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

90. Steamed Mantou and Braised Pot

Xiao Huang came home at exactly the right time, and the moment he walked into the kitchen, all the sand in the hourglass fell.He looked at Ji Pingan expectantly: "Is the steamed bun cooked?"

Although I have a lot of questions I want to ask Xiao Huang, but at the moment, getting the steamed buns out of the pan is the most important thing.Ji Pingan lifted the lid of the steamer, and the steam suddenly overflowed from the steamer and went straight to the roof. The inside and outside of the kitchen were surrounded by clouds and fog, and the strong smell of shredded radish steamed buns hit the face.

In the steaming mist, a steamer of white and fat steamed buns came into view.The steamed buns were no longer as slender as they were when they first entered the pot. They expanded and became more rounded, and each one was a circle bigger than Ji Ping'an's fist.

The space reserved for them before was filled with soft dough, and the faces of some steamed buns that were close together were pasted together.The steamer is crowded and crowded, and one can tell at a glance that this is a very successful steamed bun.

He Lang stretched out his head and gave a thumbs up: "Good! This steamed bun is well steamed!"

Some people's steamed buns are white and fat when they are first boiled, but they shrink quickly when they come into contact with air.There are also doughs that have not been kneaded well, and the steamed buns made are like dead dough.There are also those with too much alkaline water, the skin turns yellow, and the steaming time is not enough, and the stuffing is not yet cooked...

In the minds of people in Qingshuiwan, whether the steamed buns are steamed or not is related to the prosperity of the next year.When steaming steamed buns every year, everyone seems to be in a competition, hoping that their own steamed buns are better than others.

Although Ji Pingan thinks this is nonsense, he is still very happy to see that his family has made such beautiful steamed buns: "Yes! This year's dough kneaded well!"

Xiaobai laughed when he heard that, Ping An was giving him a high hat.

Ji Pingan held both sides of the steamer and raised his voice: "The steamed buns are out of the pot——ready to eat the steamed buns!"

Before eating the steamed buns, there is one more thing to do, and that is to put a red dot on each steamed bun.Red symbolizes joy and auspiciousness, and a little red on the white steamed buns indicates that the days will be prosperous.

Ji Ping'an had already melted the red koji used to light the red koji with warm water. He dipped the end of his chopsticks in the red koji bowl, and quickly left a small round red dot on the top of the steamed bun.

After waiting around for a while, there were only three steamed buns in the steamer without red dots on them.He put the three steamed buns in a bowl and put them on the place where the incense candles were placed above the stove: "The steamed buns that worship God cannot be lit red."

Xiao Huang laughed and said, "Ping An has started again."

From the twelfth lunar month to the present, he saw that Ji Pingan was very busy offering sacrifices to stoves and ancestors.Every time he sees these unimaginable customs and rituals, Xiao Huang feels: Human beings are not very capable, but there are many rituals and rules.

But as long as Ji Ping'an is happy, Xiaobai and Xiaohuang will go with him.

After Ji Pingan put the steamed buns away, the remaining people stretched out their hands to the steamer.The outer skin of the hot steamed buns is soft and firm, and you can see the rich fillings inside when you bite into it.

Ji Pingan is willing to put ingredients in the food, and after biting off the skin, he can see shredded radish and minced meat rolled together.At this time, if the steamed bun is tilted, the delicious gravy will flow out from the opening.

The shredded radish that has been dried has long lost its pungentness, leaving only the mellow aroma of dried vegetables. They neutralize the fatness of the meat very well, making the steamed buns richer in taste.

People in Qingshuiwan add a little more salt to the stuffing in order to keep the steamed buns longer.Ji Pingan didn't do that, his seasoning was just right, neither salty nor bland.

Ji's steamed buns are really good, one can weigh two or three, and the steamed buns with thin skin and big stuffing are delicious and satisfying to eat.Whether it is a staple food or a snack, it is perfect.

He Lang was full of praise: "Pingan's shredded radish steamed buns are so fresh!"

Ji Pingan smiled and said, "Take some more back later."

Xiao Huang hummed: "Not too much, I don't have enough to eat!"

