Grandma Yu knocked Yu Yuan's little head and laughed: "What nonsense are you talking about? How can the food cooked by your sister be bitter?"
After saying that, he also took a slice, then froze on the spot, frowning as well.
really……
bitter.
She looked in surprise at the little girl who was digging her rice silently with her head lowered, and a hint of deep meaning flashed in her eyes, "Jian?"
Yu Jian did not raise her head, seemingly still immersed in unknown thoughts.
"Sister!!" Yu Yuan was angry. He pushed Yu Jian hard, "What's wrong with you?!"
Even if you are in a daze, how come your food has lost its quality?!
"What?" Yu Jian looked up blankly and met two pairs of worried eyes.
Grandma Yu calmed down and said, "Ajian, do you have too much salt in your waist?"
impossible!
Under the gaze of the two of them, Yu Jian tasted a piece and spit it out quickly, with apologies written all over her face: "I'll go stir-fry again."
In the pool, the fresh pork loin gradually became refreshing and white under the washing of running water. The sound of water covered up the whispers of the grandfather and grandson outside the door.
Yu Yuan: "What's wrong with sister?"
Grandma Yu: "Wait a while, you can go around the corner and explore her voice."
Yu Yuan: "Grandma, why don't you ask?"
Grandma Yu: "You young people have something in common!"
Yu Yuan tilted his head, thinking about the truth behind her words, and nodded secretly. OK! This family really can't survive without him!
So when it was time to go to bed, the child took the initiative to roll the doll onto Yu Jian's bed, put himself in a listening position, and patted the empty bed.
"Come and tell your dear brother your troubles."
Yu Jian stood at the door of the room for a long time, and was finally amused by the other's bratish appearance. She obeyed his wish, lay down side by side, and turned off the light.
In the dark night, the brother and sister were speechless to each other. But the sudden warmth around them made Yu Jian feel a little... at ease at this moment.
Yu Yuan stared at her for a long time with his eyes open. His sister's side face showed beautiful lines under the moonlight. He looked a little obsessed. Gradually, a wave of sleep came over...
When he closed his eyes, he seemed to remember something wrong again.
Huh--
Didn’t you agree to come and find out what’s going on in your sister’s mind??
…
The New Year atmosphere was getting thicker, but Yu Jian seemed to lack interest and stayed in her room all day, unwilling to go out.
When Yu Yuan saw it, he also became depressed.
Even when he was playing with his friends in the alley, he kept a fierce expression and remained silent.
Zhang Meimei, now the captain of the first-grade team, poked Yu Yuan’s chubby cheeks and gained momentum: "Classmate Yu Yuan, do you have any troubles? Let us know and we will find a solution for you together."
Yu Yuan avoided her hand, frowned, and said nothing.
Zhang Meimei was unwilling to give in and turned to face him again: "Just tell me..."
"My sister doesn't know what's wrong..." Yu Yuan finally couldn't help it and started complaining to her friends.
After Zhang Meimei heard this, she clapped her hands and said, "Isn't this what the teacher said is a lot of pressure? You have to release it, and it will be fine after you release it!" What she said was clear and logical.
Yu Yuan: "How to release?"
Zhang Meimei rolled her eyes and had an idea: "First of all, the neighborhood committee grandma said that she wants to hold a market in the alley. Tomorrow, you go sign up for sister A Jian and bring her out to play together tomorrow. People It's so lively, she's having fun, and the pressure must be released."
Yu Yuan raised his eyebrows, is this okay?
Is it okay...he actually signed up.
After listening to the grandma in charge for a long time, she seemed to understand something. She gritted her teeth, stretched out her finger, pointed at the stall and said, "This is what I'm going to pay for!"
Grandma in charge: "Are you sure? Our alley has regulations. If you sign up, you can't be absent!"
Yu Yuan didn't know whether he was sure or not, but he still nodded heavily.
So, at night, a... Hutong Food Competition Form appeared on Yu Jian's table?
One look at the name Wai Wai Wai Nuo signed for her at the bottom, who else could it be if it wasn’t Yu Yuan’s child?!
There is also a note hidden in the brochure, written in the same jerky style: "Sister, you can be happy if you are busy."
Yu Jian's eyes softened, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.
Yes, Yu Qiming's power should be allowed to pass. She received the master's deep love for her and was shocked, so she just kept it in her heart.
Even with a low mood, there can be no change.
She still has things to follow and her own path to follow.
Early the next morning, Yu Jian dug out the cylindrical stove that had been piled up in the utility room for a long time. She bought it accidentally before going to the West Market. There was a special food that she could use.
In the afternoon, the alley was gradually filled with people, and adults and children came out of the warm rooms. The neighborhood committee aunts also found a new way, found a small three-wheeler, and walked around the alleys with the propaganda slogans they had recorded on their backs.
Press the button and start singing.
A circle of young people had gathered around Yu Jian's stall. They were all Yu Yuan's friends and eagerly came over to support her.
"Qianzhou Guokui. During the Tang Dynasty, the Qianling Mausoleum was built. The project was so huge that it was difficult for craftsmen, civilians and soldiers to provide three meals a day. So someone made flour into cake crust, put it into the helmet and baked it on the fire.
..." Yu Jian explained to the little heads sticking out in a row below.
"Isn't the pancake rotten?" Zhang Meimei asked.
rotten?
How is it possible? Use cold water to knead the flour into a slightly hard dough, then use a rolling pin to press and fold the dough, and press repeatedly to expel the air until the dough is smooth. After kneading it into small pieces, you have to press it again and again, and finally
Shape the dough into two centimeters.
The pancakes should be baked in an iron pan first, flipping three and six times over low heat until slightly puffy, and then placed in a charcoal oven for baking.
The hotpot comes out with even fire color, bulging surface, crispy buns and distinct layers.
Zhang Meimei was the first to get the steaming pancake. This pancake, which was bigger than her face, emitted a refreshing aroma from time to time, tempting her to take a bite.
She bit down gently with her small teeth that were exposed to the wind. It was a hard touch at first, but she didn't even bite it off. She couldn't help but feel a little angry, and then took a second bite with all her strength, and the puff pastry was torn out along with the naan meat.
The heat inside surged out, blindfolding her immediately.
Yu Jian added white sugar to the Guokui flour. The layers of pastry are layered, refreshing and sweet. The more you chew, the sweeter it becomes, but it is rich but not thick. The surface is as thin as paper, like a gauze, and the taste is light. The naan flavor inside
It is chewy and chewy, rubbing against the teeth and making people stutter.
Unknowingly, the little girl had finished eating the entire Guokui by herself, licked off the remaining browned sesame seeds on her fingers, and burped loudly——