The children were obediently picking beans in the house, and Mrs. Qian and Cui'er were boiling water in the kitchen to prepare noodles for sticky bean buns.

The sticky bean buns in this backing mountain are all made of yellow rice noodles, a sticky bean bun with a big fist, half noodles and half bean paste, sweet and soft and glutinous, very delicious. But when this pack of sticky bean buns, it is a physically demanding job, not to mention anything else, let's just say that the yellow rice noodles used in this pack of sticky bean buns are many and sticky, and if you want to make noodles, you have to have a strong man.

And when this is noodles, there is another difference from usual, that is, the water used for sticky bean buns and noodles is not ordinary cold water, but slightly scalding boiling water. At this time, Mrs. Qian and Cui'er boiled the water in front of the stove, and then let it cool, so that they could make noodles.

Lian Qingshan took out the jar of sticky bean buns that he had prepared early, and after carefully scrubbing it, he moved the vat and yellow rice noodles into the house. This yellow rice noodle and finish is to send a night, in winter the mountain in the middle of the night is very cold, the kitchen is cold and cold, after the yellow rice noodle and finished, put it in the east house, this noodle can be good.

Mrs. Qian watched Lian Qingshan move the vat, as if she was taking something casually, and couldn't help but envy in her heart, if her father-in-law could have such strength, why would he be injured by the people of the Qian family's own family in the first place, and now he can't get up from the kang?

Thinking of the Qian family, Mrs. Qian's heart was sour, this is winter, the shopkeeper Qian is not in good health and can't go out, and it is not good for a woman's family to inquire about buying a house, if it weren't for Cui'er's family, I am afraid that my family would have to sleep on the streets.

"Sister-in-law, this water is almost boiling, I'll see how the children are in the house, if the children's beans are picked, when the green mountains and noodles are made later, we will boil the beans." Cui'er looked at Mrs. Qian's face with a look of concern, and she didn't know that she thought of the Qian family's bad things again. There was no way to say or persuade about this matter, so he changed the topic and distracted Mrs. Qian.

"Hey, good!" Mrs. Qian came back to her senses. She turned around a little embarrassedly, thinking about how to explain, but saw Cui'er's back that had turned out, and at the same time she was relieved, she couldn't help but sigh.

Even Qingshan had already moved the large vat and yellow rice noodles used for noodles into the house at this time, and at this time he was pouring two bags of yellow rice noodles into the jar, and the top and bottom 100 catties of yellow rice noodles filled the vat half full. If you pour water later, and then let it go overnight, the tank should be full.

"There are so many catties of yellow rice noodles in a hundred catties?!" Cui'er saw that the bowl used for noodles was as thick as herself, and waist-high. Now it's half full, it's really shocking.

"Hehe, wait for a while to add water and noodles, and you'll know what to call more." Lian Qingshan looked at Cui'er's look of interest, couldn't help laughing, and then turned around and took out a wooden stick the thickness of a little tiger's arm from the board cabinet and took the stick. He stood there with an uncertain expression.

Cui'er had seen this stick in the cabinet, the stick was about the thickness of a child's arm, about one meter five long, and the surface was polished very smooth, looking like a rolling pin, but I didn't know what it was used for. Now I saw Lian Qingshan standing there with the stick. Cui'er's heart moved, did this stick have anything to do with sticky bean buns?

"Cui'er, come and see ......" Lian Qingshan called Cui'er to him, and said to Cui'er with this stick, "This stick is when I was a child." My dad went up the mountain to get it back in order to make sticky bean buns, you see how straight it is...... At the beginning, my father and my mother took me and Qinghe, every winter, I also had to wrap sticky bean buns, at that time, my dad and my mother wrapped sticky bean buns, Qinghe and I sat on the kang and waited, and waited until a pot of sticky bean buns were wrapped, not in a hurry to freeze up, first steaming a big pot out, that fragrant and sweet taste, I can't forget it until now......" Even Qingshan's expression was filled with a touch of sadness and nostalgia, his father and mother who had passed away a long time ago, as well as good memories of his childhood, made his voice a little lonely.

"Qingshan......" Cui'er looked at Lian Qingshan's somewhat sad appearance, couldn't help but walk to his side, and pulled Lian Qingshan's hand to her stomach, "Qingshan, when we celebrate the New Year, go up the mountain and kowtow to my father, we have a child, and we should comfort my father." ”

"Hmm......" Lian Qingshan nodded when he heard this, looking at the smooth wooden stick, after a while, he took a deep breath, and when he raised his head again, his face was full of smiles, and he couldn't see a trace of sadness.

"Cui'er, the water is ready!" Mrs. Qian also cleaned up her emotions at this time, entered the east room with a smile, and looked at the children playing happily on the kang, her heart was slightly relieved, and she said to Cui'er.

"Okay, let's make a face!" Cui'er nodded when she heard this, and walked to the kitchen with Lian Qingshan.

The boiled water was poured into the bucket, and the two large buckets full of water were carried to the east house by Qingshan, and the water was already slightly cool, just enough to use with noodles. Cui'er helped Lian Qingshan clean the noodles stick, and saw Lian Qingshan pour a whole bucket of water into the vat, and then stir it with the noodles stick.

When the children saw that they were going to make noodles, they didn't pick beans one by one, and they all ran over to see the excitement, clustered around the big tank, and watched with their eyes on how such a big pot of yellow rice noodles was mixed into dough.

