Huo Guang's eyes swept to Wang Yi who was standing not far away, watching him keep swallowing saliva and still immersed in his own world, he knew that this kid must be concerned about lewd meat and buns, he couldn't help but snicker in his heart, shook his head helplessly, and then said to him, "If you want to eat, don't hurry up and make a fire." ”

Junma's words were like a bolt of lightning, just smashed on Wang Yi's head, of course Wang Yi wanted to eat, and he really wanted to eat, what is it to make a fire, at this time let him go to heaven and earth, as long as he can eat the meat bun that Junma said just now, he feels excited when he thinks about it, no need to hesitate, Wang Yi ran to the stove with a smoke.

Meat sandwich bun is a traditional delicacy in Shaanxi, the bun breaks the sandwich something, the production is very simple, this way of eating or similar food is called sandwich bun. The one with the vegetables is called the vegetable bun, the one with the meat is called the meat bun, the one that is soaked and eaten is collectively called the steamed bun, what soup is called what the bun, and the mutton soup is called the mutton steamed bun, although Huo Guang is not from Shaanxi, but he likes to eat these since he was a child, especially like to eat the meat steamed bun.

Huo Guang, who has a soft spot for pasta, will make a lot of noodles in addition to meat sandwich buns, but he thinks that meat sandwich buns are easier to learn, the production method is simple, and it is more suitable for old women to sell, and he can make a living by opening a small shop or in the streets and alleys in the future, the market and sales must be good, Huo Guang has this information.

He hopes that in the future, the old woman can make a living with the meat sandwich bun, no, to be precise, it is through the meat sandwich bun to make life better, Huo Guang subconsciously swept everything around, touched the wall that will drop slag, looked up and could see the roof of the sky, did not dare to touch the tables and chairs for fear of falling apart, you can always see the rice jar at the bottom of the tank, and the thin Duo'er who only has bones left but is always full of smiling faces, Huo Guang's heart is infinitely emotional, with a skill, the life of the old woman drinking Qiao'er will definitely be better in the future.

When Wang Yi lit the fire, Huo Guang could just use this time to make dough buns, which were not ordinary cakes, but had to be fermented, which was what later generations called dough cakes.

Although it was autumn now, the temperature was not particularly cold, so the fermentation speed was very fast, and it didn't take long for the flour to ferment to the extent that Huo Guang wanted.

The old woman had been in a state of half-belief, she couldn't believe it, her face was delicate and handsome, and the county horse who was pampered in the Hou Mansion and did not worry about food and clothing could cook, and she could recognize the things in the kitchen clearly, and the old woman was surprised.

What happened next made the old woman a little stunned, she originally wanted to volunteer to help and noodles, after all, there was not much flour at home, if the county horse was just playing, wasting the flour, because of distrust, so he proposed to let himself make noodles, but was categorically rejected by the county horse, the old woman was extremely distressed to see the little flour left in her own house under the hand of the county horse.

However, with Huo Guang's skillful technique, when the movements that were finer than her were displayed in front of the old woman, her eyes widened in surprise, this scene was almost impossible.

The corners of the old woman's eyes trembled slightly, and as Huo Guang's hand flew powerfully on the dough, the dough changed shape with his strength as if it had been magical.

After a while, the large dough was divided into many small doughs by Huo Guang.

Not to mention that the old woman didn't know that Huo Guang would do these things before, even Wang Yi, who knew that Junma was a god and had eaten the delicious food made by Junma himself, was also looked at stupidly.

Wang Yi looked at Junma stupidly, this is the first time he has seen Junma cook food with his own eyes, Wang Yi rarely goes to the kitchen, it used to be Junma who took the initiative to reward food, he originally thought that it was no different from ordinary cooks cooking, but he didn't expect that he still underestimated Junma.

Soon, Huo Guang pasted the dough cake on the stove and burned it, and in the blink of an eye, the cakes were ready, and the simple room was filled with the sweet smell of dough.

Duo'er jumped over and said excitedly, "Big brother, is the delicious food ready?" A pair of big watery eyes stared at the dough and swallowed saliva.

Huo Guang hooked the corners of his mouth and said patiently, "Is this delicious?" Duo'er underestimated the big brother, wait a minute, there is something more delicious. ”

Duo'er looked at the dough neatly placed in the basket not far away, swallowed her saliva twice, although she wanted to eat it in her heart, but she knew that it was not time to eat, so she silently stepped aside, but her big eyes were still staring at the dough.

Duo'er stepped back sensibly, and another big gluttonous worm suddenly pounced, "Junma, give the little one a taste, that cake ...... It's so fragrant. Just eat one or not. Wang Yi put on a pitiful look, and his eyes were about to fall on the dough.

Huo Guang's cold knife eyes swept Wang Yi, did not speak, and continued to take the next step.

Sometimes it's so strange, I just wanted to eat, but the more I couldn't eat, the more hungry I felt, Wang Yi's stomach was hungry, and in order to express his dissatisfaction, he shouted loudly.

"Junma......" Wang Yi continued to cry pitifully and softly.

Huo Guang rolled his eyes and continued to make the most important braised pork.

In his heart, braised meat is the easiest, as long as it is delicious, whatever you want, the purpose is that the braised meat tastes good, tastes fragrant, tastes good, is rotten enough, and does not stuff your teeth.

In the blink of an eye, the pork belly that had been cut into small pieces and a group of Huo Guang felt that they could meet all the things he asked for.

The soup wrapped in pork belly is tumbling in the pot, making a tempting grunting sound, the soup slowly becomes viscous, and the color of the pork belly becomes more and more shiny.

The dilapidated house that leaked everywhere was now filled with the delicious aroma of braised pork.

If the aroma of the dough just now was enough to make Wang Yi swallow his saliva, at this moment, the aroma of braised meat Wang Yi had no time to swallow the saliva in his mouth, and almost flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

The old woman went from being stunned when Huo Guang kneaded her dough to being shocked at the moment, the dignified county horse was cooking in her house, and it was a meat bun that she had never seen before, or even heard of.

Huo Guang didn't care about the strange eyes of the people around him and the saliva that kept swallowing, and put all his energy on the production of the meat sandwich bun, the braised meat had all been done, the soup was dried up, and the three pairs of eyes were staring at Huo Guang's actions, looking forward to the order of the county horse, they could eat the braised meat, their brains were blank, and there was only fragrant food in their eyes.

Wang Yi swallowed back the saliva that almost flowed out of the corners of his mouth, stared at Huo Guang's hands with straight eyes, and said, "Junma, can I eat it?" ”

Huo Guang ignored Wang Yi and continued to get busy.

But in the next scene, Wang Yi was stunned. Huo Guang did not put out the braised pork, but first picked up a dough cake, cut a knife in the middle, and sandwiched the braised meat in the center.

The old woman had never seen braised pork before, let alone this way of eating, Huo Guang handed her the meat bun in his hand, "Grandma, you try it." ”