Food on the tip of your tongue

Huan looked at Kong Kong's position, smiled and strode home while holding Xiao Tail's hand.

It's not time for meal yet, only two or two guests come in and out of the restaurant.

Zhang Yonghuan peeled the corn cobs, and asked Qin Yang who was hammering the lame chair under the big locust tree: "Has the price of oil and salt increased again recently?"

"Yes." Qin Yang knocked on the nails, and said lightly: "The south has encountered floods, and the place where the salt is refined has been flooded. The government has very strict control over the sale of private salt, so it has caused oil and salt. Prices skyrocketed."

Zhang Yonghuan thought for a while and said: "Tomorrow, I will tidy up the backyard, build a pigsty, and get some saplings, and raise pigs to plant trees."

If you want to be rich, have fewer children and plant more trees, and have money in your pocket is the kingly way!

Qin Yang stopped his hands and looked at him and said, "Tomorrow will be the [-]th day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, so let's wait until these two days pass!"

Zhang Yonghuan said with a smile: "No, I'm confused, tomorrow will be the Mid-Autumn Festival!" It's time to reward yourself with delicious food!

21. Moon cake crystal cake...

On August [-]th, the full moon is Mid-Autumn Festival.

At five o'clock, before dawn, the big rooster in the yard crowed and crowed, Zhang Yonghuan woke up from his sleep, lay on the bed and stared for a long time, got dressed and got up.

In the yard, Chen Xiaoxu and Yuan Dapang were busy washing noodles, steaming and rolling dough, and Qin Yang was also busy washing vegetables and preparing ingredients in the kitchen.

Zhang Yonghuan washed his face, walked to the kitchen and looked at Qin Yang who was making noodles, picked up a piece of secret orange cake, stuffed it into his mouth and asked, "What do you do with noodles?"

Qin Yang rolled the noodles in the basin and said, "Crystal cake."

Zhang Yonghuan was stunned for a moment, thought for a while and said, "Moon cakes?"

Qin Yang smiled, and said leisurely: "Drowsy from sleep? Crystal cakes are not moon cakes. Let's make moon cakes after making crystal cakes later. There should be quite a few people who come to buy cakes today. People here like to eat them during festivals. Crystal cake."

Zhang Yonghuan said, "Then I'll make mooncakes." He looked around for a bowl of kneading noodles, flour, and fillings.

When he was shopping the day before yesterday, he bought white sugar with five kernels in advance. He first took out the white sugar and five kernels, and estimated that he could make a good amount.

Turn around, go to wash the pot, copy the five kernels, and boil the syrup.

Qin Yang kneaded the dough mixed with lard until it was almost smooth and no longer sticky.White sugar-cooked lard and fried flour are mixed with osmanthus fried black sesame and melon seeds and orange cakes as fillings. Put the reconciled ordinary dough and the crispy dough mixed with lard on the chopping board respectively. Then roll the ordinary noodles into slices and wrap them in pastry noodles.

Then open the skin, quickly roll the surface wrapped with crispy dough into a diamond-shaped piece, fold it up and down in half, and then roll it into a thin rectangular piece, cut it vertically into two pieces, then roll it into a round strip, knead it evenly and divide it. The stuffing is squeezed to seal the mouth tightly, and the crystal cake is lightly pressed on the wrapped crystal cake with the prepared wooden seal, and then it is placed in a special cage and ready to be baked in the oven.

Here Zhang Yonghuan has already fried the five kernels, and is adding fire to the stove to make syrup. The syrup in the pot is bubbling and boiling. He stuffed the firewood into the stove again, got up and washed his hands to keep it hot. The steaming five kernels were poured on the chopping board, picked up the rolling pin and started rolling. After almost all the five kernels were crushed, he found a large bowl to pour out the hot syrup in the pot. Qin Yang looked at him and put the fried kernels into pieces. He handed the fried flour and glutinous rice flour to his eyes and said, "This is fried noodles."

Zhang Yonghuan turned his head to look at the number of crystal cakes made in the cage: "Is it enough? Don't make enough to sell!"

Qin Yang pondered for a while and said: "There are also many large and small restaurants and pastry shops in the town. We have made a lot of them, so it's fine."

Zhang Yonghuan nodded and said with a smile, "You have a business mind."

Qin Yang's pupils shrank slightly, and he smiled unnaturally and said, "I can't help it. After living for a long time, I have to learn something."

With a sullen head, Zhang Yonghuan poured flour into the basin, added clear water and boiled lard syrup to knead the noodles, and said, "Let's invite Cripple Ren to celebrate the festival together. On the reunion festival on August [-]th, he is quite lonely by himself."

Qin Yang responded calmly and said, "Although the man has a broken leg, he breathes long and walks lightly. He seems to be a martial artist."

Zhang Yonghuan curled his lips and said, "Well, looking at the way he chops firewood, his arm strength is astonishing. Could it be that he is a master of martial arts?"

A generation of heroes who have been shaved by opponents into a disabled and depraved generation?

Qin Yang shook his head helplessly and sneered: "Brother Huan's imagination is really... rich." Ren Chongsheng's origin is unknown, and even he couldn't find out the real identity of this person, which made Qin Yang very surprised.

What kind of person can achieve the level of completely obliterating the past?If he is a person in the rivers and lakes, even if he is an unknown person, he should be able to find some clues.Obviously, Ren Chongsheng did not come from the Jianghu, so the only ones who have the strength to cover up his past are only people from the imperial court...

