After dressing as a widow

After leaving the medical center, I went to Maji Grain and Oil Shop to buy a few catties of wheat flour, and then went home.

As soon as Lin Zhen entered the backyard, he saw Gu Shuanzi writing something on the ground with his fingers dipped in water. He walked over quietly and saw that it was a thousand-character text.

Although I still can't see any style of writing, it can be regarded as barely neat, which is not bad for Gu Shuanzi, who has just been exposed to books for a few months.

He said, "Why don't you write it on paper?"

Gu Shuanzi looked up at him: "You can just write on the ground." Pens, ink, paper and inkstones are very expensive. Gu Shuanzi was at the stall all day today, seeing Lin Zhen's full of energy from the beginning to his hoarse voice, knowing that making money is not easy , He is penniless now, what he eats is Lin Zhen, what he drinks is Lin Zhen, what he uses is Lin Zhen, he can't just lie on Lin Zhen and ask for this or that.

Lin Zhen didn't know the twists and turns in this little boy's heart, and said: "Writing on the ground with water like you and writing on paper are different after all, but it's okay to be familiar with the structure of characters first, and wait until you go to the school, Mr. will teach you."

"Come in and eat noodles after practicing. I bought flour." After a while, the sun finally softened. Lin Zhen took off his straw hat and put it aside, and carried the flour into the kitchen.

Lin Xiaoyao had already heated up the stove, and the water was boiling in the pot. She saw him come in and take the flour in her hand: "Brother, how is it? What did the doctor in the hospital say, is your throat okay?"

"It's okay, just drink a dose of medicine." Good guy, Lin Zhen felt that speaking was not so difficult when he went there just now, and now he can only make a little sound.

Seeing Lin Xiaoyao's apparent disbelief, he spread his hands and gave him the medicine bag in his hand: "I'll knead the dough, you go get a clay stove for cooking soup and add some firewood to boil the medicine for me."

Lin Xiaoyao was so anxious to see him talking, she got up without saying a word and went to the small cart to get the clay stove.

Lin Zhen poured the flour into the basin, mixed a little hot water and started kneading the noodles.

He is a southerner, and his staple food is rice, but because he loves to eat, he thinks about everything. He kneads the dough until it is smooth and shiny, and then covers it with a cloth towel to ferment.

It was the first time to make noodles, and there was no leftover old dough from before, so the fermentation was slower, but this time was just right, and he could spare his hands to make toppings for the cold noodles.

There are still a lot of vegetables at home, as well as soaked mushrooms, fungus, and dried bamboo shoots. However, due to the season, there are not many radishes left, and the ones used now are collected and stored in the cellar years ago.

But radish is different from dried fungus and bamboo shoots. If it is stored for a long time, it will lose water, and the inside will become like cotton, so it cannot be used at all.

So Lin Zhen thought, when this year's radishes are harvested, pickle some sour radishes and put them aside, making Malatang should have a special taste, it's sour and refreshing.

But this is something to do at the end of the year, it's still early.

Grab a lot of fungus and dried bamboo shoots, cut the fungus into cubes, shred the fungus and dried bamboo shoots, add a little sesame oil and stir-fry until fragrant, put them in a pot for later use.

In another pot, burn the sesame oil, add the finer dogwood powder that I made, seasoning, add a little water, and pour the hot sesame oil directly into it.

"Crack——" The aroma of hot sesame oil is tangy, and the pungent smell of dogwood is instantly aroused.

Lin Xiaoyao, who was making medicine for him outside, is now also a very fond of delicious food, and when she smelled it, she ran in and said, "It smells so good."

"Boil some cornel oil and eat it with noodles later." Lin Zhen likes spicy food, and this is also indispensable for making clear cold noodles. He looked at the burning fan in Lin Xiaoyao's hand and thought for a while and asked, " Where's the pillar, didn't I see it when I came in just now?"

Just now when he came in Gu Shuanzi was writing on the ground, Lin Shitou was jumping up and down energetically in the yard, but Lin Zhuzi was missing.

The fan in Lin Xiaoyao's hand paused: "Just now I came to ask if I could help, but I said no, so I went back to the room and never came out."

These nephews can be regarded as brought up by Lin Xiaoyao, and he likes them in his heart. Lin Zhuzi's appearance today makes him a little uncomfortable.

But I don't know what to do.

Lin Zhen put the hot dogwood aside: "That kid has a delicate mind. If he asks you if you want to help in the future, you can find something to do for him."

"Okay." Lin Zhen is Lin Xiaoyao's backbone, and he finally let go of Lin Xiaoyao's mind when he said this.

The medicine outside has just been boiled, there is a lot of water, and there is no need to keep an eye on it frequently, so Lin Xiaoyao walked to the chopping board and poked the dough covered with cloth: "Brother, let me cut the noodles for you."

Lin Zhen waved his hand: "No, I'll make ramen."

"Ramen?" Lin Xiaoyao showed curiosity.

Lin Zhen looked at him: "We all eat noodles here are sliced ​​noodles?"

"That's right, everyone eats sliced ​​noodles. How can you eat noodles if you don't cut them? It's such a big ball."

No, no, brother, you can still pull it.

Lin Zhen remembered that he had been here for so long, and the sorghum noodles the Lin family occasionally made were all noodles cut with a kitchen knife, and there was no pulled noodles.

