Early the next morning, as soon as the store door was opened on an auspicious day, the housekeeper Chen Nian led the two guys to the steamed bun shop. Each of the men carried a bag of flour, each weighing ten pounds.

"Uncle Nian, why did you come here with flour, didn't we say that we would take the wheat?"

Chen Nian yawned and said lazily: "You said it lightly, how long does it take for the wheat to be shelled and flour, you can afford it, do you still let the master wait for you to eat this mouthful?" Anyway, these twenty catties of noodles, according to our agreement, you have to give two and a half catties of bread. ”

There are 22 people up and down the Chen Mansion, 7 men and 15 women. On auspicious days, I don't know how to eat more than 20 catties of noodles.

"Uncle Nian, more than 20 catties, can you eat?"

Chen Nian glanced at Ji Ri and said, "If you can't eat it, you won't save it, this thing is not much different from freshly made things, can I still get bread from you every day?" ”

Ji Ri smiled and said, "My cake is different from what you have ever eaten." Yes, you'll know when I'm done in half an hour. ”

After saying that, Ji Ri picked up a bag of flour and led Chen Nian to the backyard.

"Uncle Nian, how many catties of noodles do you eat in the house a day?"

As the housekeeper of the Chen Mansion, Chen Nian checks the accounts every day, and he just said without thinking about it: "There are many female dependents in the family, and the loss of ten catties is enough." ”

The courtyard had already prepared a large basin for noodles, and on the auspicious day, he untied his pocket, poured all ten catties of flour into it, and shook the bag, knowing that the flour could not even be raised.

Then, the bucket that was prepared aside was uncovered, and the water was scooped out with a ladle, and the flour was stirred evenly on each auspicious day until the water was absorbed.

In this way, water is slowly added, and the flour turns from fine snow to cotton wool, and from cotton wool to white mud. The auspicious day is stirred until the flour in the hands and in the basin is sucked up by the dough.

Chen Nian saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart, and the water was already dilute when he added it to the back, so he was going to make a reminder, remembering that what Ji Ri said was different, and he put down his words.

"The noodles are reconciled, and they will be served in a quarter of an hour. Uncle Nian, if there is anything missing in the house, you have to go to Liubiju to buy it, what are you waiting for? Ji Ri clapped his hands, picked up a bundle of firewood and went to make a fire.

"Don't you say that I almost forgot, the millet in the house has bottomed out, so I have to bring some back." Chen Nian went out and turned left at the door of Liubiju to enter or not, and saw the newly posted door link.

"Hey, Lao Liu, you kid has finally opened up, what's the matter, can you bargain?"

Liu Xi saw that it was the housekeeper of the Chen Mansion, and immediately greeted him with a smile and said: "Where is this Steward Chen, my small business is taking the road of small profits and quick turnover, where can I afford to bargain!" ”

"Yes, yes, this joint has told you all about the business of Liubiju. But the best thing is this horizontal batch, you have to drink tea, it's a bit interesting! "Chen Nian looked at the door union for a moment, and did not hesitate to praise the words of the door couplet, and praised the door couplet for its good meaning." Where is this where the master can't stand it and gives you advice? ”

Liu Xi took the tea that the guy had just made, poured a cup for Chen Nian, and said, "Isn't this the handiwork of the little brother Ah Ri who you put down the shop?" Why, you don't know? ”

Chen Nian took the lid of the bowl and skimmed off the foam, took a sip, snorted, and said: "I know, we also appreciate Ah Ri outside the staff, so we gave him a deal and let the two of them make a living." ”

A few days ago, Chen Nian was busy and busy, and he was all looked at by Liu Xi, and yesterday he thought that Chen Fu was going to do business, so he didn't dare to ask more. Now that I have talked about it, I understand.

"Since ancient times, there have been many hardships for capable people, and Ah Ri's ability is not only this small shop!"

