After eating the leek-stuffed bun in his hand in two bites, Ma Zongheng sighed with satisfaction, "This guy still eats hard, much stronger than the old Fannaraush steak!" ”

Regarding the big bun stuffed with leeks, Lao Ma has a plot that is difficult to give up on it. Lao Ma was born in a small village on the outskirts of Qingshan City, and his ancestors migrated here from the north, and instead of living a life of fishing like the local people, he continued to insist on cultivating the land to make ends meet.

Every year in late spring, just after the valley rain, grandma will start preparing the first leek bun of the year for the whole family.

Early in the morning, when Ma Zongheng was still cowering in the bed, the grandmother got up early, began to mix the dough with warm water with yeast, and after the dough was reconciled, she covered it with a cage cloth and put it in a warm place to let it rise. The local people in Qingshan City have a saying that they do not eat the first stubble of leeks, believing that the first stubble of leeks every year is a hair product, and eating it is harmful to the body. But my grandmother regarded them as treasures, and carefully selected the leaves and roots that were slightly dried at the ends, washed them and stacked them neatly together, and from a distance the good leeks looked like a large piece of emerald jade; When I got closer, there were some small droplets of water hanging on the green leaves, trembling slightly, like countless green elves exuding the vitality of nature.

Then it's time to deal with the minced meat. Grandma Ma divided the prepared pork hind leg into fat and lean meat, first cut the fat into pieces of meat the size of half a finger's belly, cut it and put it aside for later use, and then took the lean meat and spread it on the cutting board. Grandma handled lean meat differently from others, and did not rush to chop the meat with a kitchen knife, but took out a huge rolling pin and kept slapping it on the lean meat, making a "bangbang" sound.

At this time, Pony will be woken up by the sound, and reflexively quickly get dressed and rush to the kitchen. "Stinky boy, such a smart nose! Grandma hasn't mixed the stuffing yet, and you're here! It's still early, I'll give you a big bun with leeks at noon! The milk ** didn't reply, but I heard the movement of the little gluttonous cat behind me. The pony didn't squeak when he entered the kitchen, but sat quietly on the small bench at the kitchen door, holding his cheeks in both hands and watching his grandmother's busy back.

After a while, the rolling pin rose and fell in the grandmother's hand, and finally slapped the lean meat on the cutting board into a meat puree, and the grandmother used a large basin to put away the meat puree, beat an egg into the basin, sprinkled some salt, star anise powder, pepper powder and other spices, and then poured a little soy sauce and sesame oil into it, and began to stir it in the basin with a pair of large chopsticks. Only then did she turn around, holding a large basin of minced meat in her arms, and while mixing the filling, she smiled and said to the pony, "What are you doing here?" Look at the way you look at your eyes, it's useless to be anxious, you have to wait for grandma to steam the buns before you can eat them! "It's smelly! It's scented!! Pony's attention was now on the basin in Grandma's hand, his nose twitching, the smell of spices mixed together filled the air in the kitchen, and the fragrance wafted in to lure him, making his neck stretch long, and his head swirling around with the basin in Grandma's hand. Grandma Ma was amused by him when she saw his funny appearance, turned around and put the meat bowl back on the stove, added some cold boiled water to it, and began to stir again. The next thing is to add water, stir, add water, stir, and the meat puree, which was originally only a small half basin, seems to have become more after being processed by grandma. After the meat filling was ready, Grandma Ma cut the leeks into small pieces less than half an inch long, poured them into the basin where the meat filling was placed, and continued to stir the minced ginger evenly.

"You kid, don't sit there stupidly, if you want to eat early, get up and help! Go, bring the big basin in the back room. It was morning after all this, and the old man was a little tired, and he rubbed his stiff back while directing the pony to crisscross it. When the pony got the order, he ran into the house with a swoop of smoke and brought the basin where Grandma had left to ferment. Grandma lifted the cloth on top, and the dough nearly doubled in size through fermentation, turning into a round, smooth-surfaced "jumboum" dough. "Look, doesn't this look like your ass?" Seeing that her face was quite successful, she was in a better mood and made a joke about the pony. Pony licked his lips and said, "Grandma, don't talk nonsense!" Hurry up and pinch the buns! I'm starving to death, I haven't eaten breakfast! "Okay, okay, grandma will start pinching now, see if you're in a hurry!" Grandma pressed her fingers on the dough, and the elasticity of the dough seemed to respond to her: "Everything is ready, you can start making steamed buns."

Kneading dough, rolling the skin, and stuffing, in each bun, grandma will add one or two diced fatty meat that has been cut before. The pony sat on the small bench and looked up at the grandmother who was toiling there, her wrinkled hands fluttering up and down like butterflies in the flowers, and the wrapped buns were like flowers blooming in the flowers. Gradually, grandma's hands turned into phantoms in the pony's eyes, and the vertical and horizontal wrinkles on the back of the hand were invisible, as if they had turned into folds and landed on the bun...

"Alright! Wait for half an hour and you'll be ready to eat! Grandma put the lid on the steamer and smiled kindly at the pony, "Grandma will make you some more soup to drink." ”

When grandma's soup is ready, it's time for the buns to come out of the pot. Looking at the pony sitting on the small bench and not daring to move, she smiled and said, "The buns are steamed, ready to eat!" "Cleaned up the stove a little, filled the pony with a full bowl, and took a few buns from the steamer and placed them in front of him." Eat wow! ”

The soup is the most common cucumber and egg drop soup, and the buns are the most common pork stuffed buns with leeks. It's just two simple foods, but they are inseparable foods in Ma Zongheng's life! "Eat wow wow wow! Eat more! Head stubble leeks, eat with great strength! Give grandma a big man to the next generation! ”

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"The first stubble of leek stuffed buns, I can eat five in one meal!" The old horse slowly came out of the memories, the tenderness in his eyes still did not dissipate, and he let out a sigh of emotion. Looking up at the sign of "Genting Private Primary School", he remembered that it was time for school in the morning, and the bustling children passed in front of him. Suddenly, the old horse's eyes lit up, and a tall, thin boy came into his field of vision.

"This is a good seedling!" Lao Ma was secretly happy, and he found such a good candidate on the first day he came out. hurriedly walked up and stopped the boy: "Classmate, wait a minute!" ”

The boy turned around and saw that it was a middle-aged uncle who was quirky, and couldn't help but be defensive: "What are you going to do?" This is the school gate! The security guards are there! He gestured to the security guard at the door.

Ma Zongheng hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Don't be nervous, I am the coach of a team, looking at your figure, you are really born to play basketball!" Are you interested in training with our team? With that, he grinned and smiled what he thought was charming.

The boy frowned, and the disgust on his face became more obvious, "Hey~~, uncle, can you clean the vegetable leaves on your teeth, eat leek stuffing in the morning!" ”