61 Busy morning

Xiao He opened the door, lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves, but heard a sound in the yard, and looked up to see that Li Wu was pouring water into the tank. She hurriedly said, "Second brother, why don't you sleep more when you get up so early?" I'll just pick it. ”

Li Wu replied early and said with a smile: "This is a habit, and when the hour comes, my eyes will open, and I can't sleep, so I just get up." In the morning, the air is good, walk around the yard, and move your muscles and bones. Seeing that there was not much water in the tank, I picked up a few buckets. You are small, you have to run back and forth several times, and I am idle anyway, which is a convenient thing. ”

Xiao He no longer persuaded him, and said with a smile: "Then you will be tired, I will cook first." ”

Li Wu waved his hand: "Sister-in-law is polite, let's go and get busy." ”

Xiao He lifted the lid of the pot, scooped half a pot of water into the middle pot, and then lit the fire. After making sure that the firewood would not go out, he got up and scooped up a small broken rice bowl full of porcelain bowls, and shook it back after thinking about it. Scrub the melon in the scoop a few times, put it in the pot, and stir it with a spatula. The fire was blazing, and Xiao He took out a few large firewood from the stove of the middle pot and put it into the stove of the pig food pot, lit the fire and began to cook the pigweed.

Xiao He's washed his hands, washed the board twice, wiped the water, sprinkled some flour, poured the dough in the copper basin on the board, grabbed a small amount of dry flour with his hands and rubbed the inner bottom of the copper basin until it was clean, rubbed the noodles and large pieces of noodles together, kneaded them again, patted them, and stirred the rice in the pot.

Yang Liu opened the door, patted his face to make himself more sober, and washed his cold face again, and then he was completely sober. She passed by the stove room and said to Xiao He, who was busy with work: "Sister-in-law, leave me some noodles to make a few steamed buns." ”

"Yes, keep it." Although I guessed last night that the willow was watching.

Yang Liu opened the door of the chicken pen and let the chickens out, then went to the field to pick a large handful of green beans, pinched off the two ends and removed the middle silk, washed and cut into small pieces. The oil residue was changed to a finer knife, and then two cloves of garlic were chopped and cut into small pieces and fried together, and when they were seven ripe, she scooped up some and put them in a large bowl, and fried the rest in the pot and put it on a plate, and took another plate to cover it.

When the porridge was almost over, Yang Liu went to pick a few mulberry leaves, washed them and cut them finely, and put them in, and withdrew the large pieces of firewood. The Li family is almost all sparse white porridge, and Yang Liu likes to put some vegetable leaves into it, which looks much better.

After finishing these, Yang Liu watched Xiao He knead the dough into a long strip of dough with a width of about four fingers, put the dough block on the right with his left hand, move it to the left with his left hand, chop off a piece, and then pick up the cut dough block with his left hand and put it in the empty space, return to the dough block with his left hand and move it left in turn, repeating the above actions, the dough of the long round strip was quickly cut into a steamed bun-shaped dough with the same size, and placed them in rows, and the cornmeal was covered with some white flour, and the color was very good-looking.

Yang Liu consciously took the irregular dough pieces at both ends, kneaded them into two balls, rolled them into thick and uniform slices with a rolling pin, held them in his hands, and scooped a spoonful of filling with a wooden spoon and put it in the center of the dough. According to his own imagination, he pinched the corner of the dough with his right hand, pinched the pleat pattern little by little, pinched it around, pressed his thumb, and sealed it. Then a round lump without pleats appeared in the palm of the willow. Yang Liu admires her craftsmanship and talent, what she wrapped up is simply a directly photoshopped bun. But is a bun without pleats still a bun? Yang Liu covered the steamed buns after plastic surgery with both hands, and said weakly: "Sister-in-law, you can make steamed buns." ”

Xiao He had already peeked at Yang Liu's movements, and naturally saw the final product of Yang Liu, knowing that she was ashamed, but he still couldn't help but smile and quip: "Are you a bun or a steamed bun?" ”

"Uh" Yang Liu is a super adaptable person, and he blushed slightly and replied seriously: "This is the son of steamed buns and steamed buns, and there are steamed buns." "She's still in her apprenticeship, so there's no shame in doing this. Yang Liu also simply opened his hand and let Xiao He see it generously.

Now Xiao He laughed even more happily, laughing so much that the willows were full of black lines, is it so funny? Xiao He waved her hand while laughing breathlessly, she slowly suppressed her smile and said, "Okay, okay, I won't laugh at you." Let's take out the pot first, and prepare to steam the steamed buns, it will take a while to steam, and they should also get up, wait for me to teach you. ”

If you are not a chef, you have to do these chores, Yang Liu resigned himself to scooping the porridge in the middle pot into the basin, brushing the pot clean, and mixing half a scoop of water. Light the fire in the stove, put a bamboo steaming tray, cover it with a layer of washed wet white gauze, put the cut raw steamed buns on it, leave a small gap between each other, and sprinkle some water on the steamed buns. After filling a steaming tray, put on a larger steaming tray and do the same as before.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law." When Yang Liu finished doing this, she turned her head and saw that she was almost about to jump, she got up early to make a few steamed buns to eat. She's never done it herself, she's going to practice, you're all covered with numb hands and feet.

"Don't worry, I'll keep it for you." Xiao He handed one dough to Yang Liu, and she picked up the last one herself. Then put the stuffing in the center of the dough, and help the willow to put the filling.

Yang Liu was a little speechless, just one, is it so worthy of my talent?

"Like me, the thumb doesn't move, the index finger pinched the edge of the dough little by little, hey, yes, the interval is larger, turn in a circle, don't move the thumb, yes, wrap it forward, pinch it with your thumb, close your mouth." Xiao He spread the pleated bun on the palm of his hand and showed the final result to Yang Liu.

The method is actually similar, but Yang Liu still seriously followed Xiao He's instructions, and then came out with a round lump without pleats

Xiao He smiled happily, it seems that talent is also fair, and cooking delicious dishes may not necessarily make steamed buns. She felt that her nose was a little itchy, but her hands were stained with flour, so she had to rub her nose with her hand and said, "Put it in, steam it over high heat." ”

Afraid that no matter how beautiful it is, the stuffing of the bun will leak out, so Yang Liu has to put the piece of stuff he made on the steaming plate, thinking that he will eat it himself after it is cooked, and he can't see it if he eats it in his stomach. She put the lid on the pot, and Xiao He burned the fire even more.

Xiao He got up to wash the flour on the board, Yang Liu looked around and saw that there was nothing wrong, so he went back to his room and took out the dirty clothes that he had bathed last night, smeared them with soap and scrubbed them.

During this period, the Li family got up one after another, and the sound of holding pots and fetching water and muttering was endless.