What He Lang could say, he could only laugh along with him: "Okay, I'll take less."

It's fine if Xiao Huang doesn't speak, but as soon as he speaks, Ji Pingan thinks about the business.He went to the yard with the steamed bun in his mouth and walked around the green cow. The more he circled, the more frightened he became: he was about to die, whose cow is this?

He was gnawing on the steamed buns melancholy and thinking, if the sufferer came to him, would his family have enough money to compensate him?

As soon as He Lang went out, he was startled: "Oh my mother! What a big green bull!"

After walking around the green bull several times, He Lang asked: "Is this the bison from the Qingshui Lake? As expected, it is Xiao Huang. No matter how many hunters tried to hunt it down, they failed. I didn't expect you to catch it!"

He Lang was so excited that he patted Ji Ping'an on the shoulder: "Ping'an, you are well-developed! Do you know how much money this cow can sell for?! The rich families in Fu'an City pay 200 taels to buy it, and how many hunters are squatting in Qingshui Lake Nobody caught it."

Ji Pingan didn't care how much it was worth, he only cared whether the cow had an owner.Hearing that Qingniu was a bison, he pricked up his ears in disbelief: "Bison?!"

Xiao Huang hummed: "It's the New Year's Eve, how can there be no meat in Ping'an's house. He has become so thin, so eat more meat to make up for it."

Ji Pingan was both grateful and helpless: "Thank you, Xiao Huang, it's just... such a big cow, how can we finish it?"

And so much meat, where can he put it?

Xiao Huang affirmed: "We can finish eating!"

Xiaobai said warmly to Ji Pingan: "Don't worry, didn't Wolf Thirteen give you a storage bag last time? The beef can be put in the storage bag, and you can just take it out when you need it."

Ji Pingan was a little distressed: "I'm actually not very good at cooking beef..."

Farm cattle in the mountains are an important labor force, and their status is equal to that of family members.Even if the cattle are old, people in the mountains will only sell the cattle to dealers who specialize in buying cattle.

He only ate the braised beef made by his grandma when he was very young, and he has never had the opportunity to touch beef since then.Now that there is such a big cow in the house, he is a little distressed.If the beef he cooked was not tasty, wouldn't it be a waste of Xiao Huang's efforts?

Xiao Huang encouraged: "Everything Ping An eats is delicious, you can just do it with confidence!"

In the following time, Ji Ping'an and Xiao Bai were busy making steamed buns.The two looked up at the yard from time to time, where Xiao Huang was instructing He Lang to peel the cowhide, and the two cooperated very harmoniously.

This reminded Ji Ping'an of the first time Xiao Huang brought the wild boar back.That time it was He Lang and Xiao Bai who cooperated, and poor Xiao Bai almost lost his temper after being tormented by He Lang.But now it's different, He Lang lost his temper after being tormented by Xiao Huang.

Ji Pingan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Langzi has met his opponent."

Xiaobai sighed: "It's good."

This is called one thing subsiding one thing. He thought that when he saw He Lang for the first time, He Lang said he was ugly.If He Lang dared to say this to Xiao Huang now, Xiao Huang would make him regret living in this world.

As Xiaobai became proficient in his technique, he made steamed buns faster and faster, and a large pot of shredded radish stuffing was quickly finished.When Ji Pingan brought out the stuffed vegetables and meat, Xiaobai had already figured out the way: "One catty of dough can make about ten steamed buns."

Fermented noodles are different from dry flour. Half a catty of water needs to be added to a catty of dry flour.Ji Ping'an prepared ten catties of dry flour, and the dough he sent out was fifteen catties.

A steamed bun can be wrapped with nearly one or two more fillings, and more than 150 steamed buns can be made without accidents with fifteen catties of dough.Of course, there must not be so much left in the end. After all, every time a pot is steamed, everyone will eat a few while it is hot.

The steamer in Ji Ping'an's house is big, with two steamers and one steamer, as long as the steamers are steamed three times in turn, the steamed buns are almost done.The red steamed buns are neatly placed in the bamboo sieve, and can be put away only after they have cooled down.

