They think like this, but it doesn't mean that the old man Wang also thinks like this, the old man looked at the couplet written by Yang Chengzhi on the dining table with a complicated face, and said softly: "Chengzhi, if you put more effort into calligraphy, within ten years, you will definitely be able to become another calligraphy master in China."

Yang Chengzhi listened to Mr. Wang's praise, and said with a smile: "Grandpa Wang, don't praise me, I am a brush that my grandfather has no way to practice, I know my level, and I am far away from you."

This little sycophant slapped over, and the old man Wang's gloomy heart suddenly became cheerful, and he couldn't help blaming himself: At such an old age, how can he be jealous of his grandson-in-law, no matter how good his calligraphy level is, he also calls himself grandfather, and besides, he has such a grandson-in-law with a high level of calligraphy, those old friends know, and their faces are not also bright.

Thinking of this, Old Man Wang laughed, "I can't see that your kid really has two brushes, but my old man wants to compare with you today."

In this way, a pair of grandfathers and grandchildren splashed ink in the living room, and tried to compete on the couplet, and a pair of couplets full of wishes walked out of the pen of this pair of grandfathers and grandsons.

By ten o'clock, the living room, dining room, and kitchen were full of Spring Festival couplets with ink that had not dried thoroughly, which were the results of the battle between Yang Chengzhi and Mr. Wang.

When Old Man Wang asked him to go over and get the cut red paper, Old Man Sun's hearty laughter came from behind him, "Old fox, there is still red paper, let you finish writing, and the couplets and fighting parties you wrote are enough to spend several Spring Festivals."

Seeing that there was no red paper, Old Man Wang and Yang Chengzhi looked at each other and smiled, "It's so enjoyable, I haven't been so happy for a long time", Old Man Wang laughed.

Seeing that the two of them no longer wrote, everyone began to sort out the written couplets, which really fulfilled the words of the old man Sun, the couplets written by the two of them in more than an hour, and there was no need to buy couplets in this yard in three or two years.

After tidying up the living room, it was almost eleven o'clock, Yang Chengzhi hurriedly held a large stack of written Spring Festival couplets, went out to find Yang Shuchun, Duan Shoujun and a few of them pasted Spring Festival couplets in the courtyard and reservoir, winery, and pharmacy.

Give them the Spring Festival Lian, let them find a few young people to go to the Spring Festival Lian together, and go back to the simple restaurant to prepare the lunch meal, it may be that people know that today is the Chinese New Year's Eve, so many people in the family go to the restaurant to help.

With the help of these people, Yang Chengzhi is also relaxed, just responsible for frying and frying, and he just teaches the people who help what to do.

With the help of everyone, a hearty lunch was made in more than an hour, and when everyone served food to the table, Zhao Liqing and Jia Danping opened the steamed cake, and Yang Chengzhi cut the haggis cooked by Zhao Liqing and Jia Danping in the morning.

Because that day, after Fan Ruotong and Lan Ling ate Pingcheng's local snack oil cake haggis, they always remembered it, and talked to Yang Chengzhi a few times in private, Yang Chengzhi of course kept in mind the desire of the two celebrities for oil cake and haggis.

Today, while everyone is here, he asked Zhao Liqing and Jia Danping to cook the haggis that they bought back a few days ago, and wait for noon to make a little haggis soup for everyone, firstly, to satisfy the wishes of the two celebrities, and secondly, to let people who have not tasted the most characteristic haggis soup in Pingcheng try it.

Jia Danping and Zhao Liqing were swarming cakes, and the people who helped were surprised, they couldn't see what Zhao Liqing and Jia Danping were doing.

In their local area, Chinese New Year's Eve is full of dumplings, and the family has a reunion dinner, but these two are definitely not dumplings, because they have never seen the procedure of steaming cakes, even those who have eaten oil cakes.

Seeing that everyone was puzzled, Zhao Liqing simply talked to the people, and everyone understood that they were making the most distinctive oil cake in northern Shanxi, and they couldn't help but eager.

Knowing that people are going to make oil cakes, these people plan to go back and ask people to eat, because they think they don't know how to make cakes, and staying here is also a lot of help, so it is better to go out and see what else can be done.

Zhao Liqing hurriedly called everyone to stop, steaming the cake and saying, this is just one of the procedures for frying the oil cake, and when the cake is steamed, someone will wrap the cake. If there were few people in the family, they would not ask them for help, but now there are more than 100 people in the family, so many people eat cakes, it must be indispensable, how long will it take her to make two bags of cakes to make oil cakes.

When everyone heard that they could still help with this oil cake, they all looked forward to it, and they all wanted to experience how this place made oil cakes.

It doesn't take long to steam the cake, it only takes thirteen or fourteen minutes, which is a common sense, if the steamed cake takes too long, the steamed cake will taste bitter, and the taste will not be good.

After the cake was steamed, Jia Danping and Zhao Liqing found two large pots, put the steamed cake into the basin, and carried out the second step - picking the cake.

