The noodle bag that Yang Xingsheng placed on the table made Yang Zhenxing completely lose his last chance to make excuses. He could only explain the matter honestly and clearly, hoping to get leniency.

"Isn't the dog going home to go to school? Before I left, I thought we wouldn't be able to see each other often, so I made him a few chive boxes as a farewell gift."

"Well, if there's anything else, let's finish it all at once to save you some trouble."

Yang Zhenxing's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he realized that something was wrong. Maybe his grandfather had already known about the little tricks that he thought had not been discovered, and he bowed his head even more.

"There were several times before that I made some baked buns as snacks from the dough in a pot, and also used some salt and pepper. Gouzi and I usually eat a lot, and we also invited San'er and Tiaozi to eat a few times."

Yang Xingsheng nodded, his expression no longer so severe, he looked at Yang Zhenxing and said:

"Since you didn't lie this time, I won't punish you. You have to tell me in advance what you want to do or where you want to go in the future, okay? It's not like I haven't taught you before, so why are you hiding it from me this time?

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"I'm afraid you'll think I'm wasting food and beat me back." Yang Zhenxing stood with his hands behind his back, still not daring to raise his head.

"Look up at me! A man must hold his chest up and his head up. What's the matter with you always keeping your head down? Even if you do something wrong, raise your head up and admit your mistake, face the consequences calmly, and take responsibility for it. Just be obedient and always give in.

People look down upon you!”

Seeing Yang Zhenxing raise his head obediently, Yang Xingsheng continued:

"Actually, I made a mistake in this matter, and I have to apologize to you! During the Chinese New Year, I clearly told you that I would prepare some flour for you after the holiday to practice the things I taught you.

As a result, I haven't fulfilled my promise yet, but instead made you do this. If I had fulfilled my original promise, these things would not have happened."

Seeing that his grandfather not only didn't yell at him, but actually admitted his mistakes, Yang Zhenxing put his heart back in his stomach.

But what he said next made his heart lift again.

"But I remember that I never taught you how to bake leek boxes. Where did you learn that?"

After thinking about it, Yang Zhenxing said without hesitation: "When I went to study with Grandpa He last time, I got hungry halfway through. Aunt He made some snacks for us at home, and then I learned from Aunt He."

"Oh? You learned it the first time? Have you done it before?" Yang Xingsheng was obviously interested.

"At that time, Aunt He asked me to bake two sheets myself and tried them. Except that the first one was a little mushy, the second one was basically the same as Aunt He's." Yang Zhenxing did not dare to hide it and answered the questions seriously.

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"Only two attempts? What about when you made baked buns at home before? Were they ready after two attempts?"

I don't know why grandpa suddenly became excited and asked about everything, but Yang Zhenxing still explained everything in detail.

"It's not that fast to make baked buns. The first three or four were all burnt. I didn't learn how to prevent the buns from becoming burnt until the fifth one. I also learned from the failure of baked buns when I learned to bake leek boxes with Aunt He.

experience of."

Yang Xingsheng is indeed a little excited now, or rather excited!

If what your grandson tells is true, then he is probably a cooking genius!

He stood up suddenly and paced back and forth in the room. The more Yang Xingsheng thought about it, the brighter his eyes became. Finally, he sat back on the chair and took two deep breaths to calm himself temporarily.

He opened his eyes again and looked at Yang Zhenxing expectantly and said: "Now go to the back of the house and cut some leeks. Wash them and make a leek box in front of me."

Yang Zhenxing didn't know what grandpa meant, so he hesitated for a moment before replying: "Grandpa, we can't do it now. The leeks behind the house haven't grown much. They were mostly cut when I cooked them for the dog last time, and they haven't grown back yet."

Woolen cloth."

"It's okay, you can cut as many as you want. Don't you want grandpa to take a bite of what you made?"

"That's not what you mean! Grandpa, wait a moment, I will do it for you now!"

Yang Zhenxing couldn't wait to start working. Yang Xingsheng stood at a distance where he could fully see and carefully observed his operations.

The more he looked, the more surprised he became, and the more certain he became about his previous idea.

It is really possible that my grandson is very talented in cooking!

Now it can be said that Yang Zhenxing's operation is not inferior to that of some young apprentices who have been practicing for a period of time.

Don’t forget that he is still a child who is only eight years old!

Whose child can get the right ratio of water to flour when making dough at the age of eight?

You don't even need to stop and evaluate, you already have the concept in your mind, and you can directly get the right amount of water and flour in one step.

When the noodles were waking up, Yang Zhenxing used this time to start cleaning the leeks.

Select the leeks, wash them several times, clean the soil, then cut them into small pieces and set aside.

In order to make the leeks stick together to form a filling, add a little flour water, add some salt to taste and stir together.

After the leek filling is processed, the dough is almost ready, and the surface has changed from pitted and rough to smooth and shiny.

Roll the dough into a strip and use your hands to cut it into small pieces. After rolling it flat, put the leek filling on top, then cover it with a single cake and compact the surrounding area. A leek box is ready.

Seeing his grandson frying the leek box skillfully, Yang Xingsheng felt his nose was a little sore.

He quickly turned his head, blinked his eyes and pinched his nose to calm down his emotions.

Soon, several boxes of leeks with golden sides exuding the unique aroma of leeks and noodles were brought to Yang Xingsheng.

He picked up the chopsticks and didn't eat immediately. He looked over it before and after, nodded and commented:

"Not bad, not bad. Both sides are golden and the heat is well controlled. The aroma of leeks is overflowing, which proves that the inside is cooked. You can vaguely see the leek filling inside through the dough, which proves that the dough has risen well and the dough is well rolled.

In place.”

After I finished speaking, it didn't feel too hot, so I opened my mouth and took a big bite, sucking air in my mouth, chewing and savoring the taste bit by bit.

"It's a little lighter because of the problem of adding flour when making the stuffing. The minced leeks should be mixed with eggs to make the stuffing. But it's pretty good to be able to do this with existing materials."

After finishing the rest of the leek box in two or three mouthfuls, he couldn't hold it back any longer and burst into tears.

"The sky has eyes! Heaven will never destroy our Yang family!"

Yang Xingsheng wiped away his tears, looked at his grandson, and asked expectantly: "Zhenxing, are you willing to learn cooking from grandpa?"

When Yang Zhenxing saw his grandfather crying suddenly, he was startled at first, then thought about it and wanted to get a towel, and then heard the question his grandfather asked.

Without any hesitation, he replied directly: "I want to learn to cook, Grandpa! In fact, I have wanted to learn it a long time ago, but I never dared to mention it to you, for fear of making you angry."
Chapter completed!