China is known as the "Southern Rice Noodles from the North", and the number one food in the North is dumplings. The process of making dumplings from making the dough, adjusting the stuffing, rolling out the skins to wrapping and putting them in the pot is relatively complex and time-consuming, and often requires the whole family to work together, which symbolizes
With reunions, a harmonious atmosphere, and a happy life, northerners have a deep emotional attachment to dumplings. They are the representative food of the word family. No matter how they taste, they are unique and irreplaceable.
Xueli looked at the steaming dumplings and asked curiously: "Xiuji, what is this?" Why is it that only Xiuji has it? Does he want to eat it by himself?
There are also dumplings in Japan, but they are actually pot stickers. The Japanese mainly fry the dumplings, or they should be called fried dumplings. There are also fried dumplings, but they are less common, and they are even made into long strips, like a steamed dumpling. As for the
Even less is cooked...it's cooked in tomato sauce or miso soup, which is nothing like authentic dumplings anyway.
In Japan, it’s normal to order dumplings and then have them grilled with meat.
So Yukiri asked this, and Kitahara Hidetsu was not surprised. It turns out that Chunmiya sells "dumpling set meals", which are fried dumplings as a dish, and the staple food is rice. But Kitahara Hidetsu was replaced as the shopkeeper, and he sold this thing without hesitation.
Are you kidding me? Pot stickers with rice, what idiot came up with this?
He smiled and said: "This is an authentic northern dumpling."
"Really?" Xueli took a deep breath. Her lung capacity was so amazing that the heat of the dumplings suddenly turned around in mid-air. Then she swallowed her saliva and stared at the thin-skinned dumplings without moving.
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Kitahara Shuji looked at her expression, then looked at the steaming dumplings. After hesitating for a moment, he made thirty dumplings in total. The main reason was that Japanese people did not eat these during the Chinese New Year, so he only made them for himself, and Yukiri
This expression was quite familiar to him, and she obviously wanted to eat it.
He tentatively asked: "Would you like to try one?"
Xueli nodded excitedly: "I...I'll try one."
"Then try one!"
At this moment, no one was on the table and dinner hadn't started yet. Hideji Kitahara handed Yuki a pair of chopsticks and pushed the rice vinegar dish with a drop of ground sesame oil towards her.
Xueli immediately took the chopsticks, and Heshi lowered his head and said very sincerely: "Xiuji, you are so kind! I'm starting!"
She carefully picked up the dumplings, looked left and right, and smelled the taste. She couldn't help but admired: "The skin is like gelatin, as smooth as crispy, the skin is as ice as jade, the lips are like cherry blossoms, and the three-inch golden lotus is fragrant.
, confused..."
Kitahara Shuji raised his eyebrows, what nonsense? Are you going to recite a poem and then eat dumplings?
Just as he was about to speak, he saw that Xueli had finished admiring the dumplings, and suddenly stuffed the dumplings into his mouth. He stretched his neck and swallowed it without fear of burning it. Then he fell into deep thought. After a while, he murmured: "It doesn't smell as delicious.
It has no taste, tasteless..."
Kitahara Shuji looked at the dumpling and then at her...Have you chewed it yet? He said helplessly: "There is stuffing inside."
Xueli had an expression like the second senior brother eating ginseng fruit, and he behaved similarly after eating. He looked at him cautiously and asked: "Hidetsu, can I try another one?"
"Then try another one...eat slowly."
Xueli nodded obediently: "Okay, Xiuji, I'll eat it slowly!" She picked up another one and stuffed it into her mouth, bit it lightly, it was very hot, but the delicateness of the wheat flour and the deliciousness of the mutton filling were on the tip of her tongue.
After mixing it up, she suddenly narrowed her big eyes happily and exclaimed: "It's delicious!"
Kitahara Shuji looked at the expression on her face and couldn't help but smile. This is the meaning of dumplings!
He turned to Fuyumi, Haruna and the others, preparing to let them sit down and eat as soon as possible. Yukiri looked at the vinegar plate again and asked curiously: "Hideji, what is this? Do you want to eat it with dipping?"
Kitahara Hideji turned around and said with a smile: "It's just vinegar. It's eaten as a dip. Firstly, it can enhance the aroma. Secondly, it helps with digestion. Thirdly, the dumplings are hot right after they come out of the pot. Everyone is in a hurry and can't even dip them in."
