The peace of the Three Realms depends on me [Food]

88. Steamed Mantou and Lo-Mei Pot

After eating some fried bugs at night, Ji Pingan slept for half an hour longer than usual the next morning.The next day when he was still asleep, He Lang's voice sounded outside the courtyard: "Safe! Safe! You haven't gotten up yet!"

Ji Pingan lifted the quilt to cover his face, he had a beautiful dream and didn't want to wake up at all.However, He Lang's voice was extremely penetrating, and he directly pulled Ji Pingan out of his dream: "Ping An! Get up and eat sugar buns!"

After Ji Pingan snorted twice, he got out of the bed with his hair exploded. Seeing his head exposed, Xiao Bai smiled: "Do you want to sleep a little longer?"

Ji Pingan yawned: "No, it's time to get up..."

He Lang howled persistently in the courtyard: "Peace! Are you awake?!"

Ji Pingan stood up, yawned, walked to the window and opened the curtains.He Lang held a big bamboo basket and showed it to Ji Pingan: "My mother made sugar buns, get up and eat!"

Aunt He is good at making sugar buns, which are thin-skinned and filled with delicious and sweet fillings.Every year, she asks He Lang to send some to Ji Ping'an. This year, knowing that Ji Ping'an's family has more people, the old man specially made some more.

The sugar buns in the basket have two fillings, one is bean paste filling and the other is sesame peanut filling.In order to distinguish between the two kinds of stuffing, bean paste stuffing is made into a willow leaf shape, one side is big and the other side is small, and there are beautiful folds on it.The sesame peanut stuffing is made into a hemisphere, with no folds on it, and a red dot on the top.

People in Qingshuiwan like to use glutinous rice flour to make various cakes. When the Chinese New Year comes, it is the time for housewives to show off their skills.Aunt He is no exception, and the dumpling she made is also delicious.

In addition to the sugared steamed buns, there are many red glutinous rice dumplings in the bamboo basket. Through the thin part of the dumplings, you can vaguely see the blue or red stuffing.The cyan stuffing is usually salty vegetable dumpling, while the red stuffing is bean paste stuffing.

Ji Pingan and the others had sugar steamed buns for breakfast. He took more than a dozen sugar buns and put them on the steaming rack, sighing: "Your house is so fast, my family is only preparing to make steamed buns today. Here, look, the stuffing was made yesterday." It's done."

He Lang opened the cupboard of Ji Ping'an's house and looked around: "Good guy, green vegetables and shredded radish? It looks delicious at first glance, so much meat!"

Ji Pingan smiled and raised his flames: "If you are not busy today, you can help make steamed buns here, and take some steamed buns with you when you go back. By the way, my family fried meatballs yesterday, and take them with you when the time comes."

He Lang closed the cupboard door: "Okay! Nothing you cook is bad." He looked left and right: "By the way, where is Xiao Huang?"

He Lang cared more about Xiao Huang than he cared about Ji Pingan, and Ji Pingan smiled: "In the west room, I guess I haven't woken up yet."

He Lang went out happily: "I'll go play with him."

After a while, He Lang's exclamation came from the room: "Fuck! Who is this! Who is this!"

When He Lang returned to the kitchen, his face turned pale: "Safe and safe! There is a little girl in the west room! She is going to die! Where did you abduct the little girl from!"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Huang appeared behind He Lang, and he raised his foot and kicked He Lang's knee.He Lang knelt down with a thud, turned his head to look, and saw Xiao Huang with picturesque eyebrows sneering: "Who do you say is a little girl?!"

He Lang huddled on the stool for two full cups of tea before accepting that his cute and round little Huang became a young man in Yushu Linfeng. He comforted himself: "It's okay, it doesn't matter, whether it's a bird or a human, no matter what it becomes, He's all little yellow."

Xiao Huang squinted at the nagging He Lang, if it wasn't for the delicious sugar buns he sent, he would have kicked him a few more times.

After breakfast, Ji Pingan started kneading the dough to make steamed buns.

