When the pot is hot, add oil, slide the pot over it, and there will be no oil left in the pot. Pour in the noodles and spread them along the edge of the pot. When one side is cooked, turn it over. In this way, the pancakes will be fried to death.
Similarly, Zhang Chi’s hometown is called Hudazi.
The oil in Hudazi cannot be too much or too little, nor can there be too much leeks. If it is too much, it will taste like a box of leeks, and if it is less, it will taste like fried dough skin. So this thing looks simple, but if you want to make it, you must make it.
At a very high level, it is quite a test of technique.
However, for housewives like Miao Guifang and Li Xiumei, it is definitely not difficult at all. If they cannot do this well, they will definitely be laughed at by their neighbors.
Mother and grandma are both good at cooking, so the Hudazi pancake comes out quickly. Grandma even put an egg on the pancake this morning.
"Come!"
Zhang Chi saw grandma folding the first piece she had spread out into squares with a shovel, placing it in a bowl like a marching quilt, and pushing it in front of him. He took it with a smile and put it in the cage
He took out a tachyon, stood next to grandma and started eating.
"Do you have any salt?"
Miao Guifang felt relieved when she saw her grandson eating so happily. She was a little worried that there was not enough salt, so she asked her grandson again.
Zhang Chi said humbly: "Well, it's pretty good."
The aroma of leeks, combined with the aroma of pancakes, and the crispiness from frying, made Zhang Chi couldn't help but eat it. Although he could make it himself, when he made it, it never tasted as good as his grandma's.
I don’t know if it’s due to psychological reasons or poor technical skills, but in short, it’s the Hudazi made by my grandma. Every time I eat it, it tastes like it was when I was a kid.
"Put some more chili sauce on it."
Li Xiumei looked at her son eating with a smile. She thought it was so delicious that she almost wanted to eat a piece.
After hearing this, Zhang Chi immediately remembered that this thing would be a perfect match with chili sauce, so he immediately went to get another chili sauce.
With the chili sauce, Zhang Chi stood by the pot and ate three pieces in a row, finally filling himself up.
After waiting for all the pancakes to be spread out, Miao Guifang asked Zhang Chi to call everyone back for dinner. Zhang Chi walked around outside and notified everyone about the meal.
Sitting at the table, Zhang Juan picked up a bowl of stick noodle porridge and was reaching out to pick up the glutinous rice noodles. She turned around and saw her younger brother next to her lowering her head and sucking the porridge attentively, without any intention of touching the glutinous rice noodles.
So he said curiously: "Hey, the sun is rising in the west. Haven't you always liked eating Hutazi? Why don't you despise this thing now that you are rich?"
"What? You eat yours. Why are you talking so much? Your brother has already eaten it," Li Xiumei said.
Zhang Juan understood immediately when she heard this, and opened her mouth and said, "I'm telling you, my own son can still starve you."
Li Xiumei smiled and said, "I can't even stop your mouth if you eat."
Zhang Chi didn't want to talk to his sister, but he had something to talk to her about, so he opened his mouth and said: "Sister, Melika asked me to take you to the city today to buy some clothes for Xiaoxiao. The clothes you brought are not
It wears out after being worn a few times at most. Go to Folsom to buy sturdier clothes for you Xiaoxiao."
Zhang Juan didn't refuse. They were siblings, and Zhang Chi was Xiaoxiao's uncle. Isn't it right for an uncle to buy a set of clothes for his nephew?
"Mom, grandma, you guys should come along too. Let's go to some American cities. It just so happens that we can also visit our uncle and auntie," Zhang Juan said.
Li Xiumei said: "I'm not going, Mom, why don't you go with them?"
Upon hearing this, Miao Guifang waved her hand and said: "I won't go either, they can go by themselves. What's so good about a small county?"
Li Xiumei and Miao Guifang have both been here before. When they came here, they originally thought that there must be big changes here, but they didn't expect that Fulson would still look the same as they remembered.
In the past ten years, not to mention other places, even the villages where everyone lives have been transformed into small Western-style houses, Fulin here is still the same as it was ten years ago. It has long lost the sense of surprise that it felt when I first came here, and there are only a few left.
Lost.
The two of them couldn't help but think: That's it? Is this the world's most powerful country?
"Ask my brother to buy you some clothes. This guy has tens of thousands of cows now. Shouldn't he be respectful to you and grandma?" Zhang Juan said with a smile.
"I don't want him to buy it," Miao Guifang said.
The old lady felt that she could not finish all the clothes she had now, so how could she let her grandson buy her more clothes?
At this time, Zhang Jiaren opened his mouth and said: "Bring me some pants when you go, jeans, the stronger kind."
When they heard that their grandfather wanted to wear jeans, the Zhang Chi siblings were stunned.
"Grandpa, are you ready to get to the top of the wave?" Zhang Juan teased Grandpa.
It's not that Zhang Juan had never bought jeans for the old man before, but Zhang Jiaren didn't wear them even once, and then a nephew in the village took them to wear them. After doing it once, Zhang Juan stopped buying jeans for her grandfather.
Buy based on the clothes the old man wears.
