Qian Qian's apple pie, Lao Zheng's wife Aunt Zhang was full of praise. Of course, Lao Zheng's family has average economic conditions, and Aunt Zhang is usually only willing to go to supermarkets or cheap chain bakeries to buy some desserts and snacks, and has not eaten high-quality expensive desserts.

Although Qian Qian's mille-feuille apple pie is an ordinary recipe, the material is strong, and the mille-feuille pie crust rolled by Qian Qian himself with very good quality flour and imported butter is naturally much stronger than the frozen finished pie crust used in ordinary bakeries outside.

Although Qian Qian is not talented in cooking, she is willing to work hard and can endure hard work, so she has practiced hard skills such as knife work, kneading skills, and rolling pie skin. Her apple pie crust was beautifully rolled out, with obvious layers, as thin as cicada wings, and Aunt Zhang admired it while eating.

Of course, Hao Xiuming would not let go of such a good opportunity to show off his granddaughter, and proudly announced that this apple pie was made by his little granddaughter, and then he gushed about how smart and capable the little granddaughter was, and she looked so proud that she couldn't even look down on Qian Qian.

Lao Zheng and his wife were very surprised, they didn't expect that the little girl who often came to buy pickles with her grandfather was really good at cooking!

"I've loved cooking since I was a kid." Qian Qian replied with a smile: "I cook in my house, how fun it is to cook." ”

Lao Zheng laughed: "I like to go into the kitchen at such a young age, do you want to be a cook in the future?" ”

"Not necessarily." Qian Qian looked at Lao Zheng's small shop and smiled innocently: "It's also good to open a pickle shop like Uncle Zheng, Uncle Zheng taught me to make pickles, and it will be good for me to open a pickle shop in the future." ”

Lao Zheng and Hao Xiuming laughed together, but no one took it seriously. Qian Qianqian sighed secretly and decided to find another way.

Early the next morning, Hao Xiuming sent Qian Qian to school, and Qian Qian instructed his grandfather at the school gate to go to the vegetable market to buy a white radish on the way back. Hao Xiuming nodded and agreed, originally the little granddaughter had the final say on what dishes to buy at home, and the little granddaughter was the overlord of the kitchen. Hao Xiuming thought, about today, eat radish......

According to his granddaughter's instructions, Hao Xiuming went to the vegetable market, carefully selected a white and fat white radish, and bought some beef. The radish beef soup seems to be quite delicious, and my granddaughter made it once last time.

It's just that the beef on this day seems to have been bought for nothing. Qian Qian went into the kitchen after finishing his homework after school, and he didn't know what to do inside, Hao Xiuming went to the kitchen several times, and saw that his granddaughter was boiling soy sauce and hot peppercorns, and there was a lot of pots and pots, and I didn't know what I was busy with, anyway, it must not be beef stew.

The dinner on this day was not so rich, Qian Qian simply fried the vegetables, boiled porridge in the rice cooker, and hurriedly dealt with the dinner.

Hao Xiuming wondered, such a simple dinner is worth his granddaughter's busy for so long? He can also cook this kind of meal, and he doesn't need his little granddaughter to do it. And, what about turnips?!

A few days later, just in time for Saturday, Hao Xiuming found out where the radish had gone. When he got up early in the morning, Qian Qian brought a small plate for Hao Xiuming to serve breakfast, and there was a little black radish pickle on the plate, which Qian Qian made according to the recipe he found on the Internet.

Hao Xiuming had high expectations for his little granddaughter's production, but as soon as the pickles were eaten, he found that they were far worse than the radish pickles sold by the old Zheng family. However, Hao Xiuming was not embarrassed to discourage his little granddaughter's enthusiasm, but just said that it was delicious.

Qian Qian didn't believe his words. After breakfast, he took a small lunch box with a little radish pickles, and directly took Hao Xiuming to the pickle shop of Lao Zheng's house.

"Uncle Zheng," Qian Qian opened his small lunch box to Lao Zheng and his wife: "This is the radish pickle I made." It looks similar to Uncle Zheng's, but it tastes so bad, and I don't know what's wrong, Uncle Zheng, you can try it. ”

Lao Zheng and his wife were very curious about the pickles made by Qian Qian, and they didn't expect that this little girl was quite mobile, and she really made pickles at home, and she looked decent.

Lao Zheng pinched a little shallow sauce radish and stuffed it into his mouth and tasted it, and then smiled: "It's the first time I did it, it's already very good." Let's tell Uncle Zheng, how did you do it? ”

Qian Qianzai carefully reported to Lao Zheng about his experience of making pickles, and the experienced Lao Zheng knew what her problem was when he heard it, and gave Qian Qian guidance very generously.

As a result, Hao Xiuming found that the frequency of buying radishes at home has been very high recently, and the little granddaughter seems to be enthusiastic about making pickles, and she is unrelenting in experimenting with radish pickles.

Although with Lao Zheng's guidance, but the inexperienced Qian Qian still can't succeed at one time, she practiced tirelessly for two months, and finally made a decent radish pickle, even Lao Zheng couldn't find fault with it, gave a thumbs up and praised, saying that it tasted almost the same as the radish pickles produced by herself.

Hao Xiuming, who had eaten radish pickles for breakfast for two months, thought, this little granddaughter with the spirit of study should stop, right? The radish pickles made are the same as those of the old Zheng family. Who knew that as soon as this little girl turned her face, she began to switch to cucumbers, the routine was the same as the radish pickles at the beginning, poor Hao Xiuming followed his little granddaughter to eat cucumbers for three months.

Six years later, Qian Qian graduated from primary school, she learned all the varieties of pickles of the Zheng family by hard work, because she came to ask questions all day long, the old Zheng couple almost regarded her as half a family baby, and the two brothers of the Zheng family were also very familiar with her.

This year's summer vacation, Lao Zheng finally began to teach Qian Qian to make yellow sauce and soy sauce, he looked at Qian Qian, who nested in his small workshop, sweating hot and sweating against the scorching heat of soy sauce, couldn't figure out how a good little girl liked to learn these.

"Uncle, you should learn all these skills." Lao Zheng nagged while instructing Qian Qian to steam soybeans: "Such a hard work, why do you have to learn this, you see that the two brothers of the uncle's family don't want to learn." ”

"I think it's fun, I want to learn." Qian Qian smiled and said nonsense, in fact, she doesn't like to learn, the traditional craft of making sauce and soy sauce is really tiring, okay! Steaming beans is hot and damp, and it is even more tireless to dry the sauce under the sun. Lao Zheng and his wife have worked in such an environment for decades, and it is really hard.

"It's fine." Lao Zheng sighed slightly: "If you weren't willing to learn, my family heirloom craft would be lost." It doesn't matter if you don't open a pickle shop in the future, this craft is not lost in my hands, and I feel better. I'm old, I can't do it anymore, and I want to take the store and return to my hometown in two years, and I will teach you everything I can teach in these two years. ”

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