There are a lot of steamed buns to be made this year, and the meat filling alone weighs more than a dozen catties, not to mention the weight after adding shredded radish and green vegetables.The two big pots are filled with heavy fillings, which look very spectacular.

Of course, there must be enough flour to match so many fillings. Ji Pingan prepared more than ten catties of flour for this purpose.

It was his first time making so many steamed buns, so he couldn't help but be unsure about the ratio of flour to stuffing.According to the experience of previous years, one dose is matched with two fillings, and it stands to reason that there will be more fillings.

Of course, the extra stuffing won’t be wasted. It’s good to knead some glutinous rice to make dumplings, roll out the dough to make wontons, or even knead it directly into pancakes and steam it in a pan.

The most important thing in making steamed buns is to leaven the dough. Ji Pingan poured ten catties of flour into the largest wooden basin in their house, and looking at half of the basin of flour, Ji Pingan sighed, "A lot of flour!"

He Lang stretched out his head to look: "Yes, there is so much flour, I'm afraid it won't be finished in two hours."

What He Lang said refers to the simple act of making buns, not including the time for kneading and raising the dough.If you wait, you will have to wait at least half a day, He Lang scratched his cheek: "Ping An, I'll go back and clean up first, and I'll help when your side is ready."

Ji Pingan responded, "Okay."

As soon as He Lang reached the door of the kitchen, he stopped. He turned his head and asked, "By the way, Ping An, my family has accumulated a lot of heads and feet during this time. Do you want it?"

He Lang is a hunter and has hunted a lot of prey during this time.He likes to eat meat with big mouthfuls, and when he sees chicken heads, duck feet, goose necks, he has no patience to chew on them.It just so happens that Ji Pingan likes these things, so he will collect them, and when he has accumulated a batch, he will bring them to Ji Pingan.

However, it can only be saved when the weather is cold. When the temperature is high, the chicken head and duck feet are easily damaged.

Ji Pingan was happy: "Yes! Those are all good things." It is especially good to marinate them to make small snacks. Ji Pingan himself even saved chicken heads and duck feet to make stewed pot.

Seeing He Lang's back disappearing down the path, Xiao Huang couldn't hold back: "What head and feet?"

Ji Pingan explained: "It should be the necks and feet of chickens, ducks and geese, and sometimes wild boar hooves or deer feet."

Xiao Huang: ...

It really means literally.

Xiaobai rolled up his sleeves: "Ping'an, is it time to knead the dough?" He had seen Ji Ping'an roll out the noodles, and after pouring the flour into the basin, it was time to add water and knead the dough.

Ji Pingan has other plans: "No hurry, let me put some things first."

As he spoke, he took out an oiled paper bag from a drawer under the cupboard. After opening the oiled paper bag, there were some yellowish things with uneven thickness, which looked like agglomerated flour.

Xiao Huang leaned over and sniffed: "What is this? Spoiled flour?" It smelled sour.

Ji Pingan explained: "This is the yeast, which is formed after the old dough left over from the previous dough was dried in the shade."

Xiao Huang and Xiao Bai looked at each other: "Is this... useful?"

Ji Pingan said: "Add the water from the yeast into the flour and knead it evenly, and then put the kneaded dough in a warm place, the dough will ferment and become larger, and the steamed buns will be soft. The steamed buns you ate just now Are there many holes? That is fermented with yeast."

Xiaobai has seen it for a long time: "It turned out to be like this."

This made him once again lament the wisdom of human beings. They even used old dough balls for a bite to eat.

Ji Pingan shook the yeast in the oil paper bag into a large bowl, and then poured a spoonful of warm water into the bowl.The yellowish ferment quickly softened, and the clear water turned milky yellow.

After soaking for a while, he strained the water from the bowl and added it to the flour.There were two spoonfuls of white sugar that went down with the yeast water. After stirring the sugar and yeast water a little, he asked Xiaobai to slowly pour warm water into the basin.

