang didn't take out the stewed meat, but first picked up a noodle cake, cut a knife in the middle, and sandwiched the stewed meat in the middle.

The old woman had never seen stewed pork before, let alone this way of eating it. Huo Guang handed her the meat bun in his hand, "Grandma, try it."

(End of this chapter)