Yang Jiawen's dumplings are okay, after Lin Musen's slow decomposition action teaching, he finally made zongzi that will not drop rice grains, tied to the rope, and will not loosen.

It's just that Yang Jiawen's zongzi is obviously the same large zongzi leaves as everyone else, but it looks very small, it looks smaller than the ten-yuan small zongzi sold outside, and it can be hung on the chest as a charm.

In fact, being able to do this is also Yang Jiawen's talent.

Yang Jiawen didn't find it, but she looked at the zongzi she wrapped and looked very satisfied.

Fang Huanshui wrapped the perfect zongzi, but every movement was careful, and the movements were more like slow motion than Lin Musen's slow motion.

Lu Haodong, a kitchen idiot, doesn't have to look forward to it too much.

He knows how to wrap zongzi, and he also grasped the trick of tying ropes, and the zongzi wrapped out are very large, but the ratio of filling and rice in zongzi is very weird. Either just the filling, or just the rice.

Lin Musen reminded him a few times, but once he didn't remind him, he would still be the same.

In the end, he completed the cooperation with Yang Jiawen, and finally wrapped up a perfect and normal zongzi.

Lin Musen sighed, saw the long glutinous rice sprinkled everywhere, and felt that the long glutinous rice tied to the zongzi today might not be enough, so he hurriedly went to soak the glutinous rice.

This zongzi making activity may go on for a long time.

Lin Musen felt that it didn't matter.

It was a pleasure for everyone to do things together, and he should have been the only one making zongzi, but now that there are so many people with him, he already feels very happy.

Seeing a few people, including Jiang Weiquan's mentally retarded performance, Lin Musen had no choice but to speed up the speed at hand.

He likes peanut dumplings the most, so there are a lot of peanuts in his dumplings.

As for Fang Huanshui, they were not in the mood to pay attention to peanut dumplings, and even several plates of fillings, they often only found one of them.

As for whether it is delicious or not, Lin Musen estimates that it will still be delicious.

Zongzi is not a food that has always been rigorous, more of the same dish, less of the same dish, although the taste will change slightly, but the soy sauce paste is poured down, or the sweet and spicy sauce, Haishan sauce is sprinkled on it, it is still just as delicious.

It's evocative.

Let Lin Musen eat every day without a problem.

Zongzi can be frozen, and steamed in an electric pot (rice cooker) every morning to eat.

It's a great way to tackle a meal when you're busy.

Kung Fu is old and spicy, and after Lin Musen tied two strings of zongzi, Jiang Chen Axi had already tied six strings of zongzi. Yang Jiawen's small rice dumplings were also tied in a bunch.

Seeing the half-small, half-large zongzi, Lu Haodong winked at Lin Musen.

For such a childish genius, Lin Musen's reaction was to rub his head and say to everyone: "I will send the tied zongzi to Uncle Jiang's house." ”

There is no such big pot at home, so I have already told Jiang Bingkun to borrow his big stove.

In the fire chamber of the big stove was the firewood that Jiang Bingkun picked up from the mango forest.

There are big and small.

When Lin Musen walked in, Jiang Bingkun dragged a large tree trunk and walked forward.

"So long, stuffed in?"

The big trunk is as thick as Jiang Bingkun's two thighs, and the length is even longer than his person.

Jiang Bingkun cleared the ashes in the stove, flicked the branches that were still burning, and stuffed the big trunk into it.

He stuffed a lot of twigs next to it, lit the fire, and then patted the dust on his palms and said to Lin Musen: "This trunk has been burning for a long time. You don't have to add firewood all the time. Zongzi you want to open the lid of the pot yourself and put it in, I have seen it just now, and the water has already boiled. ”

Lin Musen's family tied a share of the zongzi this time, and he originally wanted to join the ranks of tying zongzi, but when he heard that Lin Musen wanted to borrow a big stove from his family, he didn't go over.

I heard that the water for soaking rice is his family's special water, and Jiang Bingkun has been looking forward to it for a long time.

It just so happened that the zongzi tied by Jiang Chen Axi was the most normal-looking, and it was also the most suitable for giving away.

He threw it into boiling water and boiled it.

The water in the pot is also Reiki water. Lin Musen thought to himself, anyway, if you want to make good food, then make it thoroughly.

"The rice dumplings look beautiful inside, you can choose two skewers by yourself. Don't choose the ugly one. ”

"Why can't you choose the ugly one?"

"Because their owners are the ones who make the dumplings. ”

Anyway, he is going to the island country to absorb the aura, and the aura he has collected recently can be spent as much as possible, as long as he ensures that the aura will not fall below the warning line and endanger his own health.

Lin Musen took advantage of the fact that when he sent the zongzi to Jiang Bingkun's house, he told Jiang Bingkun the news of Kenichiro Takai.

"Finally found an opportunity to sell the fruit wine, do you want to send the wine over to have a look?"

"Why don't you go? If you want to make the wine famous, either in Europe, the United States, or in the island countries, you must let those who have money at the top know about our wine. in order to sell at a good price. Otherwise, you will be wronged by these fruit wines. I use the brewing method, not to make fruit rice wine. ”

Lin Musen saw Jiang Bingkun and his wife standing next to the big stove, Jiang Bingkun picked up the newspaper and was about to read it, his wife was flipping through the dried cabbage and kidney beans.

Their movements are a bit strange, they are not more than ten meters away from the big stove, and even the cabbage and beans are around the big stove.

"You don't have to watch from the sidelines, the rice dumplings have to be boiled for a long time, just add enough water. I see that the branches of your house are so thick, it is no problem to stuff the wood in for an hour or two, it is too hard here. It's so hot now. ”

Jiang Bingkun's big stove is placed outdoors, and his family has built a new house that is no longer suitable for such a thing, so he left his family's early big stove, built a roof on it, and a high chimney.

When his daughter-in-law makes salty cakes, she will use this large stove to burn a fire with firewood.

"The pastries made on the big stove smell more fragrant, and next time I'm going to make a bowl of cakes, so you can eat them when the time comes. ”

Mrs. Jiang Bingkun said to Lin Musen.

As for the children of the two people, they did not live here, the children were already older, worked in Fucheng, and bought a house and lived there by the way.

"You don't look like it's hot here, but here, I'm feeling refreshed, so I'm staying next to my wife. I assume it a steam bath.

Jiang Bingkun discovered the benefits of special water, and he didn't even let go of the steam emitted by boiling special water.

"My family has also prepared materials for tying zongzi, can the tied zongzi be put in and cooked?"

Jiang Bingkun's wife, I heard Jiang Bingkun say that this water is a special water, different from ordinary water, there are many, many benefits, and it will enhance the taste of food. Looking at this pot of water, a thought arose in her heart.

Lin Musen didn't think much about it, but replied: "Yes, it's all boiled zongzi, and the water is not enough, so you can bring water from my house." ”