Everyone gathered around the two of them to see how they turned the golden semi-finished yellow cake scattered in the large basin into the oil cake they saw on TV.

Seeing that the two of them filled a small basin of cold water, put it on the side of the big basin, held some cold water in both hands and sprinkled it evenly in the large basin, and then dipped some cold water with both hands, and began to knead on the semi-finished yellow cake in the large basin, press and flip.

After three or four minutes, the semi-finished products that were originally scattered in the big pot became golden yellow cake with strength, the yellow cake at this time is a kind of staple food that local people love to eat, the yellow cake has the characteristics of "yellow, tendon, soft and fragrant", it tastes soft and delicious, and it is very delicious.

Yellow cake is the most representative food in Pingcheng area, Pingcheng people every New Year's Festival, marry a daughter-in-law, birthday, housewarming and move to invite people to eat cake, because the cake in the yellow cake and high homonym, indicating that this step by step rises, high rise Wang Changyi said.

Everyone looked at the golden and shiny yellow cake in the big pot and looked at each other, their eyes were full of doubts, in their impression the oil cake was not like this, the oil cake or round or dumpling-like, but in front of them was a large piece.

Jia Danping and Zhao Liqing also looked at each other and smiled, she both saw that these people had never seen yellow cakes at all, and the two did not speak, brought a bowl of sesame oil and wiped a lot on their hands.

Using a shovel specially used to cut the cake, cut a large piece of yellow cake, and then divide the yellow cake into small pieces the size of a child's fist with a hand stained with sesame oil.

Then he looked at the people around him, "Everyone look at me, just do as we do:, as he spoke, he kneaded a small piece of yellow cake into a circle with both hands, put it in the palm of his hand and pressed it, and a small piece of yellow cake suddenly became a golden cake.

Then he dug a piece of bean paste with a small spoon and put it on the golden cake-shaped yellow cake from a basin with a small spoon, pinched it around and wrapped it in the bean paste, and kneaded it a few times with his hands, and a flat yellow cake was presented in front of everyone.

Most of the people who came to help were also cooking at home, such a simple procedure, at a glance, they washed their hands and rolled up their sleeves to pick up the yellow cake that the two of them divided into small pieces.

As soon as I picked it up, I couldn't help but hiss, and took a breath of cool air, this yellow cake is too burning, and it is a little wet, so I hurriedly threw the yellow cake on the board, and hurriedly blew the reddened palm with my mouth.

Zhao Liqing smiled, this cake is a little hot, if you dip it in some sesame oil, you will feel that it is hot, and everyone will learn to dip some sesame oil in the palm of their hands, and when they take that small piece of yellow cake, it is indeed as Zhao Liqing said, it is not too hot.

People are making cakes for the first time, and they are definitely not as good as the two of Zhao Liqing and Jia Danping, but if they wrap a few more, the shape of the oil cake will look much better.

These people who have never wrapped oil cakes all feel novel, and they have started to grab the small pieces of yellow cakes divided by Zhao Liqing and Jia Danping. In more than ten minutes, two large pots of yellow cakes turned into flat and round semi-finished oil cakes.

Over there, Jia Danping had already heated the sesame oil in a large pot, and everyone looked at the smoking oil pot and knew that this might be the last step of the oil cake.

Zhao Liqing and Jia Danping each found a pair of long chopsticks, and slid the semi-finished oil cake wrapped by everyone along the edge of the pot into the oil pot.

After the oil cake rolled in the oil pot a few times, it was picked up by a pair of large chopsticks and put into the big pot that held the yellow cake just now, and the oil cake was made.

Zhao Liqing saw that the people around the pot wanted to eat the freshly fried oil cake, and shouted to Yang Chengzhi, who was making haggis on the other side of the kitchen: "Chengzhi, is the haggis soup ready, Auntie, they all want to eat the cake."

Yang Chengzhi didn't reply, "Wait a minute, it'll be fine immediately."

Everyone waited around the large basin of oil cake that gradually increased for a minute, this short minute seemed to be a very long time, and everyone did not know how much saliva they swallowed, and they felt a fragrance mixed with this faint smell of mutton wafting from behind them.

At this time, people couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, the taste was too tempting, and it was more fragrant than the delicious food made by Yang Chengzhi just now.

Everyone looked back and saw a few bowls of haggis soup placed on the board behind Yang Chengzhi, and saw that in the haggis soup, the white and tender small intestines, the pale yellow belly, the blue-gray liver, and the purple-red lungs were soaked in the red and bright chili oil, and some emerald green coriander floated on the chili oil.

Seeing the enticing aroma of haggis soup, the people who helped in the restaurant didn't say a word, each of them went over and served a bowl, sandwiched an oil cake in a large basin, put it in a bowl, found a place in the restaurant and started eating.

Eating crispy and delicious oil cakes, sandwiching chopsticks with spicy and delicious haggis, a group of people are very happy to eat, living in a big city, they really have never eaten this kind of haggis oil cake with the most Pingcheng characteristics.