On the way back, Ye Yuze didn't say a word. Yang Geyong rarely talked, and his mouth felt like it was glued together.
Zhao Ling'er was the only one who was angry and seemed to want to find someone to quarrel with, but she couldn't quarrel with two mutes.
Ye Yuze has not been living at home recently. During the holidays, the dormitory was adjusted. Hou Wangtian graduated and left, and Tao Lai went to the dormitory of his class.
 Only Xiaoga and Ye Yuze are left in the same room, but Xiaoga will not come until school starts.
Ye Yuze directly arranged Yang Geyong in the dormitory. Anyway, two of the four beds were vacant.
Yang Geyong was extremely excited. Apparently this kind of independent life was very attractive to him.
 After arranging the things, the few of them returned home. His mother hadn't come back yet, so Ye Yuze decided to have a good meal in the evening. But he didn't plan to cook it himself.
 Looking at the watch, it was just six o'clock. My mother didn't get off work until eight o'clock, so she took the two of them to Bova to get some barbecue.
 When I got here, I was surprised to find that there was an extra stall.
 It turned out that a Uyghur uncle pushed his oven out.
Among the foods of various ethnic groups in northern Xinjiang, the Uighurs have more varieties. This is because this ethnic group is not a nomadic nation.
Most of them are farming and doing business. Anyway, most small traders in northern Xinjiang are more Uighurs, so they like to call themselves businessmen.
The uncle sells baked buns. To be honest, Ye Yuze has never tasted this before.
The local people’s ovens are all earthen ovens, which are stoves piled with mud. They are used to make naan and make naan and pitted meat. These things can only be made at home.
But this Uyghur uncle’s oven is indeed a bottomless iron cylinder. The iron cylinder is filled with soil around the outside, and the outermost part is covered with a circle of iron sheets, and it is also painted with unique patterns of his ethnic group, which is very beautiful.
The most amazing thing is that he also installed two pulleys for the oven, so that it can be pushed every day.
 Three people gathered around the uncle and watched him operate.
 The uncle set up a chopping board next to him, then rolled the dough into rectangular shapes, and then put the fillings on them.
The filling was still raw, which made Ye Yuze drool a little.
 It is a mixture of beef and lamb shank, with onions added to it.
 The most important thing is that the oil inside must be sheep tail oil. It is fat but not greasy, and the ethnic people like to eat it most when killing sheep.
When you eat that thing, you don’t use your teeth. You just cut a piece with a knife, put it in your mouth, and suck it gently before it goes into your stomach.
There is another reason why Chinese people like to eat it. It is that eating this food will form a protective film in the intestines and stomach. No matter how much alcohol you drink, it will not hurt the intestines and stomach.
 After putting the fillings on the dough, the uncle first folded the two long sides together like folding a quilt, and then folded the short sides.
 A rectangular pillow-like bun is ready.
Of course, there are various shapes of baked buns, but the one I make is pillow buns.
However, the uncle's method of making buns was obviously a bit slow, and the eyes of several people waiting had blue lights.
The roasting process is naturally the same as Grandpa Bova's roasting lamb. First, sprinkle the salt water to cool down the oven, then stick the buns one by one in the iron cylinder. Finally, close the lid.
But the buns are small, so naturally they can’t take as long as roasting a lamb.
This depends on the uncle's accurate judgment. After all, this thing cannot always be opened to look at it. If it loses its breath, it will not taste good.
 After about ten minutes, the uncle finally took off the wet blanket on the road cover and opened the cover.
 The golden and crispy buns inside were immediately displayed in front of everyone's eyes.
 The uncle picked up a large spoon bent at 90 degrees and an iron hook.
  Reach into the iron cylinder, hook one out and catch the other with a spoon.
  Basically, when you have uncovered five pieces, take them out and pour them on the chopping board.
The color was really golden, and Ye Yuze felt like he could eat a few even without the fillings. Not to mention the more tempting fillings inside.
The little girl Zhao Ling'er said, "Uncle, let me eat one first!"
Without waiting for a reply, I grabbed one with both hands and started to chew on it.
Then he threw it back again with an ouch, impatient and burning.
 Uncle made about 200 buns in this batch. Because baking is complicated, they cost one yuan or ten.
Compared to Bova's large tamarisk skewers, it's a bit more expensive. After all, Bova's skewers cost 40 cents and you're almost full, while his full meal costs seven or eight cents.
But how could Ye Yuze care about small money? He just bought fifty of them and put them in his net bag.
The twenty large skewers on Bova's side were also grilled, and the three of them walked home laughing and laughing.
 While walking along, Zhao Ling'er couldn't help but grab one and started eating it.
One side was very hot, but it didn't affect the speed at which she ate the buns.
“Ye Yuze, can we come over for dinner tonight?”
Ye Yuze's head was covered with black lines, thinking that he hadn't eaten this meal yet, so he was thinking about the evening. It's already eight o'clock, okay?
However, seeing that Yang Geyong also looked hopeful, he nodded and agreed.
“If I don’t let you suffer internal injuries today, my surname will not be Ye!”
The three people were just enjoying themselves along the way and did not notice a pair of vicious eyes staring hard at their backs.
It turned out that Song Weibing was walking on the street with two people when he saw three people walking back.
Song Weibing saw them walking away and waved to one of his younger brothers.
"Go find Wang Hongwei and tell him that I have something to do with him. Just ask him to wait for me at the barbecue. We will eat there later."
 The little brother nodded excitedly and ran away. The key point is that the barbecue is so delicious! Now there are baked buns, and I haven’t tasted meat in days!
 When I got home, my mother was preparing to cook. What did she do when she saw her son came back from buying so many things?
Mom approached Ye Yuze with a smile.
“Son, how much money do you have left?”
 Ye Yuze quickly closed his pockets.
 “Mom, I don’t have any anymore, it’s all spent!”
Mom didn't say anything, just stared at him.
Ye Yuze reluctantly took out a few big unity sheets from his pocket and handed them to her.
 Mom put it neatly into her bag, and then said kindly:
“Mom doesn’t spend your money, I will save it for you to get a wife in the future.”
Zhao Ling'er laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her waist. Yang Geyong didn't smile, but his tightly pursed mouth probably couldn't hold it in anymore.
 Ye Yuze protested. "Mom, I'm only ten years old!"
Mom nodded in agreement, and then added: "You will grow up soon."
When the younger brothers saw these things with Ye Yuze in their eyes, they all started making out with the steamed buns and barbecued meats.
Even the little old man, who has just sprouted a few teeth, is trying hard to grab a bun and chew it.
 Just trying hard for a long time can't bite off anything.
 “Wow!” I cried out!
 Lao San Ye Yuping still had some conscience and said something.
 “Brother, it’s so delicious. I’ll buy it tomorrow!”
Ye Yuze corrected: "It's the buns that taste good, not the big brother!"
 It's a pity that Ye Yuping can't hear it anymore. He has two in his hand and wants to grab one. He's afraid of losing it.
Chapter completed!