Zhao Shuang remembered that in the past, the steamed buns made by the little apprentice were the most delicious, and the thousand-layer steamed buns he made were layer by layer, circle by circle, and they were so flexible...... It's delicious.

Zhao Shuang licked the saliva at the corner of his mouth, but it was a pity that the little apprentice had a bad temper and ran away from home at every turn. Why did the last time come?

That's right, because on his birthday, he had to take Zhao Shuang to the top of Longshan Mountain to play.

What's there to do in Yongsan? There are no good ingredients, and there are no restaurants that can be entered. How can you make steamed buns at home, and then gather your brothers and sisters to make some good dishes?

When she said no, the little apprentice ran away in anger and went to work as a chef in a well-known restaurant in France, and did not return until she died.

After the little apprentice ran to France, other apprentices told her that the little apprentice spent half a month on the top of Longshan Mountain, and actually hoped to spend it alone with Zhao Shuang on his birthday.

Zhao Shuang really can't understand, how can there be joy alone? On a birthday, there is only one apprentice to make the specialty dish, how can there be a group of apprentices to make the specialty dish together, and get together at a table to enjoy it? Besides, how can there be top-of-the-line kitchen equipment available on the top of Dragon Mountain?

I really can't understand the thinking pattern of the little apprentice?

Zhao Shuang shook his head, no longer thinking about the grievances and grievances in his previous life, and focused on eating and drinking in front of him.

Rou Niang poured the freshly ground flour into the dustpan to dry, and Bai Cuiqing was busy preparing steamed buns with noodles.

However, ancient times are as good as ancient times, this is pure stone ground flour, with its own minerals.

"You wait a minute!" Zhao Shuang hurriedly spoke out to stop Bai Cuiqing's hand that was rudely trying to grab the dough that had been made in the morning.

"What's wrong? Frost girl. Bai Cuiqing's hand hung over the basin and asked puzzledly.

Zhao Shuang said: "When the old noodles and new noodles of steamed buns are mixed, it is very particular. ”

Zhao Shuang instructed Bai Cuiqing to mix and knead the dough, and the process was much more cumbersome than making steamed buns by herself, but as a laborer who made a living by selling rice, she didn't feel hard at all, but looked forward to the steamed buns she made.

Zhao Shuang is also looking forward to this kind of pure stone-ground and handmade steamed buns.

The wooden cage drawer began to emit white gas, and the smell of steamed buns wafted in, reminding people of the golden wheat waves full of eyes.

Smelling the wheat fragrance of steamed buns, Rou Niang's saliva fell down one by one: "Mother, the steamed steamed buns you steamed today are particularly fragrant, how many steamed buns can I eat at noon today?" ”

Bai Cuiqing said angrily: "How many steamed buns do you still want to eat?" Have you finished digesting the eight nests you ate in the morning? ”

Zhao Shuang's nose can barely smell the smell, as a foodie, the days without taste and smell are really terrifying. More than anyone else, she needs tastyness to restore her sense of taste and smell.

In the expectation of the woman, the steamed bun is finally ripe.

Rou Niang drooled and said: "The steamed bun is pickles, it is extremely delicious, I will serve the pickles!" ”

Bai Cuiqing had the heart to stop Rou Niang from going to the baby pickles used to attract business, but when she thought that Miss Shuang'er was there, she couldn't help but hold back when the words came to her mouth, and changed her words: "As long as you are greedy, you will eat later, I will serve rice, you send it to Lord Zhao first, and we will eat it when we come back." She always remembered the verbal agreement with Zhao Shuang.

White flour steamed buns, corn porridge, small pickles, the farmhouse rice is light but has a unique charm.

Zhao Shuang beckoned: "Let's eat first, and when I go back after eating, I will bring food to my father." "Dad is busy at this moment, and he is also hanging when he sends it over, Zhao Shuang is a modern foodie, but he doesn't care about the false courtesy of the ancients.

When Rou Niang heard that she could eat it first, she excitedly grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it in her mouth, bit half of it, chewed it a few times, and the other half of the steamed bun also went down.

Rou Niang, who was smacking her mouth, took advantage of Bai Cuiqing's inattention, and quickly picked up the second steamed bun and stuffed it into her mouth.

Bai Cuiqing shouted: "Dead Nizi, this is a steamed bun, don't eat it again!" ”

Zhao Shuang smiled, picked up a steamed bun and took a bite, it was quite strong, there was a delicious value of 0.0001, and with the belly of the steamed bun, the sense of taste and smell seemed to be a little looser.

Bai Cuiqing picked up the steamed bun and took a bite, praising it: "It's delicious, it's strong, and crispy, I've never eaten such a delicious steamed bun!" ”

The three of them were eating when there was a knock at the door.

Rou Niang reluctantly got up to open the door, and when she got up, she didn't forget to quickly snatch a steamed bun from Bai Cuiqing's surveillance.

Bai Cuiqing scolded Nizi and hurriedly enjoyed the delicious steamed buns.

At the door, there was the sound of Rou Niang opening the door and the young man's voice:

"The bamboo board sounds, Wishing you prosperity and health, girl, how many steamed buns to eat?"

"Rou Niang, your steamed buns at noon today are particularly fragrant!"

It turned out to be asking for food, and the white and green steamed buns were fragrant, attracting beggars.

Listen to the voices, these beggars have very immature voices, the voices of young people.

Zhao Shuang chewed the steamed bun and turned his head to look at the gate of the courtyard.

"What do you see, don't you even recognize the savior?" Standing at the front, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy saw Zhao Shuang turn his head and immediately shouted at her.

A lifesaver? Zhao Shuang looked confused, could it be that this little beggar saved his predecessor in the past? It's troublesome to have no memory.

Rou Niang immediately helped Zhao Shuang defend and said, "Fu Ning boy, don't get me wrong, how can Miss Shuang'er be an ungrateful person?" It's just that Miss Shuang'er drowned and suffered a head injury, and she can't remember a lot of things from before. I didn't even recognize my mother and I this morning! ”

The little beggar smiled contemptuously: "Amnesia? That's a good excuse for being ungrateful! ”

Bai Cuiqing picked up a few steamed buns and walked to the door and said with a smile: "Fu Ning, even if Miss Shuang'er forgets what happened before, Lord Zhao still remembers that you saved Miss Shuang'er's great kindness, and Lord Zhao will naturally repay it." ”

While speaking, she gave the steamed buns to Rou Niang, although Rou Niang was a little reluctant, but she still happily distributed the steamed buns to a few little beggars: "Take it, the steamed steamed buns in my house today are delicious, this is the Shuang'er girl instructed my mother to steam, don't say that the Shuang'er girl is ungrateful, if there is no her, how can you eat such delicious steamed buns?" ”

The little beggar actually saved himself, Zhao Shuang got up and walked to the door, recognizing his life-saving father.

The boy looked thirteen or fourteen years old, delicate and white, although he was a beggar, dressed in tatters, but not dirty at all, his hair was neatly tied up in a bun, his face, neck, and hands were white and clean, if it were not for the patches on his clothes, old and new, of different sizes, it would really not be possible to recognize such a handsome young man as a beggar.

This made Zhao Shuang's impression of this little beggar instantly a lot better.

In people's inherent impression, it seems that beggars should be disheveled, dirty, sour and smelly, jumping up and down with fleas all over their bodies.

But Zhao Shuang thinks that the dirty beggar is the most unprofessional performance, as a beggar, you don't have to be busy with work and overtime 996, nor do you start a business, the source of income is to rely on other people's charity, you don't clean yourself up, dirty and smelly people want people to give you money!