Chen Nian drank the last sip of tea, and talked with Liu Xidong for more than half an hour. The time was almost over in his heart, so he asked Liu Xi to take ten catties of millet and prepare to see what Ji Ri had made.

Chen Nian stood at the door of the steamed bun shop, and the auspicious day just lifted the lid of the pot. The white gas that rose out in an instant made Chen Nian unable to see the things in the pot clearly for a while, and he only felt that it was also white.

When the steam dissipated, the auspicious day opposite the pot had already sandwiched out a small half pot of steamed buns.

Chen Nian looked at the round and white steamed buns in the cage drawer, and said in surprise: "Ah Ri, what is this, how can you make it as white as noodles?" ”

Ji Ri's hand flew up and down, and he said while holding the steamed bun: "This is called steamed bread, also called steamed cake, that is, after the fire boils water, through a layer of bamboo cage and a layer of yarn, the cake is cooked with water vapor, and it becomes like this." Come, the steamed buns just out of the pot are the best, Uncle Nian, you taste them. ”

Chen Nian took the steamed bun and was almost burned and thrown to the ground, pouring his hands back and forth a few times before holding it steady. Before he could enter the mouth, Chen Nian pinched it first, and found that it was extremely soft, and even the dents that he had just pinched bounced back and there was no trace!

The wheat fragrance diffused with the rising water vapor, and Chen Nian couldn't help but swallow his saliva and take a small bite.

Well? This cake, no, when the steamed bun is in contact with the teeth, you can clearly feel it being squeezed slowly before it breaks, and the soft inner solid is not like the dry baked cake, the more you chew, the more fragrant it is, although it is a monotonous taste, but there is a trace of sweetness!

"Uncle Nian, how is it, is it delicious?"

Chen Nianli ignored the auspicious day, and now his mouth is not used to speak, but to stuff steamed buns.

Ji Ri watched Chen Nian improvise a steamed bun, and suddenly felt that the palm-sized steamed bun was not big enough.

When he looked up again on the auspicious day, Chen Nian had already begun to roll his eyes and beat his chest.

"Uncle Nian, no matter how you say it, that thing will choke people, there is no food like you, hurry up, drink water!"

A scoop of water was sent down, Chen Nian let out a sigh of relief, stared at Ji Ri and said, "Why didn't you take out this skill earlier, as for putting cattle in the house for ten years?" It's not me blowing it to you, there will definitely be no one left of these ten catties of steamed buns when I go home today! ”

On auspicious days, I didn't take stubble, and put eleven catties of steamed buns for aging. Chen Nian led two guys with steamed buns and millet, and finally went home.

"After ten catties of flour are steamed, there are still ten steamed buns left, and one steamed bun is almost one or two halves, it's okay, it's enough to eat." After giving enough steamed buns from Chen's house, Ji Ri opened the pickle jar, scooped a plate of pickles, and called his mother to eat.

Ji Mu and Chen Nian's reaction is much the same, except that there is no improvisational session. After eating a decent meal early, Ji Ri wiped the sauce on the plate with steamed buns and sent it to his mouth.

"It's still comfortable to eat steamed buns, and you don't have to wash the plates, haha!"

There were seven steamed buns left, and Ji Ri took one for Liu Xi to taste, and packed the rest and went back to Junling.

On the auspicious day, he went to the grave first, offered four steamed buns, then kowtowed three times, and got up to find Zhu Tianqi to get the plaque.

"Uncle Zhu, is the plaque ready?"

Zhu Tianqi was drinking porridge and pickles, and he was still holding a half-eaten dead dough cake in his hand. He pointed to the pitch-black plaque against the courtyard wall, and took a sip of soup from his bowl.

"Uncle Zhu, don't you want to know what I do? Come on, eat steamed buns! ”

The remaining two steamed buns were given to Zhu Tianqi, and he didn't take it seriously. But after taking a bite, Zhu Tianqi changed his hexagram on the spot: "I don't want the remaining fifty Wen, you fold it into a steamed bun for me!" ”