It’s easy to burn your tongue.”
Xueli looked at the small plate and sighed: "Titian? It turns out it tastes better when dipped in it..." She ignored the last two items. She had no problem with her digestion, never accumulated food, and was never afraid of being burned.
Her expression seemed to regret that she had forgotten to dip it just now. The expression of Zhu Bajie after finishing the ginseng fruit appeared again, and she swallowed hard. Kitahara Shuji helplessly smiled and said: "Then try another one!"
It’s not that he is stingy, but he only packed thirty pieces in total, and he didn’t expect Xueli to want to eat this. Although their family is “fake Japanese”, they still eat soba noodles during the Chinese New Year, and he specifically respects them.
customs.
Xueli didn't care about any customs or customs, so she quickly picked up another one, carefully dipped it in vinegar, then put it in her mouth, then nodded fiercely and said: "It's delicious, it's delicious, it really tastes better!" Then some more!
Regrettably, "The dumplings are just too small. If only I could eat a full bite..."
Is it because you have a big mouth? Kitahara Xiuji glanced at her and saw that her eyes were full of desire, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Xueli is using her old tricks to trick people into eating and drinking! This guy doesn't have a lot of savvy, but he basically eats everything.
In fact, when it comes to Chinese New Year dumplings, the people who make them are happier than the people who eat them, especially if the people who eat them eat them sweetly, and the people who make the dumplings will also have a strong sense of happiness.
Kitahara Shuji thought about it, dipped a dumpling in vinegar, took a bite, then looked at Xueli and swallowed again, smiled and sighed: "Then you try eating two at a time!"
He didn't feel bad if Xueli ate something from him. If the New Year dumplings weren't a symbol of the few good memories of his childhood, it wouldn't matter if he gave them all to Xueli.
Yuki nodded vigorously, and started to help Kitahara Hideji taste them in various ways, and finally concluded that the dumplings were better eaten one by one.
Of course, there were no more dumplings, so Hideji Kitahara ate a pair.
Kitahara Hideji went to ladle out two bowls of noodle soup and said with a smile: "The original soup has turned into original food, let's have a bowl of noodle soup!"
Xueli said regretfully: "No more?" The dumplings looked simple, but they tasted like they couldn't control themselves. They were so delicious.
Now it was too late to pack it. Kitahara Shuji smiled and said: "No, I don't know if you will like it. I will pack it for you later."
"Okay!" Xueli looked at the empty plate and felt that she had eaten too much and seemed unloyal, so she took the initiative and said: "Xiuji, I will give you all my mixed dishes later... I will give you half... I will give you three
Give it a share!"
Kitahara Shuji couldn't help but touched her head and said with a smile: "No, you can eat it by yourself!" The miscellaneous cooking Xueli said that their mother used to make it every year, so he cooked a big pot, which must be delicious for everyone.
Enough.
Miscellaneous rice cake soup is also called rice cake soup. It was actually supposed to be eaten for breakfast tomorrow, but they had to leave early tomorrow morning, so it was brought forward.
In the late Muromachi period, the samurai princes were very particular about health preservation, so they had to drink a bowl of hot soup before a banquet to nourish the stomach. Later, it became a custom to drink a bowl of hot soup before a banquet to satisfy hunger and warm the stomach.
But now, it must be eaten three days before the New Year, or must be eaten for breakfast on the first day of the New Year, whichever means "first".
The method is also very simple, just mix rice cake slices, bonito flakes, kombu, potatoes, radish, tofu, eggs, etc. and cook them together, so it is called mixed cooking... Of course, you can do it without rice cake, that is an everyday dish
, but it must be included in the first meal of the New Year.
This is a type of cuisine with a strong regional color. After traveling dozens of kilometers, the taste and ingredients may completely change. However, Kitahara Shuji listened to Yuki's dictation and concluded that her mother should be from Nara, Kansai.
Only people there would coat rice cakes with quinine powder when using white miso as the soup base.
Soon, all the Fukuzawa family were sitting around the kotatsu, covering their lower bodies with quilts, and their feet were warm. Kitahara Shuji took the seat where Fukuzawa Naotaka used to sit, and Akitarou and Fuyumi took a seat on his right.
