Uncle Zhang Youliang's kung fu in adjusting the stuffing is really first-class, after the beef is knocked, a pot of bone broth is boiled out in a pressure cooker, and the milky white and milky white soup is stirred into the beef filling several times, and some ingredients are added to the beef filling.

Before I started wrapping it, the aroma of the filling rose.

Zhang Chi had already begun to roll his skin at this time.

"Hey, uncle, you really haven't left this skill behind," Zhang Chi praised casually.

Merica took a deep breath of the aroma and praised: "It's so fragrant, this stuffing is one of the best even in China."

Zhang Youliang immediately waved his hand and said: "But I can't say this, I am far behind in the kung fu of adjusting the stuffing, not to mention that it is 108,000 miles worse than others, even if it is compared to my master."

"Your master? How nice that has to be tuned," Merica added.

Zhang Chi said in his heart: This little girl's skin, why didn't I find out that she would still be like this, you see, where is this old beauty, the skill of chatting is more Chinese than Chinese.

"That's a bit of a long way off, it started when I was fourteen years old, when I started as an apprentice in a restaurant, and my chef was a chef ......."

As soon as he mentioned the previous events, Zhang Youliang immediately came to his senses.

Merika listened very energetically, but Zhang Chi didn't know how many times he had listened to it, and he would talk about it when the uncle came to learn it, or when he drank a little wine.

Uncle Niang said to Zhang Chi at this time: "Don't roll it so small, roll out a big basket first, your current two skins are one."

Zhang Chi stopped what he was doing when he heard this, and asked rhetorically: "Uncle, how big is that dumpling?" ”

Now Zhang Chi's skin is big enough, almost one has to have one or two, and one pound is estimated to be six or seven.

"Don't make dumplings first, wrap some potstickers first" The aunt smiled and sat down next to the table and pressed the several skins that Zhang Chi had rolled out together.

Zhang Chi rolled out the skin and asked, "Why do you want to make potstickers again?" ”

"There are so many fillings, when are we going to eat them, wrap a little potsticker and bring it back to you, put it in the refrigerator, and fry it in the pan when you want to eat it, it's simple and convenient," said the uncle.

Zhang Chi smiled: "Uncle, don't worry about me, I'm good at everything, a refrigerator of beef."

"I'll do whatever I want," said the uncle.

When these words came out, Zhang Chi honestly began to roll up the skin.

Waiting for Zhang Chi's skin to be rolled out, the aunt sprinkled the cut from another basin on the top of the filling, picked up a large dumpling wrapper, first took out some meat filling, and then added a spoonful of chopped green onions and put it on the meat flame, and then began to wrap it.

After a few pinchings, a potsticker about ten centimeters long and three or four centimeters wide was pinched.

Zhang Chi rolled, Uncle Niang bag, after a while, Merica joined in, Zhang Chi was a little unable to catch up, not because Zhang Chi rolled slowly, but because Uncle Niang's bag was fast, and Merica didn't drop the chain, so Zhang Youliang also took a rolling pin out, sat next to Zhang Chi and began to roll it out.

Zhang Chi is the main person who rolls it alone, and the uncle here rolls it for a while.

"I didn't expect your dumplings to be so beautiful," the aunt praised Merica.

Uncle Niang is really not a boast, Merika's bag is really good, better than many Chinese girls, a ten-centimeter-long potsticker, six or seven folds, each fold is the same distance between them, after putting it down, the potsticker sat firmly on the basket, and the side of the stand up was exactly one-third, bent into a crescent.

Merika didn't have an overly proud expression, and chuckled and said, "I practiced it on purpose."

Didn't Melika say it, a little bit of a bull's horn point, see what you are interested in must understand or learn, the kung fu of making dumplings is practiced in this way, and those foreigners who study with her, except for her, none of them can wrap dumplings to the level of being equal to a Chinese.

"It's really good, some Chinese girls don't have your skills now," the uncle boasted again.

"Where, where!"

Merica threw out a Chinese-style politeness.

At this time, Zhang Chi found that the basket was already full, and asked Uncle Niang, "Uncle Niang, are the potstickers enough?" ”

The aunt stretched out her head to look at the filling in the basin and said, "Wrap a little more, and finish wrapping your current basin noodles."

"How many are these?" Zhang Chi said with a smile.

The aunt said: "Pack more, and put it in the refrigerator without spoiling."

"Potstickers with soy milk, that's delicious," Merica said casually with a smile.

When Zhang Youliang heard this, he said, "Do you want to drink soy milk? Then I'll do it now."

When the aunt heard this, she immediately said: "What to do now, you can bring it when the child goes back."

Zhang Chi listened to the strange question and asked, "Is this also in time?" ”

To make soy milk is to grind beans, grinding beans is not a lot of effort, but the beans are dry, if you want to grind that, you have to soak it in advance.

