"My sister-in-law is so angry, it's just a few dumplings. I really think your apricots are really good. Erya asked Xing'er to pour tea for her mother, and politely said to the dog's mother.

"Grandma, you're really joking, you can afford us. We are really small and don't dare to get carried away, don't you often take the pickles I made for you? Don't be surprised if you don't do well. Dong Xiaoman was drinking tea, and suddenly heard such a puff and squirted.

Erya glanced at Dong Xiaoman, and said a little uncomfortably: "You are too polite, don't call us that." When Apricot first came, she was also before her great-grandmother and after her great-grandmother. We really can't get used to it, or you should call me the lady of the Dong family. ”

When the dog mother heard this, she immediately glared and said, "That's not good, we all recognize each other." We are all our own family, and we have to follow the rules. Xing'er, you have to call your great-grandmother after you hear it clearly, do you know it? ”

Erya persuaded on the side: "Forget it, this kind of title is yes, it makes people ......"

"Just call it, it's good. Don't embarrass Xing'er's mother, and Xing'er will call our great-grandmother in the future. It's just a trivial matter, and I didn't want to come to Xing'er Niang for this matter. Dong Xiaoman said, and the dog smiled with satisfaction.

Seeing that everyone was no longer talking, Xing'er hurriedly said, "Great-grandmother, when you stay for dinner, you must try the pickles made by my mother." It's delicious, and every year my mother has to make more for the neighbors around her. ”

Dong Xiaoman pursed his lips and smiled: "Okay, let's eat more after a while." ”

Originally, he didn't pay attention to the pickle at all, and Dong Xiaoman didn't pay attention to it. The apricots cut the pickles and put them on the table. Dong Xiaoman didn't pay attention either.

But after eating for a while, I found that the stack of small pickles was gone all of a sudden. Malaysia also grinned: "This pickle is better than any of our family." It's not something you're new. ”

Xing'er listened to Mei Zizi and said: "That's what my mother brought it, and my mother is the best at making pickles." ”

Dong Xiaoman began to pay attention at this time: "You go and cut some back." ”

After tasting it, Dong Xiaoman found that this pickle really has a unique flavor, and he has been making pickles himself for many years. I can't eat any of the spices here.

"Xing'er, your mother has a pair of skillful hands." Dong Xiaoman broke a piece of steamed bun and said as if unintentionally.

"Well, my mother can do anything. He is a good hand at home and abroad, and his clothes and shoes are also very delicate. The mandarin ducks on the quilt that my eldest sister got married were all embroidered by my mother, just like the real thing. Xing'er stupidly didn't know what Dong Xiaoman meant. Showing off to herself, her mother is here.

"What else does your mother make that is particularly delicious?" Erya has followed Dong Xiaoman for so many years, of course she knows what Dong Xiaoman is thinking.

"Sauce duck. Every year during the Chinese New Year, my mother will make duck in sauce, but it is delicious. Apricot said with bright eyes.

"Oh? Ming'er, we also make a sauce duck ourselves, you can taste who is better with your mother. Dong Xiaoman said casually, took a chopstick pickle and put it in his mouth and tasted it carefully.

"Sauce duck? Mother, if you want to make more duck in sauce, bring it to my master and drink. Wei'er asked his mother.

"Okay, you'll pick two ducks after you've eaten in a while." Dong Xiaoman finished eating, put down his chopsticks and went to the kitchen to study pickles.

Wei'er picked two fat ducks from the duck rack in the backyard and threw them to the big horse for him to slaughter. Apricot in her eyes. I sighed in my heart. This family is really good, they can eat whatever they want. I just said that the sauce duck made by my mother is delicious. They're going to make duck with sauce.

This is something that can only be eaten during the Chinese New Year, they say that they can eat it, and they don't take it seriously. As everyone knows, they don't know that Dong Xiaoman's family takes food the most, because they themselves make a fortune on food.

Dong Xiaoman put the cleaned duck in the ventilation area at the kitchen door to dry, and soaked the duck in the prepared sauce early the next morning. The sauce is made with soy sauce, fennel, Sichuan pepper and cinnamon. The duck pricked with a long needle is full of holes, which makes it easier for the duck to absorb the flavor.

Simmer slowly over low heat, and remove after about half an hour. Take out the steaming rack and place the duck on the rack. The sauce at the bottom of the pot was never changed, and it slowly burned over medium heat for an hour.

Once the pot is ready, arrange the duck slices and pour the sauce over them.

"How about you try this duck in sauce!" Dong Xiaoman motioned for everyone to taste the food, although Wei Chi and Da Ma had heard of some of Dong Xiaoman's past things, they didn't know so much about it.

Wei'er grew up in such an environment since she was a child, and her mother is about to start trying dishes again. I took a bite and tasted it: "Well, it's the same as before." ”

"I remember that in our restaurant, this dish is not a signature dish." Erya whispered, Dong Xiaoman nodded.

Xing'er picked up the chopsticks and ate for a long time and refused to make a sound, Dong Xiaoman saw her expression clearly.

