After the rice dumplings are ready, they need to be cooked for two or three hours.
When I was a child, the time when I could eat rice dumplings was the Dragon Boat Festival and the Spring Festival.
At that time, my mother would often make dozens of big rice dumplings during the day, and after dinner, she would start cooking the rice dumplings in a big pot.
It really takes a while, at least one night to cook the rice dumplings, and the fire cannot be turned off during this time.
Feng Yong's rice dumplings are not as big as those made by his mother, but depending on the size, they still need to cook for two or three hours.
When the sun goes down, the whole yard is filled with the aroma of cooking rice dumplings.
Feng Yong sniffed, um, there was a vaguely familiar smell.
Braving the boiling water vapor, I picked up one of the overturned rice dumplings, picked up a chopstick and poked it in. Well, not bad, the inside is already soft, so it should be almost done.
Untie the rice dumpling leaves and pinch them directly in the middle. The glutinous rice wrapped in meat and mung beans, mixed with the smell of rice dumpling leaves, rush towards you.
Feng Yong mixed glutinous rice and meat and put it in your mouth. It was sticky, salty, and oily. It was delicious!
Although it is not the taste that I remember when I was a child, it is enough.
"Okay! Dinner is served!"
Feng Yong said impatiently.
This Dragon Boat Festival, let’s be a salty person first, and then try something sweet later when we have the opportunity.
Feng Yong doesn't like to eat the front and back ends of Zongzi. He only likes to eat the part with mung beans and meat in the middle.
When I was young, I made a big rice dumpling with my brothers and sisters. There was no meat or mung bean on both ends, but no one ate it every time.
Later, adults stipulated that you can only eat the middle part after eating the head and tail.
But at this time, no one cared about Feng Yong. He pinched off both ends and put it into the bowl. Then he smiled with satisfaction and began to use the chopsticks beautifully.
It was my childhood dream to enjoy the middle part of a rice dumpling all to myself.
As for people like Zhao Guang, as soon as the rice dumplings are served, he pulls off the straw rope, opens the rice dumpling leaves, picks up the rice dumplings with chopsticks and stuffs them into his mouth. In the blink of an eye, most of the rice dumplings are gone.
I don’t understand the fun of eating zongzi at all.
"Brother...well, how did you come up with making rice dumplings like this?"
Zhao Guang's mouth was so hot that he was constantly inhaling and exhaling. He was chewing very quickly, and he could still ask questions at the same time.
After finishing speaking, he saw that he had already finished one rice dumpling, and then he slid another rice dumpling on the table in front of him.
"Just eat it and it's delicious. No one will compete with you. If it's not enough, there will be more in the bathroom."
That being said, even Li Qiu and Huang Chong, although they eat elegantly, are definitely not slow in eating chopsticks.
Just then, a servant came to report that a Mrs. Huang was visiting outside.
"Huang Niangzi?"
Feng Yongyong couldn't help but glance at Zhao Guang.
Zhao Guang suddenly jumped up and hurriedly swallowed the food in his mouth, "Sister must have arrived. I will wait for my younger brother to go and greet her."
After saying that, before Feng Yong could speak, he hurried out.
Feng Yong glanced at Guan Ji again, and saw that Guan Ji's face was calm, but she didn't even raise her head to look up. She didn't seem to have done anything radical.
After a while, Zhao Guang came back with Huang Wudie as expected.
"Hey, what does it smell like? Why does it smell so good?"
Huang Wudieren just came in and before saying hello, he sniffed and said something.
"It's better to come early than to come by chance. Madam Huang seems to be really lucky."
Feng Yong smiled and said, "Madam Huang, long time no see. How are you?"
Huang Wudie returned the greeting with a careless gesture, "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Feng. It's been a long time since I last saw you. I wonder how you have been lately?"
While the two were talking, Feng Yong deliberately stood up and walked to the side of Guan Ji's case, blocking it a little to prevent the two from fighting again when they met.
Huang Diewu glanced at Guan Ji behind Feng Yong, curled her lips, "Don't worry, Feng Langjun, I'm not here to find Guan Jiashi this time..."
"Um?"
Feng Yong interrupted Huang Diewu and coughed again.
"Well... I'm looking for a fight with the Guan family."
Huang Wudie said vaguely.
Feng Yong only heard Guan Ji snort from behind him.
Although he didn't look back to see Guan Ji's expression, Feng Tibi, who was standing between the two women, could already feel their strong murderous aura.
Feng Tubao looked around at the people present and saw that they all had their eyes downcast and their faces expressionless.
It’s enough that Wang Xun knew about the situation of the two women. What happened to Huang Chong and Li Qiu?
Damn it, you guys call me brother so affectionately on weekdays, are you all being hypocritical?
"Come here, Mrs. Huang, let me introduce you to you. This is the magistrate of Nanxiang County, Li Xinhou, the son of the Li family."
Feng Yong quickly diverted firepower.
Li Qiu quickly stood up and saluted, "Qiu has met the daughter of the Huang family."
"This is the county captain of Nanxiang County, Huang Yizhi, the son of the Huang family."
"Chong has met Mrs. Huang."
Huang Chong also quickly stood up and saluted.
"Nice to meet you."
Huang Wudie returned the gift generously.
"Amei, give Mrs. Huang another piece of food."
Fortunately, Huang Wudie is a foodie. When Amei quickly added a portion of food, her eyes lit up. She sat down unceremoniously, picked up the rice dumpling, looked at it, and asked, "What is this?"
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Although I didn't know what it was, it was obvious that Huang Wudie swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"Sister, this is a type of millet. It's the way my brother's master makes it. It's delicious. You can try it."
Zhao Guang transformed into a dog leg and very diligently helped Huang Wudie peel off a rice dumpling.
When Huang Wudie heard this, she picked up her chopsticks and ate half of it in two or three bites.
"Yeah, delicious!"
Huang Wudie didn't care about her behavior at all. She didn't regard herself as a woman at all, let alone eat with her sleeves raised and her face covered like Guan Ji did.
On the contrary, it looks very similar to Zhao Guang's devouring look at the beginning.
I saw her slurping down another bowl of millet porridge, and then she said, "I knew that there must be good food where Feng Langjun is, so I made the journey here in vain."
The rice dumplings were made according to the number of three per person. A Huang Wudie came and killed four of them at once. After eating, he burped and said that he had made too little.
"Make more. I'll still want to eat it tomorrow morning."
Huang Wudie had a bold temperament, her brother was Feng Yong's best friend, and she was one of the main food suppliers to the textile workshop, so she would not be polite to Feng Yong, so she immediately made demands to Feng Yong.
"Yes, yes," Zhao Guang agreed from the side, "I want to eat it tomorrow morning too."
Feng Yong first glared at Zhao Guang, then refused, "We only eat this during the Dragon Boat Festival, who would eat it every day? Besides, the glutinous rice has also been used up."
Are you kidding me?
How can making rice dumplings be so easy?
Among these people, only I and Amei can do this, and I definitely can’t do it. So how can Amei be so busy alone?
As he said that, Feng Yong handed the bowl on his desk to Amei, which contained the heads and tails of the rice dumplings without mung beans and meat that he had picked out at the beginning, and then handed over the last one left on his desk.
"Here, I reward you."
Fortunately, I couldn't eat that much. Otherwise, Amei would have worked hard for most of the day and couldn't even eat a bite of the rice dumplings, which would be a real injustice.