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Xia Ye threw the sugar cane in his hand: "Here, try this!"

Chapter 46 There is nothing better than dumplings!

Song Guo took the sugar cane, imitated Xia Ye's way, bit the outer skin with his teeth, then tore it down to reveal the cane meat, and took a bite.

Crunch!Crunch!

As you chew, a burst of refreshing juice floods the taste buds.

"good to eat!"

Song Guo's eyes lit up.

"Uh, just chew a few bites, you can't eat the dregs!"

Seeing little loli swallowing the bagasse, Xia Ye hurriedly reminded her.

"Ok!"

The womb fruit took another bite, she thought it would be more exciting to eat this!

“Dumplings at night!”

Xia Ye plucked a handful of spring onions from the vegetable bed, nearly half a month's field trip made his mouth water, and he must make up for it.

Song Guo followed Xia Ye, went to the bamboo forest to dig a few spring bamboo shoots, walked half a circle around the forest, harvested some mushrooms at the roots of several big trees, and then returned to the cave kitchen.

"There is no fresh meat, use bacon instead, it is probably a bit salty!"

Xia Ye took out a piece of smoked ham from a large clay pot, cut off about two catties, and threw it in again. He thought the stone knife was too blunt, so he simply used the tactical ax as a kitchen knife.

Minced the bacon, then went to the mountain stream to wash the spring bamboo shoots and mushrooms, as well as the onion, ginger and garlic, chopped them as before, put them in a pottery dish, then picked up a pair of bamboo chopsticks and started stirring clockwise.

"Ah?"

Song Guo saw that Xia Ye picked up a small clay pot the size of a fist, dug a handful out of it with a stone spoon, and poured it into the meat filling.

Out of curiosity, Sigo approached it and sniffed it, and a pungent smell immediately flooded into the nostrils.

"Ah! Ahh!"

Song Guo immediately sneezed a few times, tears were about to come out from the pain.

"Haha, this is Sichuan pepper powder, for seasoning!"

Xia Ye was amused. When he mentioned seasoning, he suddenly slapped his head: "Why did you forget the soy sauce?"

"soy sauce?"

Song Guo scratched her hair, her little face was full of doubts, what the elder brother said, many names had never been heard before!

Soon, Xia Ye brought a clay pot, the mouth of which was sealed with yellow mud, he smashed it carefully, cleaned it, and then opened it.

A strong aroma of soy sauce pervaded immediately.

Two heads, one big and one small, immediately came to the mouth of the jar and looked around.

"It's okay, there is no foam, it proves that it is not broken!"

Xia Ye took out a spoonful, smelled the smell, and licked it with the tip of his tongue.

Soybean originated in China and was one of the earliest staple foods. It’s just that it’s too easy to fart if you eat too much, but there are many by-products of it.

Soy sauce is made from soybeans. The process is very simple. It is steamed, dried in the sun, allowed to mildew to produce mycelia, and then screened, then added with salt water, and sealed for storage.

Xia Ye's uncle is a chef. He dislikes the fact that industrial soy sauce destroys the original flavor of the ingredients, and adding various additives is not good for the health. So after having a child, he started to make soy sauce and vinegar condiments.

After hearing and seeing, Xia Ye has understood a little bit. Although he can't make top-quality soy sauce, daily use will make the food full of flavor.

You know, in this era when even salt is saved, there are no condiments.

Impurities had settled, Xia Ye took two spoonfuls and poured them into the meat filling. With stirring, the color immediately deepened, making it look much better.

"Want to try it?"

Xia Ye handed out the wooden spoon.

"want!"

Song Guo took a big gulp, his entire expression froze instantly, then he opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and the soy sauce mixed with his saliva flowed down like a waterfall.

“So salty!”

Song Guo rushed to the mountain stream with short legs, and rinsed her mouth for a while, but soon she forgot the taste, and stared at the snow-white flour, dumbfounded.

"what is this?"

Watching Xia Ye add cold water and knead the flour into a ball, Song Guo felt amazing.

"Flour!"

As a rural child, Xia Ye's housekeeping skills are at full value, and after a while, thin dumpling wrappers are rolled out one by one.

"Wow!"

Song Guo exclaimed.

"Alright!"

Pick up the meat stuffing with bamboo chopsticks, put it in the middle of the dumpling wrapper, and then fold it in half. After pinching the edge with your thumb and forefinger, put the dumpling in the tiger's mouth with your left hand, and then use your right hand to force it.

A beautiful dumpling came out of the oven.

"to learn!"

The wombat fruit couldn't wait, but the craftsmanship was terrible, either the meat filling was too much and it was crushed, or there was only a thin skin left.

Xia Ye remembered the situation when he first learned how to make dumplings, but unfortunately, things are different.

Add water to the stone pot, add firewood to the stove, ignite the fire, put the dumplings when it boils, and push a few times with a long-handled wooden spoon to prevent sticking to the bottom of the pot.

Sizzle!

Siunguo stood by the stone pot, watching the churning dumplings one by one swelled and rounded, drooling, the aroma of the dumplings came out with the heat, killing the gluttons.

"Big brother hurry up!"

The dumplings were on the table, and Song Guo was holding the chopsticks, but the sensible one didn't pick them up.