Chapter 790 Family photo of the yam noodles (please give me a monthly ticket)

Author: Love to drink aged vinegar

That night, as expected, Xiao Fugui won.

The next day, Xiao Fugui also got the canned yellow peaches as he wished.

But today, in addition to making canned food, there is another more important thing about aging.

That is to learn how to make so-called buckwheat noodles with Gao Genzhu.

Except for those classmates from Shanxi and Yan Lili, Chen Nian never heard of this word again.

And until now, Chen Nian doesn’t even know how to write this buckwheat noodles. After all, Gao Genzhu doesn’t know how to write and can’t display it.

Chen Nian thought to ask the teacher there when he sent Xiao Fugui to school tomorrow morning.

That night, after closing the stall, they returned home and began to prepare for cooking.

"Bow noodles are actually a more distinctive noodles in Shanxi. My father told me back then that this noodles are basically eaten by Shanxi people. In addition to Shanxi, they also eat them in some places in Shaanxi and Inner Mongolia, but they are not as wide as us."

Gao Genzhu said.

"I remember I told you before that buckwheat noodles must be made with boiling water, and you have to put as much water as you use." Gao Genzhu poured the boiled water into the already placed basin.

Then I pulled the noodles and mixed them with water. Although the noodles were not as hot as before, they were still hot.

But Gao Genzhu still started rubbing the dough with his ruthless iron hands.

At first, the buckwheat noodles were the same as other noodles, but the surface gradually became smoother as they were mixed.

"You don't need to wake up to make buckwheat noodles. You can start making them directly after kneading them. However, the shape of the buckwheat noodles is still different from other noodles. You will know what they look like in a while."

As he said that, Gao Genzhu first pulled off a ball of dough and rolled it into long strips, then pulled it into small doses and placed it on the chopping board.

At this time, Zhang Chuanfang also started to continue doing it.

I saw a flat and smooth stone slab in front of Zhang Chuanfang. First, put the dosage on the stone slab close to the end of his side, and then gently rub it forward with the back end of his palm. The ball of buckwheat noodles was rubbed into a thin piece of dough.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Chuanfang lifted the dough with her index finger and thumb, and gently swung it from bottom to top and forward.

Under the force, the dough piece swung for a while, and then he returned to his fingers.

After Zhang Chuanfang let go of his thumb, the buckwheat noodles turned into a cylinder and were put into the steamer.

Afterwards, Zhang Chuanfang rolled it one by one according to the previous steps, and soon the tanned grandma in the steamer stood up one by one, looking like a beehive from above.

"Do you understand? This is not difficult to do, just keep doing this." Zhang Chuanfang looked at Chen Nian after he worked over a dozen times.

"I learned it, it doesn't seem difficult."

"Then you try."

Zhang Chuanfang gave up his position and left the stone slab of grandma of the roeba noodles handed down by his ancestors to Chen Nian.

Chen Nian rubbed it a little too hard for the first time. Although the face was smoothed, a hole broke in the middle.

I picked it up and kneaded it again. When I rubbed it for the second time, I relaxed a little bit. Sure enough, this ball of dough turned into a complete dough piece.

Then Chen Nian pinched it again and swung it gently, and the grandma of the roeba noodles rolled into a cylinder on Chen Nian's hands.

"It's quite interesting." Chen Nian couldn't help but feel interested and began to rub it one by one. Zhang Chuanfang went to the other side of the table and started rubbing it on the kitchen knife.

"Can a kitchen knife be used?" Chen Nian asked in surprise.

"It can be used, as long as it is flat and smooth, you can rub it on your arms if you have the ability."

As a result, after hearing this, Xiao Fugui asked curiously: "Mom, can I rub my forehead?"

But Zhang Chuanfang looked at his son with disgust: "It's OK, but can you still eat it after rubbing it out on your forehead?"

"Why can't you eat it?" Xiao Fugui asked in confusion.

"Look at your forehead is dirty, ah? Then rub it on your head, will we rely on grandma or the mud on your forehead?"

Xiao Fugui smiled embarrassedly when he heard this.

In this way, Chen Nian rubbed one by one, and soon came out with Zhang Chuanfang in half a cage.

But just as Chen Nian was about to continue rubbing, she was stopped by Sun Chuanfang.

"Okay, it's enough to rub so much from Grandma Kasumi. Next, let's rub some buckwheat noodles and fish."

"Bow-nooded fish?" Chen Nian felt so cute when she heard this name.

At the same time, Zhang Chuanfang also started to do it.

This time the dosage was smaller than before, and Zhang Chuanfang did not use a kitchen knife anymore. He first put the dough in the palm of his hand, and then began to rub it with both hands. As he rubbed the dough, the dough turned into a thick middle and thin side.