That really saves money and worry. If you buy from other old men, just buy what you have on your body, and you don’t even have to change the color. The old man likes to wear it and is satisfied with it, so it saves trouble both times.
"Give me one too," Zhang Youpeng said.
Zhang Chi heard this and said, "How about we all go together? It's just a fun time."
Zhang Jiaren shook his head: "You'd better go ahead and buy according to your waist size."
"We're not going, you two can go," Zhang Youpeng also said.
Zhang Chi didn't even look at it, so he said no more.
At this time, Miao Guifang remembered what happened last night, so she said to Zhang Chi: "Dachi, your father wants to find a job, and he said that he is a little frustrated after wandering around all day."
Zhang Chi didn't think much about it. This is a ranch. It's not easy to find a job. So he said, "After dinner, I'll talk to Cannon and let him make arrangements. But the work on the ranch is quite tiring."
Yes, if you can’t do it, don’t be brave.”
"You still have to say this?" Zhang Jiaren glared at his grandson, feeling that his grandson really underestimated him.
Zhang Chi didn't say much, he laughed a few times and continued to drink his porridge with his head down.
An An finished her meal happily, and Zhang Chi first called Cannon.
"BOSS!"
"Where is it?" Zhang Chi started by saying a few words.
Cannon said: "I'm in the dormitory. I just came back for breakfast. What can I do?"
Cannon had just returned from a ranch in the west, and he made himself a breakfast. It was a simple fried egg, toast, some fried bacon, and some vegetables. Paired with coffee, it was a delicious breakfast.
"Well, my grandfather and my father want to find a job. You can find something easier for them to kill their time," Zhang Chi said.
Cannon heard that it would be a good thing for two people to work, even if they were doing light work.
Foreigners can be very arrogant sometimes. If you think about it in East Asian culture, the BOSS’s grandpa, even if the BOSS asks you to find some work, you still have to be careful.
But Cannon had no such awareness at all. He felt that the boss asked him to find some work for these two people, and that was what he meant literally.
Even before Zhang Chi finished speaking, Kan Xue began to wonder in his mind which job was suitable for the two novices.
Cannon, who was working on the ranch, must be from Qingqing, and he immediately thought of working.
"Don't worry, you can leave it to me." Cannon patted his chest and removed the package of tickets.
If Zhang Chi knew what errands Cannon had arranged for his father and his father's father, he might have taken Cannon to the edge of the pond, tied him up and thrown him into a pig cage soaked in the pond.
Zhang Chi felt that he had arranged this little matter properly, and he had nothing to worry about when Cannon was doing things, so he hung up the phone, turned back to the room, and started calling his sister at the top of his lungs.
"Sister, are you okay, Xiaoxiao? Stop being so annoying," Zhang Chi shouted.
At this time, Zhang Juan was walking downstairs with her stunned son.
"Why are you shouting? Didn't you say that stores in the United States won't open until after ten o'clock? Why worry about it now?" Zhang Juan said.
"Shops open late, but there are some shops that open early," Zhang Chi said.
As soon as he put down the phone and came back, Zhang Chi had a new idea, which was to dress up his father and grandfather. Since they had to work, they had to look stylish, such as riding boots, plaid shirts and even cowboy hats.
Everything is arranged.
As for Xiaoxiao, he wanted a shrunken version of the little cowboy.
Does it sound like Zhang Chi is about to bleed heavily?
Actually no, here in the west, this kind of dress is the cheapest. On the contrary, it is not easy to buy a dress that is popular in the city. Not only is it hard to find, but even if you find it, the price will be very high.
The consumption here is designed for this, just like no one will sell rainbow flags here in Folsom, and no one supports men and women gathering together.
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People here usually dress up in the same way. The difference is that the clothes are of different colors, from ordinary plaids, to striped shirts, and finally monochromatic ones. In short, just move in a small circle.
Even if you buy fashionable clothes that are on par with fashionable cities like New York and Los Angeles, people here will not wear them on a daily basis, because if you wear such clothes to work, you will think your life is too comfortable.
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All shops here can open later, but some shops selling denim supplies, or small shops that provide various services for ranches, may open earlier in the morning.
Of course, compared with the Chinese shopkeepers this time, it’s just tofu stuffed with hair strands - you can’t even lift it!
But in the western United States, these small shopkeepers who open their doors from nine-thirty to ten o'clock are undoubtedly hard-working people.
"I do not want to go!"
Xiaoxiao suddenly said something.
Zhang Juan yelled: "Aren't you going to buy clothes for you? Be honest and don't let me cut you in the morning."
When he heard that he was going to be beaten, Xiao Xiao immediately shut up. He knew that when his father wanted to cut him, it was usually with loud thunder and light rain. But when his mother wanted to cut him, she said she would cut you for ten minutes, and she would never do it at nine minutes and fifty-nine.
Stop in a second and won't stop until you've cut enough.
As for grandparents, if they say it, it will definitely not fall on them.
She was reluctantly carried into the car by her mother. Xiao Xiao was so angry that she didn't say anything. Zhang Juan didn't care about her son's behavior. If she didn't really want to deal with it, just because of Xiao Xiao's behavior, Zhang Juan would clean it up.