As for the woman who helped, the excitement in her heart is difficult to express in words, and when the time comes, there will be a share of the moon cakes here, and the oldest of them is Grandma Liu, that is, Zhang Wuliang's second aunt. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The old lady is almost sixty years old, with a strong body, kind, kind and kind, and is an elder who is liked by all the big guys, and at the same time has rich experience in work, and from time to time she puts forward a few good suggestions.

"Grandma Liu, some dried fruits are too dry, we have to chop them up, or they won't taste good. ”

"It's not, speaking of making moon cakes, when the days were good in the past, I would make a little bit on August 15, and everyone would try it, but there was more noodles and less filling, where would I buy so many dried fruits." ”

The old lady had white hair, and when she smiled, her face was full of folds, but she couldn't suppress the joy of her mood.

Speaking of Grandma Liu's family, the conditions in the village are good, and the children are working as shopkeepers in the town, and when people are struggling for food and clothing, they are equivalent to being well-off.

Even with that kind of condition, there are few like Liu Qingxi.

Five or six women, rolling up their sleeves, separated the flesh from the core little by little, and cut it into thin cubes.

Thanks to the life experience of his previous life, Liu Qingxi once made moon cakes by himself, which is actually very simple, as long as the filling is sufficient, the moon cakes made are absolutely delicious.

Think of the Mid-Autumn Festival under the full moon, taste the delicious taste of mooncakes, melt in your mouth, or bite into the surprise of your favorite pulp, it is a pleasure.

When Zhang San helped make the mold, Liu Qingxi not only arranged for the big guy to deal with the dried fruits, but also some dried fruits such as melon seeds and walnuts, all of which were all shelled and processed.

Counting the days, it is only ten days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is not early to start making moon cakes at this time, and it can even be said that it is a little late.

looks good, but I don't know how it tastes, no matter what, Liu Qingxi is still very confident in what he is about to make.

"After the dried fruits are ready, let's mix some melon seeds, walnuts, almonds and other dried fruits, mix them together, by the way, put some sesame seeds is better. ”

After a busy morning, with the completion of one process after another, the unique aroma of dried fruits mixed with dried fruits lingered on the tip of the nose, wafting in the sky above the small courtyard of Liuqingxi, and even the neighbors could smell it.

In addition to these fillings, Liu Qingxi knows that they can't be mixed well together, there is not much stickiness, and the experience of making moon cakes in his previous life is to add fried white noodles to the fillings.

"Fifth aunt, come and help me!"

Liu Qingxi greeted people, and the fifth aunt in her mouth was none other than Liu Laowu's daughter-in-law, Zhao.

It is said that it has been more than a month since the four rooms and five rooms of the Liu family were separated, and as time slowly flowed, the cowardly character caused by the oppression of the Wang family weakened day by day.

Compared to the beginning, Zhao didn't dare to speak loudly, but now it is much better.

Otherwise, at that time, Liu Qingxi wanted to let Zhao's Widow Tian and others work in the kitchen of the construction team, but she didn't have the courage and shirked it with a red face.

In desperation, Liu Qingxi could only let Widow Tian find someone else, she also knew that Zhao's character was caused by the environment, and being childless for more than ten years has always been the deepest thorn in her heart.

She had a deep inferiority complex and shrunk herself into her shell like an ostrich.

As time passed, that inferiority complex gradually dissipated, and it was much better than before.

And this time, Liu Qingxi deliberately called her here so that she could communicate with women of the same age.

"Okay, Qingxi, what do you say you need my help with?"

"Fifth aunt, come and help me fry the white noodles. ”

Zhao was puzzled: "Aren't we making moon cakes?

After all, she had never seen such a strange practice.

"Aunt Five, the scene is to make the stuffing better bonded together with the filling, otherwise the stuffing will be scattered, and it will be difficult for us to wrap moon cakes. ”

Zhao Shi nodded as if she didn't understand, anyway, she still didn't understand, as long as she did what Liu Qingxi did.

Liu Qingxi was stunned for a moment, didn't the other party know what he meant? In the past, fried noodles were the most common practice of poor people.

When it is free, fry two bowls of white noodles, put them in a pan, and stir-fry them over low heat until the white noodles become slightly yellow, at this time the fragrance of wheat slowly wafts out, and then put them in a plastic bag to prevent the fried noodles from getting wet.

In the middle of the morning, when the children are hungry, parents will serve two spoonfuls of yellowish fried noodles, scoop a spoonful of sugar, pour boiling water, and adjust to a moderate thickness.

If the conditions are better, put the rolled peanuts or sesame seeds, because the fried noodles are more fragrant.

Looking back now, there are still many happy memories of the hard days when I was a child in my previous life.

It's just that those days are far away after all, and they can only remain in memory.

The method of fried noodles used to make moon cakes is similar, except that it does not need to be fried until it is slightly yellow, and it is slightly lighter than fried noodles eaten alone.

"Auntie, do you know how to do it?" Liu Qingxi turned back to the other women and asked the other women.

Helplessly, everyone shook their heads at the same time, and everyone had never heard of what Liu Qingxi described.

Although I knew what she was talking about after listening to her explanation, I hadn't done it myself, nor had I seen it, so I didn't dare to start easily.

After all, this is not anything else, this is the grain that has been worked hard and exchanged for hard work and sweat.

Think about it again, if you put the thin white noodles in the pot and fry them, it won't be easy to get paste, and if you don't do it, a pot of white noodles will be ruined.

Thinking about it, I feel distressed, several women don't dare to do it easily, they are used to living in poverty, they don't dare to waste food at will, waste is shameful, and it will be punished by God.

"Well, since none of you have done it, let me demonstrate it first. ”

Saying that, Liu Qingxi rolled up his sleeves and began to demonstrate.

Liu Qingxi is very experienced in doing this, and he has done this more than once in his previous life. I remember that after graduating from college at that time, I was in the workplace for the first time, I was busy with work, and most of the time I didn't have time to eat, and I went to the restaurant every time, which was simply unbearable for a college student with a meager income.

Later, for the sake of simplicity and to save money, he tried to make his own fried noodles, adding thin peanuts, rice and sesame seeds, etc., to adjust the appropriate proportions.

Getting up in the morning and making a bowl, sometimes with a boiled egg, is not only nutritious, but also delicious, and it can be regarded as a way to enjoy and self-sufficiency in poverty.

Unexpectedly, the method she came up with at that time in order to save money could actually be used here, and she became more and more convinced that the efforts she had made would not be wasted.

The memory went back to the previous life, but the movements of the hands did not stop, and several women who were handling the dried fruits rushed up.

I saw Liu Qingxi scooping two bowls of white noodles......