In the seat, below is Haruna, while Yuki is sitting on the left, below is Natsori Natsusa, and finally is the diner Suzuki Noki, who is considered a guest. She sits opposite Kitahara Shuji. She is afraid of the cold and lazily refuses to move, forcing Fuyumi to
Drag it over there.
Kitahara Shuji said a few words, and then divided the soba noodles for everyone. A lot of things happened in the Fukuzawa family in the past year. Under Fuyumi's command, everyone bit off the long and slender soba noodles in one bite, which represented
A complete break with the bad luck of the year.
Xueli almost ate a large plate of dumplings by herself just now, but it didn't affect her appetite. She stirred the noodles with chopsticks and dipped them in the sauce, and kept stuffing them into her mouth. She took a moment to take a sip of the mixed soup, but she didn't know she was being fucked.
What kind of buff was that? She suddenly became more focused and ate with even more attention. She nodded repeatedly: "It's delicious, it's delicious!"
It would be great if she could celebrate the New Year every day, usually just this day Dongmei doesn't limit how much she eats.
Suzuki Noki also ate with joy and kept looking left and right. The New Year celebrations at Fukuzawa's house were different from hers, and she felt it was very fresh.
Haruna taught Akitaro to eat by himself, while Natsori and Natsusa ate for a while, then began to imitate the singing and dancing of the singers on TV, and the two of them started laughing and joking.
Fuyumi looked at the group of younger siblings below, then at Kitahara Hideji, took a wine bottle, poured him a glass of fruit wine (actually a non-alcoholic drink), and held it directly in front of him.
Kitahara Shuji is watching the Red and White Uta Battle. After all, it’s very new to see it for the first time. Japan likes to use red and white, and they also like to divide into white and red groups when fighting. For example, in a kendo competition, one person has a white cloth hanging on his back, and the other
You have to hang a red cloth banner, and this originated from the "Genpei War", which was the war between the two samurai groups of the Heian period, the Minamoto clan and the Taira clan.
As a result, in modern times, the Japanese version of the "Spring Festival Gala" is also divided into two groups, red and white, to compete, which vaguely reflects that Japan is always in a state of wrestling.
Kitahara Shuji turned his eyes back and saw Fuyumi wearing a New Year's auspicious suit, sitting there on her knees, holding a wine glass with her bare hands, and took it strangely, and Fuyumi said quietly but seriously: "This year
...Thank you for your hard work, please drink up."
Following her words, Xia Zhi Xiasha was stunned, stopped laughing, and directly changed to a sitting and kneeling position. Xueli also noticed it, beat the rabbit, stretched its neck and swallowed hard, finally swallowing a mouthful of food.
Get down, and then sit down on your knees slightly sideways, with both feet firmly placed under the buttocks. Haruna did the same, but Akitaro was too young, and was still struggling to pick up rice cakes with chopsticks, so he didn't notice.
Led by Yuki, they followed Fuyumi's words, and together they neatly bowed their heads to Kitahara Shuji and thanked you: "Thank you for your hard work this year!"
Kitahara Shuji was stunned for a moment, not understanding what kind of custom this was. He quickly nodded in return and said politely: "It doesn't have to be like this, it doesn't have to be like this."
Why is this so serious?
Fuyumi frowned and glanced at him, what are you doing? She quickly stretched out her hand to gently hold the bottom of the wine glass again, and whispered: "You can just drink it, there is no need to thank us."
Kitahara Shuji tilted his head slightly and asked in a low voice: "Why should I drink this glass of wine?" Isn't this a trap? For example, if I drink it, I will marry into your family or something...
"You have done the most good work this year! Stop talking nonsense and drink quickly!" Fuyumi motioned to the Fuze family's salty eggs who were keeping their heads down. Without drinking, they couldn't raise their heads or continue eating. This glass of wine was for a
The person who has worked the hardest during the year, that is, the person who has made the greatest contribution, is usually given to the head of the family.
So that's it, Kitahara Shuji understood in his heart, and then he felt slightly warm. At least his efforts were seen by others, which was really heartwarming.
He drank the wine in one gulp and said with a smile: "Everyone has worked hard this year. Please continue to work hard next year."