"The yellow and white is millet flour, which is the main ingredient of sweet foam, and the yellow golden is cornmeal, which is the auxiliary material of sweet foam, in order to add a little sweetness of corn, but it is not a good match. ”

"Look at the water slowly boiling, the paste will become thicker and thicker, until the two noodles are sticky on the spoon, the porridge is half better. ”

Well, that's not done yet?

It sounds delicious, and this porridge alone will fill your stomach.

Probably seeing Xing Liu's anxiety, Angelica hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, where is this good?"

Just as his words fell, Uncle Wang took the small pot off the stove and put it next to the cauldron.

"Tim?"

The authentic Jicheng dialect sounds exactly the same as the pronunciation of the name Tian Moer.

Is it meant to add something?

When everyone said it was smooth, it became the final sweet foam, and subtly, it became the name of one of the two monsters in Quancheng.

Hearing Uncle Wang's inquiry, Angelica hurriedly went back with him for the little sixth brother.

"Grandpa Wang, you want it! You want it! You can't miss a single one!"

This Uncle Wang listened to the little voice of Angelica, and there was a burst of music, and he shouted in his mouth: "Medium!"

So he put the ingredients from the small pot into the big pot.

There are two bowls of broth in the big pot, and a small half spoon of crushed white pepper from Jeseong, half a tablespoon of pepper, half a tablespoon of chopped peanuts, and one tablespoon of salt.

The ingredients are in the soup and the paste is added to the ingredients.

Take this big pot and spoon and stir it, it is the taste into the paste, and the paste increases the taste.

When a layer of foam rises on the surface of the porridge, it will be ready to come out of the pot immediately.

In the moment before the pot, throw a handful of freshly green rape, a handful of longkou vermicelli that have already been soaked and boiled into eight points, and with the excitement of this hot soup, this final version of sweet foam will come out.

Yes, this sweet foam is a salty porridge, a particularly delicious one.

The taste is rich, fresh and salty, and easy to digest.

It is one of the favorite evening snacks of Jeseong people after work.

The body that has been tired for a day is like falling apart and can't be put together again.

But when I came to this sweet stall and put a mouthful of such salty and fragrant porridge in my mouth, I could dispel all the tiredness.

The warm soup porridge, in this early spring flower season, will not make people feel too dry, and the seasonal and cheap small green vegetables will clean up the last bit of fire on people's bodies.

It is no wonder that many people will stop for a while when passing through this market street, even if they are half-crouching and standing against the wall, and they will have to serve a bowl before returning home.

And because this sweet foam seems to be rich in ingredients, if you look closely, it is all the food that must be brought down in a farmer's house, and each of them is not a valuable thing.

Therefore, when checking out, it was not like the tavern in front of me, only ordering a meat and wine, and asking for more than ten or twenty boards, filling most of the day's harvest.

You only need to find five, seven in the big bowl, and you will have a warm meal.

At the very least, Angelica and Xing Liu were quite satisfied with their food.

Because the two of them came out to run errands for Manager Shao when Shao Nian, this Brother Shao is not a harsh person at all.

When I went out in the afternoon, one person gave twenty boards for errands.

After deducting the tea money for a few large bowls of tea that went into the city in the afternoon, even if they had a bowl of sweet foam for supper, they could keep ten of them.

Because of this, they eat without any burden.

When the two of them got up from the stall, the full smile on their faces made people want to be happy when they saw it.

Seeing that it was not early, Uncle Wang, who was scraping the bottom of the pot, also asked: "Housheng doll, is our family's food medium?"

Xing Liu gave a thumbs up to this uncle, and he received a generous and satisfied smile from the old couple.

It's just that when Xing Liu followed Angelica in the direction of his shop, he asked more: "Uncle comes every day?"

Angelica shook his head: "No, it's only three days a week." ”

"Their family gets millet noodles, and the bud grain noodles are all ground at home. ”

"The old man doesn't have that much energy, so he does everything in one day. ”

Saying that, Angelica looked back at the shop he loved when he was a child.

Looking back at the beginning, the uncle who sold porridge was still a rather middle-aged man.

It's just that in the past few years, people and things have aged fast, and the only thing that hasn't changed is probably ......

Angelica watched Uncle Wang turn the cauldron that had already been sold out upside down, and put all the bottom of the pot he had scraped out with a big spoon into a clean large porcelain bowl.

Because this cauldron is boiled with a lot of sweet foam that many people want, when only the last bite is left, the bottom of the pot becomes very viscous.

Don't look at the mushy appearance is not beautiful, but it is like some people, especially with connotation.

All the ingredients are mixed together, and the food is soft and more flavorful.

Couples take out such things and sell them, but they don't necessarily make them themselves at home and eat them.

Watching Uncle Wang bring this bowl of thick and trembling rice cereal to his old wife, he watched his wife turn around as usual delicately and drank a layer of porridge and handed it back to his hand......

The uncle smiled, just like the hairy young man decades ago, simple and a little shy, moved and a little helpless, and put this heart in his heart.

'Smack!'

The kerosene lamp on the stall of the only one on the street, Sweet Moer, went out.

Angelica's eyes were retracted, and he was a little reluctant.

He didn't know why he would envy the old couple he had known for several years, probably because such feelings were not common in his apprenticeship.

And just when Angelica Xiaoer was mature, he saw a black figure in the corridor of the courtyard cubicle.

The person was vague, but he was very familiar, and he was mixed together, and the smell of Chinese medicine could waft out for hundreds of meters, which made Angelica recognize who the person was at once.

"Master?"

Master Cha, who responded to the sound, turned his head and saw that Angelica had a little smile on his face after returning home safely, but after seeing Angelica's big expression of joyful smile, he immediately made his face as unkind as before.

"Coming back?"

The master's shelf was raised again, and he complained lightly: "Why did you come back at this time, Manager Shao has been waiting in the yard for a long time." ”