Put a handful of saffron into the teapot, re-boil a pot of water, and slowly pour the hot water into the teapot, under the impact of the hot water, the slender red silk spins in the boiling water. The golden essence of the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info quietly poured out of the red filigree, and in the blink of an eye, the liquid in the pot turned into a dazzling gold.

Chang Zhaowen couldn't help but admire, it was rare to see such a swaggering, pure, and highly saturated gold.

Chose a fine powder, according to the ratio of 2:1, add flour, if he guessed correctly, the main ingredient of Lingqitu is calcium carbonate, simple calcium carbonate and water are difficult to mix into a dough, but the addition of flour can increase the viscosity in it.

Of course, if possible, flour should actually be added a little more. But since the competition stipulates that the main material must be used as the main material, out of consideration for abiding by the rules, Chang Zhaowen carefully controlled the amount of flour, and there will be other accessories in the later stage, so let's take it leisurely now.

After grinding, there is not much difference between the appearance of the Lingqi soil powder and the flour, and the two powders are mixed together, even if it is him, it is difficult to distinguish the difference from the rough look.

Gently mix the two powders together by hand to make sure that the two powders are evenly mixed together, and then dig a deep pit in the hill-like pile of powder with your hands. Poured some seven-colored sea salt into the pit, these sea salts were not provided by Harvey in the material area, but the local products he had asked for in the hands of the blue wave elves before.

Naturally occurring sea salt particles are slightly larger than refined salt particles, and the key to determining the quality of sea salt is the source of seawater, which contains different mineral components and tastes slightly different. The waters where the blue wave elves are located have the advantage of being blessed with seven different kinds of superb sea areas, and their seven-colored sea salt is extracted from these seven sea areas.

The salt is not too salty, but it brings out the original flavor of the ingredients, which is what Chang Zhaowen likes the most.

After adding salt, carefully pour the warm saffron water into the pit of the powder pile, stir it with your hands, and the golden saffron water quickly dyes the white dough into a dazzling golden yellow.

Kneading, patting, falling, turning, several actions in one go, and there is a round, smooth golden dough on the dough table.

Chang Zhaowen moistened a clean towel with warm water, squeezed out the water, unfolded it, and gently covered the dough with a little warm towel.

The next work to be done has never been done before, but it shouldn't be difficult.

I selected a piece of fresh wild boar, carefully shaved off the lean meat with a knife, leaving only the fat of the white flowers, chopped it, and at the same time lit a fire, and poured the chopped fat into the iron pot one by one.

That's right, he's ready to boil lard now.

Under the impetus of the heat, the lard quickly emerged from the fatty meat, and a large string of fine small bubbles appeared directly at the bottom of the pot, and the strong aroma of animal fat in the air quickly diffused.

The scent has meat, oil, burnt, and more importantly, a taste that carries too many memories.

As the fat precipitates little by little, the white fat shrinks smaller and smaller, and the color becomes darker and darker, and finally becomes a yellow oil residue, small, crumpled, and slowly floats to the surface of the oil pan.

Under the lingering heat, Chang Zhaowen's vision began to blur, and he was a little distracted in an instant, as if he had returned to twelve years ago.

The thin little boy drooled as he squatted on the ground to add firewood to the earthen stove, and from time to time he raised his head to peek at the frying oil residue in the large black iron pot above his head.

Sucked my nose - it smelled good!

"Gollum" suddenly screamed in her stomach, and my cousin turned her face with a bit of blame and dissatisfaction in her expression: "What do you mean? ”

But I'm really hungry. The little boy didn't dare to speak, he knew his embarrassing situation in this family, and what position did he have to express his opinion under the fence.

This is my cousin-in-law's hometown, the locals only eat two meals a day, and there is no oil and water, and it has been six hours since the last meal, and the little boy's stomach has long been empty.

Just now, when his cousin asked him to come over and help light the fire, he saw that his cousin-in-law stuffed an egg for his brother and asked him to pad his stomach first, and then his cousin baked lard cakes for him to eat.

The little boy sniffed, the smell of hot lard was really good, he stuffed a thin handful of wood into the earthen stove, looked at the orange beating fire, and imagined the deliciousness of the lard pancakes. Soft, fragrant, and oily in one bite......

"Oh, the lard is all fried, what firewood do you want to add in the future?" The cousin glanced at him, carefully took the white enamel cup filled with hot lard aside, began to make noodles, and kept counting in her mouth, "I want to be a young master and go back to your own house to do it! We can't afford to raise idlers here, go, cut some pigweed in the back mountain and come back!"

"But," the little boy hesitated for a moment, and expressed his concerns, "the mountains are far away, and it will take a long time to come and go." "Although it is a back mountain, this mountain is very steep, except that it is difficult for a young man to climb the hill where there is not even a dirt road, and a child like him, if he wants to catch a pigweed, must go out early in the morning to come back at dusk.

"You won't go far away, you haven't said anything about coming here because you won't eat because you're far away!" my cousin's face was flat, "Go quickly! ”

The yellow-flour steamed bun is the corn nest head, dry and hard, and it will be a little stuck in the throat if swallowed, since I arrived here, Chang Zhaowen has eaten this yellow-flour steamed bun almost every day. But he didn't dare to talk nonsense, and hung his little head, ready to go and get the back basket and sickle.

"Mom, it's so fragrant, what are you doing!" the cousin's son, Da Zhuang, crossed the threshold, jumped into the house, and hugged his mother's waist affectionately.

"Mom was boiling lard just now, I'll make you a cake right away, come, taste this oil residue first." With a smile, my cousin sprinkled fine grains of salt on the grease and handed the bowl full of dark brown grease to her son.

"Well, it's so fragrant!" Da Zhuang grabbed a handful of hot oil residue and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it heavily, the crispy oil residue rattling in his mouth.

"Awen, this oil residue is fragrant, you can eat it too!" Da Zhuang handed a handful of oil residue to his younger brother from the city, who was half a head younger than himself.

Chang Zhaowen was surprised at first, and then his whole eyes lit up. Pick up a grain of browned oil residue and put it in your mouth, and the aroma of the meat immediately bursts in your mouth, really, so fragrant.

"Smack!" A huge palm slapped heavily on Chang Zhaowen's hand, Chang Zhaowen stumbled, and the oil residue in his hand was all scattered on the ground.

Cousin-in-law Tie suddenly came out from behind him with a blue face: "The eldest young master of the Chang family, how can you eat the oil residue of our poor family?"

Childhood memories are always mixed with embarrassment and unwillingness, Chang Zhaowen sighed leisurely, extracted from the bitter memories, but the fragrance of this lard was more enticing than in the memories.