"Isn't it as delicious as your mother's cooking?" Xing'er nodded: "Actually, my great-grandmother's cooking is quite delicious, but it's not as delicious as my mother's." ”

Dong Xiaoman nodded: "I usually like to tinker with these foods, and you go and talk to your mother after eating." I want to taste the taste of that duck, and I need any ingredients. It's in my kitchen, and I have everything at home. ”

Xing'er nodded, and the dog mother came that night. He said with a smile: "I heard Xing'er say, you want to try the sauce duck I made." Hey, this kid can brag, I can't do that. ”

Erya smiled: "Look at what you said, we tasted your pickles and thought they were delicious." If it weren't for the apricot's mouth, we wouldn't know that you still have such good craftsmanship. ”

Dog Niang continued to be modest: "Whatever craftsmanship is not crafting, it is all done blindly." I can't usually eat it, how can I compare with you. It's good to eat usually, and I'm used to eating this big fish and meat, and I like our porridge and side dishes. ”

Dong Xiaoman said when he heard this: "I just said casually, I usually like to tinker with food for children." Don't worry about it, we don't mean anything else. ”

The dog's mother was scolded by the dog's father when she got home: "Usually you are a good-eyed person, and you always educate your daughter to understand the rules." What's wrong? If you make a duck, you'll be big? You're not a cook in the palace, so why are you so expensive? ”

The dog mother hurriedly explained: "Where people want to eat, I think it's the girl herself who stinks and shows off." Who are we, what we make can't be on the table. ”

The dog's father nodded and said, "That's right, I ate the dumplings they got back last time." There was another time when the girl brought back what was called roasted wheat, and she was reluctant to eat the green and yellow ones. Why would you want to eat that duck of yours? ”

The dog mother also said: "That's right, but I don't sound like it's fake." Are you really used to eating big fish and meat? ”

"I don't look like it, didn't my daughter say that she usually likes to tinker with food. I'm afraid that I don't think what I'm making is delicious, and I want to try someone else's. "The dog's father thought about it for a long time and thought it was possible.

"Oops, that's bad." The dog mother clapped her hands and snorted.

"What's wrong?" The dog's father was startled.

"Maybe they really want to taste it, but the Dong family girl is a little unhappy today. Oops, you say I'm a donkey brain. The dog slapped her thigh and said with annoyance.

"Hey, you'll be there early tomorrow morning. You're really, giving you face and not giving yourself a long face. Daddy Dog said.

Early the next morning, the dog mother went to Dong Xiaoman's house with her pickle secret, and said to the two masters of the Dong family with a humble and polite attitude: "Yesterday, I was blinded by my lard, thinking that the elders were joking." When I went back to our house, he gave me a good meal, and then I realized that the noble man was giving me face. ”

Dong Xiaoman shook his head and said, "It's not a big deal, don't take it to heart." I'm also a gluttonous person, and I ask you to do more. ”

After a few words of greeting, Dong Xiaoman personally led the dog to the kitchen. The duck is cut into small pieces and stacked neatly on a plate. Sichuan peppercorns, spices, fennel, cinnamon, etc. are all placed in a small dish for later use.

The dog mother first passed the duck through hot water to remove the oil and remove the earthy smell, and then put the duck in the broth and boiled it over high heat. I put the peppercorns, spices, fennel, and cinnamon in it, and scooped a large piece of sauce from the jar I brought with me.

After that, he squatted on the ground and kept adding fire to the stove pit, Dong Xiaoman couldn't help but say, "That's good?" ”

The dog mother wiped a handful of sweat and said, "Well, it's good to stew it for an hour." ”

Dong Xiaoman beckoned Xing'er to light the fire and invited the dog into the room to chat.

When the chatterbox of women's homes is opened, there is naturally gossip to say. Dong Xiaoman led the topic to food, and the dog mother began to talk about who made delicious food within a hundred miles, and who had family heirloom private dishes.

When the hour was about to begin, the dog mother reminded that you could turn off the fire and collect the soup and eat the sauce duck. Erya couldn't help but taste a piece when she was serving vegetables in the kitchen, and after chewing it, it was much more delicious than what she had made.

"You taste it, it does taste good." Erya handed Dong Xiaoman chopsticks, looking at Erya's expression, Dong Xiaoman didn't need to eat, and knew that it must be good.

Sure enough, the aroma was fragrant, Dong Xiaoman pursed his lips and smiled: "Xing'er is right, what she makes is better than what we make." ”

Erya couldn't help but wonder: "These materials are all ours, there is no difference." Could it be that we are doing something wrong? ”

Dong Xiaoman smiled: "You don't know, this duck is not our family's own material." The most important of these is neither the heat nor the method, but I think it is the credit of the sauce. ”

"Sauce?" Erya looked at the dog mother suspiciously, and the dog mother opened the jar she brought when she heard this: "Is grandmother talking about this big sauce?" ”

Dong Xiaoman hooked his palm and said excitedly: "Let me taste it." ”

The chopsticks gently picked it and put it in the mouth to smash it, and it felt a little familiar. After thinking about it for a long time, it suddenly dawned on me: "This sauce seems to be similar to the previous pickle!" (To be continued......)