Food on the tip of your tongue

You can eat up all the food grown in the field in a short time..."

Qin Yang interjected, "What is 5 minutes?"

Zhang Yonghuan stretched out his fingers and said, "Just a little while."

Qin Yang: "..."

After lunch, Zhang Yonghuan rested in the house for a while in every possible way, and wandered around the house with nothing to do after getting up.

Qin Yang pushed the door open and entered, saw him sitting in front of the small table writing and drawing in a low spirit, stepped forward to look at it for a while, and asked in doubt: "Brother Huan is painting?"

"Write a diary." Zhang Yonghuan didn't even raise his head, "Please do as you please."

Qin Yang looked at Zhang Yonghuan, who was holding a small charcoal stick and writing ghost symbols on the white paper, and said, "I've never seen this kind of character, but is it a foreign language?"

"Chinese square characters." Zhang Yonghuan pointed to the simplified characters written on the paper and said, "Did you see it? It's actually not much different from the characters in your book, but I interspersed them."

By the way, this different time and space exists in balance with ancient China, and the current situation is almost the same as that of the Song Dynasty in ancient China, except that the emperor's surname is not Zhao.

Qin Yang took a closer look and said, "There are some similarities...but it's still hard to understand."

Zhang Yonghuan curled his lips: "..." I wrote mine, but I didn't expect you to understand it.

He stopped writing, tilted his head and said, "Brother Qin came to look for a book?"

"Yeah." Qin Yang walked towards the small bookcase, "Relieve boredom."

Pulling out two thick ancient books from the small bookcase, Zhang Yonghuan glanced sharply and said in shock, "Yuanying... Qizong... martial arts secrets?"

"Cultivation books." Qin Yang said lightly.

Zhang Yonghuan looked him up and down, left and right: "You... are you a lay Taoist priest?"

Qin Yang calmly said: "The 360th generation of disciples of Yuanshi Tianzun's sect of Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain... yes."

Zhang Yonghuan's head twitched, "You...you...you are Yuanshi Tianzun's disciple?"Could it be that the person he saw in the white vortex in a trance when he traveled here was really Taibaijinxing?

"Exactly." Qin Yang said without changing his face: "I am just a mortal disciple of Tianzun's sect, and my cultivation is far inferior to those real cultivators in Yuxu Palace on Kunlun."

Zhang Yonghuan was dizzy: "Wait, wait, this is explosive news, I have to digest it."

Qin Yang smiled gently: "Brother Huan is slowly digesting, I'm going back to the house to practice the Tao."

With a wave of his sleeve robe, he left gracefully.

Zhang Yonghuan was playing autistic with his head tilted on the table.

He admits that subconsciously he is very reluctant to believe that these are all true?But Taibai Jinxing in the white vortex had a beating expression on his face, and the way he was taken to a different time and space with a smile on his brows and eyes.

Zhang Yonghuan is a little confused?Why did Taibai Jinxing send him to another world?The Qin Yang next to him is not the Jianghu swordsman he thought, but the Yuanshi Tianzun of Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain... I don't know how many hundreds of generations of disciples... Damn it, is this the Romance of the Gods?Or is it true that there are gods in this world?

6. Braised beef tendon with black beans...

At about five o'clock the next day, the sky and the earth were so dark that you couldn't stretch your fingers out, it was the darkness before dawn.

The oil lamp in the backyard of the Laifu restaurant was lit, and the big boss Qin Yang and Yuan Dapang got up at the same time with a tacit understanding, and began to prepare the food materials needed by the restaurant during the day.

Qin Yang first took out all the unpeeled onions and garlic from the kitchen, moved a small stool and sat by the well to peel the onions and garlic by the dim candlelight like beans.

Yuan Dapang took out a huge wooden basin from the kitchen and brought out half a bag of carefully ground high-quality flour from the kitchen.

Relying on the hand strength he had developed over the years to weigh things, Yuan Dapang poured out all the flour into the wooden basin and reconstituted it with cold water, then turned around and shook the well to fetch water.

At this time, the waiter Chen Xiaoxu also came out of the room sleepily with messy hair, and silently cooperated with Big Fatty to fetch water and wash noodles to make noodles, a staple food that restaurants need all year round.

In fact, the craft of making dough is not very troublesome. It is only a labor-intensive task of washing noodles. Use cold water and good dough to wash in water over and over again. If the dough is not washed clean, the rolled dough The dough will lose its chewy texture, and the steamed gluten is also unsatisfactory.

Therefore, when making this staple food, Qin Yang often supervises from the sidelines. He was born in Qishan, and he has been fascinated by the precise production method of Qishan's rolling dough since he was a child. Although Yuan Dapang and Chen Xiaoxu are also familiar with Qishan's rolling The method of making dough, but the frizzy temperament of the two of them made Qin Yang feel worried, lest the two of them would not wash the dough cleanly, and smash the signboard of the restaurant in the town.

"Xiao Xu, don't scratch and rub indiscriminately." Qin Yang, who was peeling the onions, glanced lightly and said.