"I soaked the beans last night, and your uncle said that you like to eat tofu, so I'm going to make you a board, who knows just in time for Merika to like to drink soy milk, so let's just make some for you to take away," said the uncle.

"Seeing that you are busy, and you still want to make tofu, I want to eat it and go to the Chinese supermarket to buy some," Zhang Chi said.

"His side is a factory practice, I prepare the old braised points here, the taste is different, the old braised tofu tastes special bean flavor, the factory practice is not good, it is a little bit worse," the aunt said.

Merica asked, "What's the difference?" ”

"Oh! Of course, there is, the difference is not small, the factory method is all gypsum, and we use the old brine to make it ourselves, and the taste is different."

After speaking, the aunt began to tell Merika how to order tofu with natural brine, which is called a mess.

The two women said that Zhang Chi and Zhang Youliang's uncle and nephew were listening to each other.

Zhang Chi is nothing, Zhang Youliang and Gu Ying are really happy today, because since the eldest son left, the younger son jumped out of tune, after Zhang Chi left, this store has not been so lively for a long time, although a new young man who delivers food has been recruited, but this guy is only a part-time worker, and he rarely talks to others, and he works so hard that he really can't chat.

Now that Merika likes to listen to her so much, and her nephew is also here, everyone is making dumplings together, and the old couple feel really happy.

Everyone started together, and the dumplings were naturally fast, and before you knew it, a basket of dumplings was wrapped.

"I'll cook dumplings for everyone."

The matter of making tofu is almost the same, and the dumplings are also wrapped, Gu Ying decided to cook dumplings for everyone.

stood up and picked up the basket and walked to the back kitchen, leaving Zhang Chi and the others to continue to wrap dumplings in the front hall.

There were only a few dumplings in the new basket when someone pushed the door open and came in.

Seeing the people who came in, Zhang Youliang said with a smile: "Spencer, it's a little early today, more than half an hour early."

The one who came in was a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed as a cowboy, with riding boots on his feet, and when he saw Merika after entering the door, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, probably thinking in his heart: Where did the beautiful girl come from.

Spencer was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses, walked over to the table where he was usually seated, took off his cowboy hat from his head, crossed his legs, and put the hat on the table.

"There's something to do tonight to transport the grass from the pasture to Birming," Spencer said.

"That's not close."

As soon as he heard about the place, Zhang Youliang immediately said.

Spencer said: "There is no way, the purchase price here is too low, and now the live cattle are only 3.42 dollars, and it will be more profitable to sell them there."

"Falling again?"

Zhang Youliang was a little dumbfounded, just now he said that three yuan, four cents and five cents, this will reduce the kung fu by a few cents.

"yes, we bosses are thinking about whether we will continue to raise cattle next year, and now we will barely make any money in a year," Spencer said.

Zhang Chi doesn't believe this nonsense, indeed, he can't make much money on the books, but if you count all kinds of government subsidies, there must be some money.

It's just that where is the cattle seller willing to count the money, of course, it is the income from the sale of cattle, and the government should not take it for nothing, how can it be counted in the money earned.

That's what all the ranchers think, including Zhang Chi.

"You've added a new menu? I've got dumplings, bring me a plate."

Americans are still quite familiar with dumplings, but what they eat is produced in factories, and many Chinese restaurants sell these things, handmade buns? The dumplings are too expensive.

Zhang Youliang said with a smile: "I wrapped it and ate it myself, I didn't plan to sell it, I will cook it and you will taste it."

The beef brought by Zhang Chi can't be sold, because Zhang Chi hasn't passed a quarantine pass here, and you can't sell anything that hasn't passed this pass, let alone meat products, even if it's vegetables without a license.

Of course, if you don't get caught once in a while, it's okay, but once you are caught, then these people will not be punished softly, and one punishment is enough for you to feel distressed for several years.

So Zhang Youliang will not take this risk, sell the dumplings he wraps, he can only give them away, there is no problem if he doesn't make money, of course, you have to pay for eating other people's stomachs.

However, there is no possibility that there is nothing wrong with the beef sent by his nephew, Zhang Youliang has a hundred hearts.

As she spoke, Gu Ying had already come out with the boiled dumplings.

Only two plates were cooked, one on the table behind Merica, and the other was delivered to Spencer.

"Thank you!"

Spencer picked up the chopsticks and picked up the dumplings to put in his mouth.

"Don't! Scald! ”

Gu Ying saw that Spencer was about to take a bite of dumplings, and immediately stopped him.

"There's soup in it, if you eat like this, your mouth will be blistered," Gu Ying said.

Zhang Youliang's filling has a lot of bone broth added to it, so when the filling comes out, it looks like a meat paste, and it can't hang on the wall of the pot and becomes a semi-liquid state.

This stuffing is wrapped in the skin, and when it is cooked, it is naturally a thick soup, as if you are eating xiao long soup dumplings.