As warm water was slowly poured into the basin, Ji Pingan quickly stirred the flour in one direction.The loose flour is condensed into a ball under the moisture of water, and then becomes a loose flour floc under rapid stirring.

After most of the flour in the basin turned into fluff, Ji Pingan asked Xiaobai to stop pouring water.

He took a deep breath: "Huh! Start working!"

Xiaobai looked at Ji Ping'an distressedly: "Why don't I come?"

Ji Pingan smiled and waved his hands: "Let me do it, you haven't kneaded dough before, so you don't know what kind of kneading is suitable."

The quality of the dough is related to whether the steamed buns are tasty or not, and it is up to the person who kneads the dough to knead the dough with moderate hardness.This is also the reason why every household steams steamed buns, but each family has a different taste.

Even if Xiaobai wants to help, he has the strength but not the experience.Ten catties of noodles can only be kneaded by Ji Ping'an for the first time.

While kneading the dough, Ji Pingan instructed Xiaobai to add water to the basin.With the tacit cooperation of the two, a huge smooth and white dough finally appeared in the basin.

Ji Ping'an's hands became sore from rubbing, and a little sweat broke out on his forehead.He covered the dough with a layer of gauze and then covered it with a padded jacket: "Xiao Bai, can you pick up the basin?"

Without further ado, Xiaobai picked up the tub: "Okay."

The two came to the bedroom, Ji Pingan lifted the quilt and spread a layer of gauze on the bed sheet: "Xiao Bai, put the basin on the gauze."

Xiaobai was a little puzzled after setting up the wooden basin: "Ping An, is there any point in putting the dough on the bed?"

Could it be some kind of mysterious ceremony of the people of Qingshuiwan?Since arriving at Ji Ping'an's house, Xiaobai has seen many weird customs and rituals.

But this time it's not a ceremony!Ji Pingan smiled and said, "I found that the yeast ferments well in a warm place."

The warm environment helps the dough ferment. In the past, Ji Pingan would put the wooden basin on the stove.This method has certain risks, and it will turn into baked dough if you are not careful.

Later, he thought of a better idea, that is to put the basin on the bed, and put a few Tang Pozi next to it, so that the fermented noodles will be quick and good.

Only now did Xiaobai understand what the three copper pots of different sizes in the kitchen were for.Filling a copper kettle with hot water and wrapping it in a cloth will allow the water in the copper kettle to emit a steady stream of heat before it cools.

Ji Pingan placed three water-filled Tang Pozi around the wooden basin, and then covered the wooden basin with a quilt: "It will probably be ready in an hour!"

Xiao Huang hummed: "Why didn't you put it on my bed? My bed is also very big..."

Ji Ping'an touched Xiao Huang's head deeply: "Can you still see people in that room?"

The room on the west side has been overwhelmed by the little Huang and can't see its original appearance. Now when you walk in, you will see melon seed shells all over the floor.Xiao Huang has no habit of making beds and folding quilts. Whenever he goes to the west, the quilts on the bed will be crumpled up.

Ji Pingan felt that the west room was even more messy than a chicken coop!

Xiao Huang's eyes wandered, and he smiled embarrassingly: "Hey...hehe..."

Ji Pingan sighed: "Forget it, I'll do it."

I don't know how Xiao Huang lived before, such a cute little yellow chicken, but so careless about personal hygiene.

The author has something to say:

I feel that there are several places in the motherland where people seem to have racial talent, and any one picked out is a master of pasta.

Steaming steamed buns, making dumplings, rolling noodles, and making all kinds of pastries, it feels like their hands have been kissed by an angel, so dexterous!

I am so envious of people who can make good pasta. The old cat will overturn as long as he makes pasta.God knows how much I want to eat that kind of steamed buns!

Inside the soft dough is a small ball of stuffing the size of a thumb, and the soup inside soaks through the dough... Sucks...

Woohoo, we used to have here, the little steamed buns are so cute, five yuan a basket is delicious and filling.

Later, the uncle who sold the steamed buns returned to his hometown, and I have never eaten such delicious steamed buns again.