Chen Xiaoxu snorted depressingly, got up and took another basin, poured the lightly kneaded dough until the clear water became thick, then poured in the dough, took out the dough and put the flour aside for later use, then poured a small half of clear water into the basin, poured the just After kneading the dough that has become smaller, put it in and continue to knead it... and wash it repeatedly for about a stick of incense, until the clear water in the basin is no longer thick surface water, and the water quality is only slightly muddy. Fatty Yuan Take out the gluten that has been washed into a small ball, put it in a clean basin for later use, and go to the kitchen to hold firewood to start a fire.

Chen Xiaoxu cleaned up the large earthen stove in the yard, fetched water to wash the large firewood pot, and poured two buckets of water from the well into the pot, and said to Qin Yang, "Boss Qin, do you want Boss Huan to wake up?"

Qin Yang put the peeled onion and garlic into the basin to wash, then pondered and said: "His physical strength has always been poor, and he can't help much even if he gets up."

Fatty Yuan poked the stove hole and said unwillingly: "Boss Qin, you are used to it. I said this small shop is opened by your partnership, right? You, a big boss who pays a lot, get up early and work in the dark every day. , Boss Huan..."

"Huh?" Qin Yang's face was gloomy, "You haven't buckled much this month, have you?"

The veins on Yuan Dapang's forehead popped a few times, he kept his mouth shut knowingly, and set the pot on fire.

Chen Xiaoxu returned to the kitchen in a more sensible way, moved out of the small round table, and took out the copper wire filter for filtering the precipitated flour, scooped the washed noodle water into the copper wire filter, filtered it into a clean basin and reversed it several times, and put the filtered broken gluten into the gluten filter. On the block, wait for the water in the pot to boil to steam the gluten...

After washing the onion and garlic, Qin Yang gave some instructions to the two people who were performing their duties. After looking at the pale sky, he went into the room and called Zhang Yonghuan.

When Zhang Yonghuan was woken up by Qin Yang, he put on his clothes and washed his face in a daze. When he stepped out of the room, the sun rose from the sky, and the brilliant rays of light covered the small courtyard.

Beside the big stove, Yuan Dapang and Chen Xiaoxu steamed the semi-soft dough dug from the steamer, quickly rolled it with an oiled rolling pin to make it slightly smaller, and applied sesame oil on each piece of dough that was the size of the steamer. Repeat this process Then, put them one by one into the cage drawer, and steam them on high heat.

Smelling the air exuding the strong scent of sesame oil and the fresh smell of flour, Zhang Yonghuan stretched his waist, walked unsteadily to the big stove, and asked, "Are you all sold out yesterday? How many copies are you making today?"

Chen Xiaoxu smiled and said: "Boss Huan, you got up. I made more than 200 sheets today, enough to sell for two days. Now the temperature is just right, and the dough won't be broken the next day."

Zhang Yonghuan supported his old waist that was limp from too much sleep. After looking around, he didn't find Qin Yang's figure. He asked doubtfully, "Where is Qin Yang? Are you going out?"

Fatty Yuan said in a gruff voice, "I went to the field to harvest corn sticks."

Zhang Yonghuan was stunned for a moment, then remembered that the corn corn he planted on the more than three acres of wasteland he had reclaimed behind the yard had not yet been confiscated. He smiled awkwardly and said, "I'll help collect it too."

Chen Xiaoxu was stunned, and hurriedly said: "The dew will be gone when the sun comes out. Boss Huan will have red rashes all over his body when he enters the ground and comes out later. You'd better not go."

Zhang Yonghuan: "..." The corn he planted was ripe but he couldn't harvest it himself. The itching is unbearable, Zhang Yonghuan has a deep understanding of these, but let Qin Yang collect it alone... He is very sorry!

After thinking about it, Zhang Yonghuan still took the pole and two baskets to the wasteland behind the house.

In the wasteland of more than three acres, about seventy-eight percent of the corn was planted, and there was a mix of sorghum, sesame, soybeans, and mung beans, and the remaining one-acre was all vegetables, fruits and vegetables.

Standing on the ground, Zhang Yonghuan yelled towards the gloomy corn field with a dog's tail grass in his mouth: "Brother Qin, where did you receive it?"

Qin Yang, who was digging in the sweltering cornfield, looked extremely unwell, with a few light red marks on his cheeks from the corn leaves, he was shocked, and pushed a basket of corn cobs towards him. , Shen Sheng said: "Don't come in, there is only a little left, let Big Fatty and Xiao Xu come in and collect together later."

Zhang Yonghuan: "..." That's so embarrassing.

When the words fell, the waiter and the chef who steamed and rolled the noodles and handed over the restaurant to Lao Suntou first came with baskets and sickles.

Fatty Yuan rolled up his sleeves, put the sickle in front of Zhang Yonghuan and said, "It's our job to break the corn, you are responsible for cutting the soybeans."

Zhang Yonghuan: "Do you have gloves?"

Chen Xiaoxu: "What gloves?"

Zhang Yonghuan frowned bitterly, a group of beasts ran wildly past in front of him, next door to Mary, he had to cut soybeans without gloves and his hands were all worn out.

Fatty Yuan glanced at the soybeans and said, "It's just that little thing. Boss Huan, didn't you like to deal with food, so you opened up this three-acre wasteland to grow it?"

Zhang Yonghuan was extremely depressed and miserable. He felt that Zhang Yonghuan in the past must be the one who was so idle and had nothing to do every day. He just cultivated the wasteland and ordered vegetables.