This knife cut steamed bun must be popularized today, in order to save time, but also to liberate the labor intensity of Cuihua.

Even if Cuihua can't accept it now, Osmanthus doesn't care, and when the steamed buns are steamed out and Cuihua tastes them herself, she understands.

One of the two people is responsible for kneading the dough and the other is responsible for cutting the steamed buns.

Although the knife is faster than the kneading, kneading the dough is naturally faster.

Cuihua had just kneaded the noodles, so she turned her head and walked out, and she really didn't say a word.

Although Osmanthus also held back a fire in her heart, she just couldn't bear it because she treated herself very well on weekdays, and this time she was helping her family.

This stove for making lunch was not made alone in anyone's house, Guan Dashan came forward, and next to the village Yangchang, the shed that was originally used to temporarily store rice had been temporarily converted into a kitchen yesterday afternoon, and two rather large stoves were built in it.

At this time, steaming steamed buns were steaming on the stove.

The pot in the countryside is also large, one pot can steam about sixty large steamed buns, and when the two pots are added together, that is one hundred and two.

A pot of incense can be steamed in a pot, and the pot is not filled with water, but with dried fish soup, just stewed, with steamed buns on top and soup below, without delay at all.

Outside the greenhouse, next to the extra stove, Yu was swinging a big pot and spatula to turn over stews.

This stew is nothing special, just put Chinese cabbage and wild vegetables together with some potatoes and stir-fry them in a pot.

Wait until the stir-fry is almost done, then pour in the water and start simmering.

The potatoes are stewed, and the dish is ready to be cooked.

It is said that this dish is not a serious eight hundred delicious, but Osmanthus has already instructed that the oil used for stir-frying is all oil boiled out of pork fat a long time ago. And the dosage is sufficient, and some people are afraid that they can't eat vegetables with so much meat oil during the New Year.

The smell is not much worse than eating meat.

After Cuihua finished kneading the noodles, she came out and turned over the pickles that had been pickled a few more times, and when she saw that they were almost pickled, she beckoned Chu Yannian to come over and help her put the pickles in several wooden basins, and when people came to eat later, they ate separately, so that there would be no fight.

The most time-consuming of these things is steamed steamed buns.

However, as long as the division of labor is clear, in less than an hour and a half, these are all done.

If you want to talk about chopsticks and bowls, there are not so many osmanthus in the osmanthus family, so before the work earlier, the osmanthus told everyone to bring their own bowls and chopsticks.

The wooden pots and barrels used to put the dishes and soup were all borrowed from several houses.

The sun was shining, and although the temperature was getting hot, it was time for dinner.

Each foreman, with his men, each with a bowl and chopsticks, was not in order, but not so chaotic as he hurried towards the place where the meal was served.

The place where the meal is served is naturally on the Yangchang.

Nowadays, there is no rice field, a clean one, except for the osmanthus family will have a hundred ** dinner here every day, few people will come here on weekdays.

As for Moh's injury, after several foremen went back to convey it, now all the people who worked have already known.

So today's dinner scene seems a little quiet, even if someone speaks, they are all whispering, and the atmosphere is a little depressing.

Osmanthus knew what everyone was thinking, so she didn't say anything, just stood in front of the table where the steamed buns were placed, and personally gave the steamed buns to everyone.

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