Finally, she pressed it gently and spread her palms, and the buckwheat noodles had turned into long fish.

"This is buckwheat fish? But why do you have to make it like this without making it like noodles?"

Zhang Chuanfang shook his head: "I don't know this. Anyway, this is what our ancestors have done for generations. My breasts do this, my mother does this, and I do this. Don't you think this is very similar to a fish? Otherwise, why is it called a buckwheat fish?"

Chen Nian also heard that this is a traditional custom, just like the ears of cats that Chen Nian had eaten in the north before, and they had to be made into the same shape, either rubbed with hands or chopsticks, or first use chopsticks to make a small hole in the middle, and then gently turn it into a small nest.

But he thought, if he rolled it into a puppy, wouldn’t he be called a yuminous dog?

If it is rolled into a chicken, it is probably a buckwheat noodles chicken.

If you roll it into a cow, you have to call it a beef noodle cow.

Finally, Chen Nian began to follow suit and rub some buckwheat noodles. As for the thoughts in his mind, he still didn't try to realize them.

"In addition to the two we made just now, buckwhe noodles can also be made into buckwhe noodles. There is a kind of noodles called helao noodles here. These two methods are a bit similar. They use special utensils to press the noodles, but the two utensils in our house are also different.

After the riverside is pressed out, the surface is smooth, but after the buckwheat noodles are made, the outside is not shining, there are a little trace on it."

Listening to his sister-in-law's introduction, Chen Nian also saw something like a pumping well equipment placed behind Zhang Chuanfang.

This is made of wood with a long wooden handle on it, but there is also something on the wooden handle that looks a bit like a large nail.

The face pulled down from the Gaogen pillar was stuffed into the circular bucket on the base, and then Zhang Chuanfang placed the nail-shaped lid inside.

In the end, the whole person's strength was pressed on the handrail and pressed down hard.

A crackling sound suddenly came from inside.

The originally ball of buckwheat noodles were pressed through the small holes below and turned into noodles and fell into the basin that was placed in advance.

Chen Nian went up to see that the surface of the press was very thin and had patterns on it.

So Chen Nian also went up to try it, and the crackling sound rang again, and the pile of noodles was also crushed into noodles by Chen Nian.

But Xiao Fugui also wanted to try it out when he saw this. However, his height was a little taller than the machine he was so strong that he couldn't suppress it at all, so Chen Nian took the lead from behind.

Xiao Fugui clapped his hands happily and shouted, "It's out, mom! This sound seems to be farting and shit!"

When Zhang Chuanfang heard this, his face turned dark and slapped Xiao Fugui on the back of the head: "Can you speak? What are you talking about when you eat at this time? Play while not affecting our work here."

After Xiao Fugui got a big fight on his head, he had to run aside and play with the dirt in disappointment.

After pressing the buckwheat noodles, they didn't even finish it. They taught Aged Nian to make buckwheat noodles dumplings.

However, this aged person can see it at first glance. It is nothing more than just putting the filling in the rolled buckwheat dough and folding it in half. There is no need to squeeze or pinch the lace.

There are two kinds of fillings: pork, potatoes and leeks, vegetarian ones are shredded potatoes, shredded radish, and then some pickles are added to chop them.

After pinching, put it in a cage.

"Is there any?" Chen Nian asked curiously.

This kind of noodles alone has made so many ways, which not only made Chen Nian look forward to what else to make of buckwheat noodles.

"Some, generally speaking, we have to do everything we can do when we do this. There is another thing called 中文中国后, which is similar to the way we made the buckwheat noodles fish just now.

However, some potatoes will be added into it, cut the steamed potatoes into strips, then mash them into paste, then add some buckwheat noodles and water, and then rub them into long strips with your hands."

It’s a bit hard to think about what this will look like in the end.

Moreover, listening to the dialect that Zhang Chuanfang said, Chen Nian could not understand anything except the word yam. It was very abstract.

Even if he could understand the word "Yam" for two, it was because he had been here for a while and had a certain understanding of the dialect here.

However, they originally planned to make more, after all, they finally tried to eat buckwheat noodles once.

Even if Chen Nian is not here, they always do this.

Even if you can't eat it, you can stir-fry it or continue to eat it after steaming it.

After making this according to what Zhang Chuanfang said, put it in the cage.

At this time, the cage was basically filled with nothing left.

"Sister-in-law, do you need to put some other things here?"

"Well, we'll make black movies again."

I can probably understand the previous few aged ones, such as yam or something.

But after hearing the name of the black movie, Chen Nian felt that his eyes were dark and had no idea what this thing was, so he could only roughly transliterate it.

After seeing Chen Nian like this, Zhang Chuanfang and Gao Genzhu both laughed.
To be continued...