Su Yining didn't bother to bother with him, just glanced at him, then lowered his head and continued to eat powder.

Su Yijin saw that she was eating seriously, her mouth was full, and she kept feeding her mouth.

I squint my eyes with pleasure every time I take a bite, and it's cute.

Su Yijin touched her head dotingly, and said with a smile: "Eat slowly." ”

"Uh-huh!"

Su Yining nodded, although he agreed, but the speed of eating did not slow down at all.

Su Yijin was a little helpless, I really didn't see it before, it turned out that this little girl was still a foodie!

Su Yining finished eating, and even drank the soup cleanly.

She looked at the empty bowl in front of her, touched her stomach, and pouted, how did she feel that she was not full?

Su Yijin saw her careful thoughts, reached out and rubbed her head, and said, "Let's go, brother will take you to buy other delicious food!" ”

"Okay!"

Su Yining, who was originally a little lost, instantly became energetic.

followed behind Su Yijin with a fart.

The two walked to a stall on the side of the road, and the stall owner was an old man, who was shouting loudly: "Selling pot helmets ~ brown sugar pot helmets ~ salt and pepper pot helmets ~ pot helmets pouring cold powder~"

"Uncle, how do you sell pot helmets?"

Before Su Yijin could speak, she heard a familiar voice.

The two looked at the source of the sound and saw Bai Zhusheng standing behind them.

Su Yijin is not surprised, this is the Mid-Autumn Festival soon, and every household in the village will rush to the scene. Just smiled and greeted: "Brother Zhusheng? You're coming to the scene too? ”

"Hmm!" Bai Zhusheng nodded.

Su Yining was a little surprised: "What a coincidence, Bai Zhusheng!" ”

"It's a coincidence!" Bai Zhusheng raised his hand and touched his nose.

He wouldn't say that he expected the two of them to come to the market to buy something, so he came to town.

He didn't know that he saw them from the time the two of them came out after eating the noodles, and then followed them all the way to the pot helmet stall.

"Brown sugar pot helmet and salt and pepper pot helmet two texts, pot helmet poured (cold powder) three texts. What kind of pot helmet do you want? The old man spoke.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Little sister, what do you want to eat?"

Two voices rang out at the same time.

Su Yining glanced at the two of them, thought for a while, and then spoke: "I want to eat both!" ”

"Okay, no problem, Brother Zhusheng, what do you want to eat?" Su Yijin asked Bai Zhusheng again.

Bai Zhusheng was stunned for a moment: "Let's fill the pot helmet!" ”

"Good!" Su Yijin turned around and said to the old man: "Uncle, five pot helmets, two salt and pepper pot helmets, and two brown sugar pot helmets." ”

"Okay! There are ready-made ones of salt and pepper, but the ones of brown sugar have to be freshly made, a few of you wait! ”

After speaking, the old man pulled off two lumps of dough, rolled them into long strips with a rolling pin, smeared them with a layer of puff pastry, rolled them up, and rolled them into long strips.

Finally, add a spoonful of boiled brown sugar syrup to each of them, roll them up, dip them in sesame seeds at both ends, and roll them into two round cakes the size of palms.

After rolling it out, the old man put the two dough cakes on the iron plate on the stove beside him.

Sear until both sides are slightly yellow, then lift the iron plate and put it on the inner wall of the stove.

Taking advantage of this time, the old man began to make pot helmet filling.

He lifted the gauze on the table, revealing a large piece of cold powder.

Take out five small bowls from the side, scrape five bowls of cold vermicelli with a spatula, add various seasonings and mix well.

He took out five salt-and-pepper pot helmets from the basket on one side, the pot helmets were hollow after they were cooked, cut them from the side with a knife, and then poured the cold powder into them.

The old man said while doing it: "The pot helmet is also filled with salt and pepper pot helmet, I see that there are only three of you, and the other two should be taken home, so I will pour three hot ones for you, and the other two are filled with cold pot helmets. ”

Five pots were poured with helmets, and the three old men who took the food wrapped them casually with lotus leaves, mainly to prevent the juice from flowing into their hands.

The other two were carefully wrapped in oiled paper and tied with hemp rope so that they would not fall apart.

At this time, the brown sugar pot helmet in the stove was also ready, and the old man took it out with a clip, and took out two pepper and salt pot helmets, which were wrapped in oiled paper.

Su Yijin paid and put a few wrapped ones into the back basket on her back.

Then he took three pots and handed two of them to Su Yining and Bai Zhusheng.

Bai Zhusheng looked at the pot helmet in his hand with a strange expression......