Who exactly?Is it a member of the court of the Song Dynasty, or a barbarian from a foreign country?

Zhang Yonghuan met each other, and after thinking for a long time, he said: "Looking at his tall, burly and resolute Kong Wu, he looks like a Central Plains man. Could it be that he is a Tibetan and a Mongolian?"

This continent is a space that is completely in balance with the 21st century. At the beginning of the founding of the Song Dynasty, it also experienced a period of foreign occupation of the territory of the Central Plains.

Foreigners are naturally no strangers to Song people.

Qin Yang shook his head and said, "Stop rubbing, cover your face and wake up for a while."

Zhang Yonghuan laughed, kneaded two more handfuls of dough, and covered it with a clean small bamboo basket.

Outside, Chen Xiaoxu and Yuan Dapang had already made the dough and steamed the gluten. Zhang Yonghuan looked at the sky and said, "After the fifteenth day, it will be late autumn. Do you still make dough in winter?" Eat it, do you want to fry it?

Qin Yang said: "No, I should make dumplings."

Zhang Yonghuan mixed the five-nut filling with a basin, poured the remaining fried flour and glutinous rice flour into the basin, added a little cooked lard, added crushed five-nut white sugar and a little water, and started stirring the filling Material, vigorously rub the filling in the basin evenly.Until the five kernel stuffing in the basin can be rubbed together, and it will not fall into small balls.

Smelling the stuffing mixed with sesame, peanut and walnut, Zhang Yonghuan's stomach growled twice.

Qin Yang, who was stacking the bowls and chopsticks in the cupboard, turned to look at him: "Hungry?"

Zhang Yonghuan nodded truthfully: "I'm hungry." If you don't feel hungry after working all morning, you are a god.

Besides, even if he is a god, he should be a gluttonous god, and he cannot live without food.

What I pursue all my life is to cook food, eat food, and treat my mouth and appetite well.

"What do you want to eat?" Qin Yang asked him, pointing to the civet cat who was still in the house and said, "Do you want to eat it?"

Zhang Yonghuan blinked, and said: "Eating meat in the morning is so boring, let's get some porridge and scallion pancakes to eat."

Qin Yang nodded: "Success, you make the noodles, and I will cook the porridge."

"Okay." Division of labor and cooperation, each performing its duties.

Zhang Yonghuan poured the flour, scooped some warm water in the pot, heated the water into the flour with chopsticks and stirred with chopsticks, and then added some cold water to knead the flour into a dough. After about 10 minutes, put the dough out of the basin Take a clean chopping board, use a knife to cut into evenly sized dough pieces, pick up a rolling pin and roll them into pancakes, spread a little cooked lard and salt on it, cut a handful of shallots and sprinkle them on top, spread the pancakes from top to bottom Roll it up in the middle, then roll it up from both ends to the middle, stack it up layer by layer and flatten it with your hands, and roll it into a pancake with seasonings added.

After rolling out more than a dozen scallion pancakes, Qin Yang, who was on fire, stirred the porridge in the pot with a spoon, and brushed the back pot for Zhang Yonghuan to use for later use.

He took a firestick and stabbed it into the stove hole to clear the ashes accumulated inside, and then picked a few longer sticks of firewood and stuffed them into the stove hole, and lit the fire in the back pot.

Holding the lard jar, Zhang Yonghuan scooped out an appropriate amount of oil and put it into the pan. After the oil temperature rose, he put the rolled scallion pancakes into the pan and added lard to spread the pancakes.

After they finished their breakfast, Yuan Dapang also chopped the firewood, and Chen Xiaoxu and Lao Suntou had already tidied everything inside and out.

Zhan Feng, who went out for morning exercises early in the morning, also went back to the house to wash his face.

Sniffing the scent of scallion pancakes, Xiaowei and Zhuxie rushed towards the kitchen one after the other.

Very hungry Zhang Yonghuan was sitting in the kitchen biting scallion pancakes, drinking porridge and pickles, "Why don't you stay in bed today?" Chewing the pancake and asking the voracious Zhu Xie.

Zhu Xie grinned at the hot pancake, took a few sips of cold water, and said, "I'm hungry."

Little Tail stood in front of the chopping board and ate porridge, and Qin Yang added food for them, and scolded: "Go out and eat!"

I really don't know if these two people are really too lazy to eat outside with food, or they really like eating around the stove.

Zhang Yonghuan took another big pancake, went out with the bowl, and squatted under the big locust tree to eat.

Xiaowei stood in the yard with a bowl in his hand, looked at him, then looked at Zhu Xie who was sitting on the edge of the door eating and drinking, and silently chose to go to the big locust tree and squat side by side with Zhang Yonghuan to eat.

Zhang Yonghuan smiled, ate the pancake and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Xiaowei smiled subtly, "It's delicious." He opened his mouth and bit the pancake.

"Then don't go back to Sichuan with Zhu Xie, you can eat big cakes every day if you stay here." Zhang Yonghuan really likes the obedient little tail, and he doesn't hesitate to use delicious food to lure him into corners.

The voices of the two of them were so low that Zhu Xie, a master eavesdropper who has always been known as a good ear, didn't hear them.

Little Tail took small bites of the pancake, looked at Zhang Yonghuan silently for a while, shook his head and said, "I want to stay with Xiao Xie."

Zhang Yonghuan asked again: "Why do you want to accompany him? He is not a child anymore."

Little Tail blinked innocently: "He...scared...alone."