The noodles are sticky and hot, and the vat is steaming in an instant, and even Qingshan obviously has some experience in this and noodles, scooping some water from the bucket from time to time and adding it to the dough, and after a while, he will combine a large vat of yellow rice noodles into dough.

The dryness and wetness of the dough are okay, but the situation of the dough is not enough, Lian Qingshan rolled up his sleeves high, washed his arms with the remaining water in the bucket, and then put his two hands into the jar and vigorously reconciled the dough.

Lian Qingshan's hands were strong, and the dough in the jar was wet and soft with strength, this came and went, but it took a lot of effort, and after a while, Lian Qingshan's head was sweating. Cui'er hurriedly took out the handkerchief in her sleeve and wiped her sweat for Lian Qingshan.

After a full quarter of an hour, Lian Qingshan finally reconciled the dough and moved the jar to a hot place next to the kang head. Cui'er put a wet cage cloth on top of the vat again, which can be regarded as a good thing of making noodles.

In the afternoon, Mrs. Qian and Cui'er took the children to talk and pick up beans until it was time to make dinner. The beans have been picked up.

Mrs. Qian was afraid that Cui'er would be tired, so she took the picked beans back to the old yard, and took advantage of the time after dinner to cook the red beans until they were soft and rotten, and pressed them into bean paste with a spoon, which saved Cui'er a lot of effort.

Early the next morning, Mrs. Qian dragged her family to Cui'er's house with the finished bean paste filling, just as Cui'er saw that the yellow rice noodles in the big vat were also ready, and the two of them summed up and took advantage of this morning's work to make some sticky bean buns. It's also good to eat fresh at noon.

Sticky bean buns, the happiest thing is the children, Yugui ran to Cui'er's house early in the morning, and never returned to his home, sticking behind the girl. took the little tiger around the big vat of yellow rice noodles, and smiled happily.

Because there are only two women in the two families, but they have to pack a large vat of sticky bean buns, even Qingshan feels sorry that Cui'er is pregnant, although he is a man, he does not shy away from coming to help, and the shopkeeper Qian who was lying on the kang to recuperate and Yufu, who was stuffy in the house and studying, were also called by Mrs. Qian. The two families made sticky bean buns together, and it was very lively to talk and laugh.

The dough of the sticky bean bun is already soft and sticky, and after waking up overnight and fermenting a little, it becomes more and more sticky. Lian Qingshan sprinkled a large handful of noodles in the bulging vat, and then stretched out his hand to scoop it vigorously. I fished out a large lump of yellow rice noodles in my hand, transported it to the edge of the table, and carefully divided it into small balls.

Cui'er held the soft dough in her hand, scooped a large spoonful of bean paste filling, and then clumped it with both hands. I held the yellow rice dough on it, put the closing place down, and put it on the specially prepared leaves, and this soft and golden sticky bean bun was freshly baked!

Even Qingshan's speed of dividing the dough is very fast, and the speed at which Mrs. Qian and Cui'er make sticky bean buns is not slow, and the cooperation of the three of them is not bad, but the shopkeeper Qian and Qian Yufu next to them obviously have never done housework, sitting on the kang with two hands, and they have the heart to help, but they don't know how to help.

Lian Qingshan looked at the appearance of the two of them, and after quickly making more than a dozen noodles, he took out a large ball of noodles and put it in front of Qian Shopkeeper and Qian Yufu, and slowly demonstrated it a few times, then Qian Yufu learned, and followed Lian Qingshan's appearance to learn, and he would be able to do it in a while.

Although the money shopkeeper has injuries on his body, now seeing such a scene, he can't help but hold a dough, he is no longer the shopkeeper of the famous Qian family's shop, the head of the family should be a man's work, and he has to pick it up again.

In doing so, the money shopkeeper seemed to have regained some of the feeling of helping his wife do the work when he was young, the movements in his hands became more and more neat, and the unnatural expression on his face was much softened.

Cui'er saw that the sticky bean buns were enough for a meal, so she went to the kitchen to make a fire, boiled water, and steamed the sticky bean buns full of baskets.

With the help of the money shopkeeper, the speed of making the dough is faster, Cui'er and Mrs. Qian have two sticky bean buns, Qian Yufu helps to make the dough, and from time to time sends a steamed curtain wrapped sticky bean buns to the outside to freeze, and the children are responsible for transporting the leaves of the sticky bean buns and the wrapped sticky bean buns, and from time to time they can also steal a bite of sweet bean paste filling, and everyone in the room has a smile on their faces.

By the time the two families had wrapped the sticky bean buns, the sticky bean buns that had been steamed in the pot had already been ready. The steaming sticky bean buns were brought out, and the two families sat around to eat lunch, and the happy atmosphere made everyone feel very good.

Cui'er held the golden steaming sticky bean bun in her hand, and she was very happy in her heart, and gently bit open the soft, glutinous and very elastic skin, and the sweetness of the bean paste filling mixed with the heat rushed into Cui'er's nose, so that Cui'er couldn't help but move her index finger, and she didn't care that the sticky bean bun was still hot, so she ate it one bite at a time.

The house is filled with the fragrance of sticky bean buns, and in the icy snow outside the house, pieces of golden sticky bean buns shine in the sun, which is the favorite delicacy of the simple mountain people in winter.

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