The fresh tea picked from the tea tree, also known as tea green, Cui'er was thinking about these tea greens in her heart, but she didn't want to wait for a moment, and hurriedly pulled Lian Qingshan to rush back.

"Alright, let's go home!" Lian Qingshan looked at Cui'er yelling like a little girl, but her face was full of smiles, she only felt that she was cute and tight, so she immediately laughed, took the tea green in Cui'er's hand, and asked Cui'er to hold Xiaohu and take the family back.

Creak...... Suddenly, a small golden shadow jumped out and jumped directly in front of the Lian family.

"Hey, isn't this the little squirrel we saw?" Cui'er couldn't help but smile when she saw the little golden thing in front of her.

"yes, it's a pretty interesting little thing." Lian Qingshan looked at the little squirrel squatting on the ground and squeaking at himself and others, like a golden hairball, very cute.

"If only I could take it home......" The big girl who has always had no desire other than eating it looked at the golden ball with a blank eye this time and muttered in a low voice.

"Big girl likes this squirrel?" When Lian Qingshan heard the girl's words, he stared at the squirrel, thinking if he could catch the golden squirrel back.

Which Cheng thought, Lian Qingshan just stared at the squirrel, and the squirrel seemed to be frightened, and rushed to the tree after a few rubs, and never saw a shadow again.

"Gotcha, I'm scared away!" Lian Qingshan sighed, turned his head to the big girl and said, "Big girl, this squirrel is running too fast, when will Daddy's leg be healed, will I help you catch it?" ”

"Good!" The big girl nodded obediently, didn't bother about the squirrel anymore, turned her head and looked at the tea green in Lian Qingshan's clothes, "What do Daddy and Mother want these leaves for?" ”

"Good girl, this is not a leaf, it's something called tea." Cui'er patiently explained to the girl, and several people had already returned to the door.

"Qingshan, go back to the house and rest!" Cui'er helped Lian Qingshan into the house, and placed the big girl and the little tiger again, so she freed her hands and studied the tea green picked back.

Cui'er divided the tea green according to a single bud, one bud and one leaf, and one bud and two leaves, and spread them out in a dustpan to dry.

In Cui'er's memory, fried tea should be successful after a few steps of finishing, rolling, and baking, and in the memory of the original owner, there are more steps such as drying and covering the fire.

The green tea in the dustpan is put to dry in the sun, mainly to let part of the moisture in the fresh and tender tea leaves, so that the crisp and tender tea leaves become softer, better fried and kneaded.

After drying the tea green, Cui'er went back to the kitchen to cook, there are only two pots in this family, and naturally the tea is fried after cooking, as for the three fires that I heard, hot and cold pots and the like, Cui'er only knows the steps, but she doesn't know the specific temperature and technique, so she can only grope for it step by step.

After brushing the cauldron for cooking, she couldn't see the oil star in it, Cui'er burned a prosperous fire under the cauldron, and saw the heat in the cauldron steaming, Cui'er put her hand suspended on the pot to feel the temperature.

The temperature of the hot pot slowly rose, and the only little water in the pot was steamed dry, Cui'er's hand felt the scorching temperature, and felt that it was almost there, so she poured a small basket, a bud and a double leaf of tea into the iron pot.

Naturally, Cha Qing can't use a shovel to stir-fry, Cui'er is afraid that she can't master the scale, so she doesn't dare to fry directly with her hands, and she remembered that there is a newly tied brush broom in the cupboard cabinet, so she took it out and waved it to stir-fry in the pot.

Cui'er shivered while frying the green, watching the fresh shoots become dry and soft, and the faint water vapor slowly evaporated out in the pot, so she thought that she would shape the tea green later, the pot was too hot to dare to put her hand in it, and Cui'er consciously did not add firewood to the bottom of the stove.

When the fire under the stove was almost burning, and the temperature in the pot had dropped slightly, he put down the broom and slowly touched the tea with his hand.

I don't know if it's because the water on the tea green evaporates so that it is not so hot, or because the temperature of the pot has come down, when Cui'er touches the tea green, although she feels a little hot, it is not unbearable. While recalling the kneading method of tea leaves in her mind, she stir-fried and kneaded the tea leaves in her hand.

Cui'er's tender white little hands are flying and shuttling among the tea green, the black pot, the green tea, and the white hands are distinctly colored, but they are surprisingly harmonious. At this moment, Cui'er, after a short period of chaos, gradually found out the doorway, kneading the tea green from time to time during the turning process, so that the leaves and buds were rolled together and became a slender and graceful strip.

Cui'er's face was red from the heat in the pot, and the sweat from her forehead dried up before she could fall in the scorching heat.

Cui'er's hands kept going, and when the tea leaves in her hands became cool, Cui'er found that the original green and fresh leaves had turned into slender tea strips in her hands, and the tea leaves were distinct.

"Hehe, it's really like that." Cui'er looked at such a small basket of tea green tea fried under her hand, and felt that the humidity in the tea green was quite large, so she didn't rush to put it away, because in Cui'er's memory, this tea green is not considered to be finished after frying, and the water needs to be removed almost enough.

After trying one bud and two leaves of the tea green, Cui'er took the single bud of the fresh tea again, looking at the tender buds, maybe it can't be kneaded and pinched like just now, Cui'er is afraid that the fresh buds will be broken, so she started a fire again, ready to fry the single bud tea green first.

Because she was afraid that the single-bud tea green was too fragile, Cui'er didn't even use a broom, so she roasted it slowly over low heat, and slowly roasted the small handful of tea green to dry.

Put the two kinds of fried tea greens together, Cui'er instantly saw the difference, the tea green with one bud and two leaves, the color is more intense, it is a strong green strip, and the fried buds later are yellow-green small pieces, under the two different appearances, Cui'er seems to be able to feel that the taste of this tea is a little different.

Cui'er looked at the tea leaves in front of her happily, but suddenly heard a rush call from Qingshan in the house, and the voice was a little wrong, "Cui'er, Cui'er......"

"Aoyama, what's wrong?" Cui'er heard Lian Qingshan's call, threw the basket in her hand directly into the pot, and rushed into the house in a hurry, and saw Lian Qingshan's body lying crookedly on the kang head, holding her legs tightly with both hands.

"Qingshan, are you alright?" When Cui'er saw Lian Qingshan's appearance, she instantly thought of what had happened to his leg, and she regretted it in her heart, why did she want to take him out with him, if his leg was good, what should I do!

Thinking so, Cui'er complained about herself in her heart, and tears were about to fall.

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Weakly say a word, ask for a recommendation ticket for a collection~ I don't know why, I vow to be very unconfident when I went to work today, and I felt as if I hadn't done anything~Right finger~