In less than half an hour, all the steamed buns were ready, and as Ji Ping'an expected, they still had some fillings left.

Originally, Ji Pingan was going to knead some glutinous rice flour to make these fillings into vegetable dumplings, but he changed his mind when he saw the chicken head and duck feet brought by He Lang.

It took a lot of time to clean up these leftovers, and Ji Pingan had to hurry up and clean up these things while there was firewood in the stove.

Chicken feet and duck feet are easy to handle, as long as they are slightly scalded with boiling water, the outer layer of dura can be torn off.After tearing off the waxy film, check whether the soles of the feet are dirty, and if so, just use a knife to remove the dirt.After the sharp nails are clipped at the end, the claws can be cleaned.

Chicken and duck necks are also easy to handle, as long as the outer layer of skin and the inner tracheoesophagus are torn off, what is left is the bare neck meat.

The most difficult thing to deal with is the chicken head, duck head and goose head mixed in. Not to mention that He Lang left a lot of hairs and didn't clean it up, the mouth, nose, cavity and ears of the chicken and duck had to be cleaned carefully.

Fortunately, with Xiaobai's help, the two of them cleared out a large basket of leftovers in a short while.After the leftovers are blanched to remove the fishy smell, the stewed pot can start cooking.

Xiaobai felt that the previous process of Ji Pingan's lo-mei pot was very similar to his process of making straw-stuffed meat. He saw that he fried the sugar color, and after a while, the chicken heads and duck feet in the pot turned a beautiful brown-red.

After adding rice wine and water submerged in all the ingredients into the pot, Ji Pingan covered the pot and began to prepare the soul spices for the stewed pot.

He opened the cupboard and took out the drawers where the seasonings were stored, and then put the spices in the bowl pick and choose, such as Angelica dahurica, cloves, cardamom, Chinese prickly ash... the sum of all the bits and pieces that Xiaobai knew and didn't know was enough. There are more than a dozen kinds of spices, and a small bowl of spices is piled up in a short while.

Xiaobai sighed, "Ping An is amazing."

Ji Pingan raised his head in surprise: "Huh?"

There are two little Ji Pingan reflected in Xiaobai's blue eyes: "It's amazing to know so many spices and use them so skillfully."

Ji Pingan replied embarrassingly: "Actually, I just put a little of the spices I have at home, which is not as good as you said. I will tell you secretly, the taste of my stewed pot is different every year."

Ji Pingan muttered: "I want to change the taste this year. You like spicy food. You should like my spicy version."

The afternoon sun shone warmly through the window on Ji Pingan who was holding a spice bowl, and Xiao Bai felt that Ping An's whole body was glowing.The corners of his eyes and brows were so gentle, as gentle as if they were about to melt into the sun.

Xiaobai looked deeply at Ji Ping'an, at this moment he wanted to kiss this person who was like the warm sun in winter.Thinking of this, he quickly got up and walked to Ji Pingan.Before Ping An could react, Xiao Bai had already hugged him and kissed him.

Ji Pingan's eyes widened in shock:! ! !

It's sunny, He Lang and Xiao Bai are still watching from outside the yard!It's not good to be seen by them...

Xiao Bai's breath enveloped Ping An gently, and his legs were a little soft in the clinging lips and tongue.

There are Xiao Huang and the others outside the house, Xiao Bai dare not go too far.After a deep kiss, he let go of Ping An and whispered in his ear: "Continue tonight."

Ji Ping angrily raised his head to look at Xiao Bai, his ears became redder even more.Seriously, Xiaobai, how can such a thing be said in the kitchen? !

At this time, Xiao Huang's voice came from outside the door: "Do you want the offal of Ping'an cattle?!"

How can you not want the offal of the cow!Xiaobai hurried out: "Leave me to deal with it."

Ji Pingan touched his hot face, and he found that he could no longer refuse any request from Xiao Bai.

The author has something to say:

I wish I could meet again at the flower market, woo woo woo.Can you understand the feeling of an author at the moment of wild outbreak? !

I really want Xiaobai to bully Ping An and cry!

But Jinjiang won't let it go!Beat the table!