He didn't care about it before, and he just took it for granted from his own point of view that the Lin family was afraid of trouble, but he didn't know it was not at all.

Lin Zhen suddenly felt that the business of cold noodles could still be done, as long as he made a little difference, he could quickly expand the audience of cold noodles with the help of Malatang customers.

He walked over to remove the cloth towel from the dough, sprinkled some flour on the panel to prevent the dough from sticking together, and then stretched out a ball of dough under Lin Xiaoyao's acrobatic gaze, stretching from the wrist to the Like a thumb, then thinner and thinner, and finally only as thick as a grass stem.

Lin Zhen sprinkled some flour on the noodles, and with a flick of his wrist, he put the noodles with distinct roots on the panel: "This is ramen noodles. Because the thickness is about the same, it won't be raw or cooked when cooked, and it's more delicious. It can smell like seasoning.”

Lin Xiaoyao's eyes were wide open, even if he just looked at it, he felt that this noodle would be delicious: "Third brother, let's sell this noodle, many people will like it."

"That's what I thought just now, I might as well make it for you to taste today," Lin Zhen said to him, "Go and ask the children to come in, this noodle is easy to cook, and you can eat it when it comes."

"Okay." Lin Xiaoyao walked out quickly with her fan.

Lin Zhen watched the water boil by the stove, put the freshly stretched noodles in, waited for the noodles to roll with the boiling water for a while, scooped them up and put them in cold water, then poured them into the draining dustpan, added a little sesame oil Go in to prevent sticking.

Soon, Lin Xiaoyao came with Gu Shuanzi and Lin Zhuzi Lin Shitou. Everyone boiled some spicy hot pot at the stall at noon and ate it for lunch. They were a little hungry, and the smell filled their mouths Started drooling.

Lin Zhen first picked up a bowl of noodles for Lin Xiaoyao, and pointed to the fried fungus, dried fungus, bamboo shoots and chopped scallions in the pot over there: "There are things over there, put them by yourself, and the cornel oil in the bowl Put a little if you can eat it, and don’t use it if you’re afraid of spicy food.”

"Okay brother." Lin Xiaoyao happily took the bowl, and went to the table to take a look, only to see that the fungus and dried bamboo shoots in the bowl were fried very vegetarian. After trying one, she found that the seasoning was very little, and the taste was not good. Very light, chewing can eat the most original taste of these three mountain products.

He took a spoonful, then added chopped green onion, vinegar, and soy sauce.

The weather is hot recently, so he didn't add cornel oil, and the thin beige noodles fell apart after a little mixing, and each one was covered with juice.

"Chiliu—" A piece of noodles with chopsticks was sucked into the mouth, it was not at all the same as the previous noodles, it was very flavorful and fragrant.

"Hmm, it's super delicious!" Lin Xiaoyao was the first to eat it, not to mention the look on her face, if it wasn't for Lin Zhen holding a bowl of noodles for a few small sandwiches, she would have rushed up to hug Lin Zhen stand up.

Lin Shitou, who had already brought the noodles, was infected by him, and looked at the things on the table with his mouth open. Lin Xiaoyao quickly taught him how to put it away, and then asked him if he wanted cornel oil.

I just ate Malatang at noon today, and I still can't get enough of the spicy taste of cornel, Lin Shitou nodded vigorously: "Yes."

Then Lin Xiaoyao added a spoonful of cornel oil to him, and after mixing it well, his face turned as red as Lin Xiaoyao's, and his ears turned red after one bite, eating like a calf.

Lin Zhen, who made noodles for them, waited until they were all mixed before making his own. He had more cornel oil than anyone else, and the noodles were all stained red.

Lin Xiaoyao, who was preparing to eat the second bowl, looked at his face and her mouth hurt.

Lin Xiaoyao suddenly remembered, "Brother, can your throat eat such spicy noodles?"

"..." Lin Zhen looked at him with slightly round eyes, and forgot the few words in the few words that the apprentices in the medical center told him last today, eat less spicy food, "Yes, yes."

He took a small stool and sat next to the tandoor where the medicine was being boiled, and looked at the bubbling pot of medicine while eating more addictively, um, it was delicious.

After eating the cold noodles, Lin Zhen and Lin Xiaoyao led Gu Shuanzi and the others to make soaked dried bamboo shoots, dried fungus and dried mushrooms into pieces of about the same size, and then threaded them into skewers.

Then there is fresh pork and chicken bought yesterday and hung in the well, cut into thin slices and then marinated for two hours according to Lin Zhen’s secret recipe. Burn off the pig hairs, wash and cook until the meat is almost rotten, then take it out and soak it in a pot with Malatang soup base.

Finally, the processed pork and chicken are threaded into skewers, tender cabbage leaves and melon slices are threaded into skewers.

After it was done, it was getting late, and the people next to it almost all fell asleep.

Lin Zhen rubbed his waist, and hurriedly said to Gu Shuanzi and the others: "Hurry up and wash your feet and go to bed, wake up early tomorrow, don't hurt your energy."

Originally, Sister-in-Law and Sister-in-law Lin were going to do the skewering, but Liyu Village was too far away from the town, so it was better to buy fresh pork and chicken in the town, so Lin Zhen made it herself.

As soon as Gu Shuanzi and the others heard the words, they poured water to wash their feet. Lin Zhen drank a bowl of medicine before going to bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep.