"How is it packed?"

Ye Linlang thought that Jiameng Town was also a historical town during the Three Kingdoms period, and using Zhang Fei or Zhuge Liang as the protagonist to write a folk legend would give a mysterious color to the sorghum wine in Jiameng Town.

Ye Linlang's apricot eyes exuded dazzling light.

In Ye Yunkai's heart, there was a faint feeling of indescribable and unclear feelings.

She was like her own daughter.

It's not like her own daughter.

"Linlang, go and help me cut the leeks and come back!" Ye Yin stood at the door of the stove room and greeted Ye Linlang.

Ye Linlang responded: "Go immediately." ”

She picked up an old hammer knife and carried a small basket on her back to the vegetable garden in her own land.

The growth of leeks in clumps is gratifying.

Ye Linlang squatted down and cut the small half of the back basket, pinched a handful of shallots, and was about to go back, when he saw a bush of wild fennel, and picked up a handful of tender leaves.

Back in the Ye family's courtyard, Ye Yunkai had already gone out to work on the affairs of the cooperative.

Ye Linlang sat in the stove room picking leeks.

Ye Yin asked, "Linlang, this fennel is very fried, do you want to eat fried gnocchi?"

In the north, fennel is generally chopped and dumplings.

In the town of Jiameng, the fennel leaves are washed, wrapped in batter, and glued into fennel gnocchi.

The same recipe can also be used to fry tender mulberry leaves, perilla leaves, eggplant strips, pumpkin slices, sweet potatoes and the like.

But because of the waste oil from frying, except for people and visitors, no one is really willing to do this.

"Mom, I'll get some fennel stuffed dumplings later. ”

"Dumplings?" Ye Yin asked, "Will you wrap them?"

"Yes. ”

Ye Yin went to mix the dough, wake up the dough, and knead the dough.

Chen Xuelan peeled some peanuts, dried them in Xiaowen, and pounded them into peanuts in a stone nest.

What Ye Yin wants to do is according to the local dialect of Jiameng Town, which is called gnocchi.

The written language should be a copy of the hand or a ravioli.

The thin triangular dough is filled with an adjusted leek meat filling, which is salty and fresh.

The aroma of peanuts becomes an aftertaste lingering on the lips and teeth.

Ye Linlang used a part of the meat filling and fennel to make a fennel filling.

There was no small rolling pin at home, and the large one she didn't use easily at first.

Slowly, I found the trick, and rolled out round dough of the same size one by one.

Ye Yin and Chen Xuelan were dumbfounded.

"Linlang, when did you learn this?"

Ye Linlang rolled out the dough and wrapped the dumplings.

One by one, the chubby dumplings are neatly placed on the board.

It's good-looking.

It's getting late.

Yao Shufang came back from outside with a bamboo basket.

She's been working lately to earn her wages.

Living in the Ye family and eating the Ye family, she is also very uneasy.

"Sister Yin, Sister Lan, when are you coming back?"

Yao Shufang put down the bamboo basket, and her daughter Xiao April was sleeping inside.

"It wasn't long after I came back. ”

Yao Shufang picked up Xiao April neatly, washed Xiao April with warm well water, and changed the diaper.

After Grandpa Ye and Grandma Ye came back from work, the family sat around the table of eight immortals and ate leek meat stuffed with shou shou and fennel dumplings.

"Yao Shufang, you lazy woman who steals*, get out of here. ”

Mrs. Liu crossed her hands on her hips, stood at the gate of the courtyard, and scolded the street rudely.

Ye Linlang asked Yao Shufang in wonder, "Aren't you okay with the Liu family?

Grandma Ye replied for Yao Shufang: "The old Liu family blames Shufang for messing up Liu Dazhu's marriage......

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