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Han Xiaodong collapsed.

Even in an instant, there was an urge to find a piece of tofu and kill him.

Little K has this kind of virtue, and Grandpa Qiu also has this kind of virtue. The two most trusted people around him seem to enjoy watching him suffer. I really don't know what evil he did in his previous life, and he will be punished like this in this life.

"Grandpa, if there are two unrelated things next time, let's not talk about them together? I thought you were going to teach me another unique skill, but it turned out that within five seconds of being happy, you threw a pot of cold water The little flame of my enthusiasm has been extinguished, and you are not afraid of catching a cold in this hot and cold weather?"

Han Xiaodong didn't dare to hate Grandpa Qiu like Xiao Xiao, so he could only complain dejectedly.

"You kid, you only want to learn some unique skills all day long, why are there so many unique skills for you to learn?"

Seeing his appearance, Grandpa Qiu also found it funny, but he had no intention of comforting him at all.

"Hey, what are you talking about, but one thing to say, your sauce is really amazing, I'm afraid you can't find a second bottle in the whole world, I guess you are the only one who can brew this sauce, this nest After Wotouer is finished, even if it is not a real palace secret treasure, at least I believe that this sauce is definitely not a mortal thing."

At this time, Han Xiaodong could only find a way for himself. He hadn't learned the craft yet, so now he had to continue to change ways to make Mr. Qiu happy.

"You call it flattering, you didn't do it well, you slapped the horse's hoof." Old Man Qiu gave him a white look:
"This sauce is indeed a palace secret, but it has nothing to do with me. I asked for it from an old friend. That old lady can't do anything else. The skill of making sauce is really amazing. You have a little That's right, she is the only one in the world who can make this kind of golden osmanthus sauce."

Listening to Grandpa Qiu talking about the origin of this sauce, Han Xiaodong suddenly heard the word "old woman", narrowed his eyes, and said with a smirk: "Yo, grandpa, which mother-in-law, don't you want the sunset to be red?" Bar?"

Mr. Qiu was shaking his head and thinking about the origin of the golden osmanthus sauce. When Han Xiaodong said this, he immediately put on a straight face, clicked his tongue, and hit Han Xiaodong on the head with his chopsticks, causing Han Xiaodong to scream :
"Brat, what have you been thinking about all day?!"

Han Xiaodong originally wanted to take this opportunity to get back the place where he was teased by Grandpa Qiu just now, but he forgot that Grandpa Qiu has a family law in his hands, so he rubbed his head and shook his head: "If there is political power coming out of the barrel of a gun, I can't offend you."

After finishing speaking, he remembered the unfinished topic just now, and asked again: "You just praised Cixi's Wowotou a lot, so what do we Wowotou say?"

Seeing that he asked about the noodle dish he was going to make, Mr. Qiu put down his chopsticks and continued to explain:

"Due to historical reasons, Cixi's Wowotou could not be completely restored. Later, Beijing's Fangshan Restaurant partially restored this noodle dish according to ancient records and word of mouth from some old chefs.

I’m going to teach you this today. It’s based on the recipe of Fangshan Restaurant, and I’ve improved it again. The core of it is this sauce. So, you’re lucky. This Wowotou is not something everyone wants to eat. I can eat it. "

After finishing speaking, Mr. Qiu pointed with his finger and asked Han Xiaodong to take out the steamed noodles and put them on the panel.

The noodles were almost cooked, Mr. Qiu picked up the noodles, carefully kneaded them into a long strip, and then quickly pulled the long strips into small doughs.

Han Xiaodong was dumbfounded. In a blink of an eye, a pound of noodles was turned into more than 100 small doughs of the same size. Each of the doughs was golden yellow and looked only the size of a pill, like small golden balls. Generally, fine and smooth.

Because the dough was kneaded with warm water and it was time to cook, the golden ball was not only firm, but also emitted a faint light under the light, which made people love it very much.

These golden balls are not only beautiful, but also faintly exude a faint floral fragrance, which is exactly the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus that seems to be absent.

Different from the rich and tangy scent just now, the scent at this time is appearing and disappearing from time to time, giving people a feeling of being deep in the sweet-scented osmanthus forest. Also followed fly.

After smelling it once, I want to smell it again, but just after smelling it again, before I can savor it carefully, it suddenly disappears again.

It seems that this sauce is really unusual, and Han Xiaodong began to have great expectations for the finished product of this wowotou.

Mr. Qiu didn't talk to him, he put the small dough into his hand, made a circle with his left hand, then put the golden ball in from the bottom, gently pushed it with his right hand, and then wiped it with his thumb, forming a small dimple. Wotouer took shape.

This little Wowotou is very small and cute, and it is mouth-watering even before it is put on the steamer. It is not a problem for Han Xiaodong to eat thirty or fifty of such a Wowotou in one go.

Seeing that Han Xiaodong was staring at Wowotou in a daze, Mr. Qiu put down his work and pointed at him, "I'm done demonstrating, come here."

After speaking, he wiped his hands and sat back in the chair.

Han Xiaodong was dumbfounded at the moment, he was only intoxicated just now, how could he see exactly what Mr. Qiu did?

But now that the old man has spoken, he can't shirk it, so he has no choice but to bite the bullet and follow suit.

He first picked up a golden ball, made a virtual circle with his left hand, put the golden ball in from the bottom, and then pushed it with his right index finger.

puff!
The golden ball was poked a hole in an instant and leaked.

Han Xiaodong was dumbfounded. Just now, he watched his grandpa move like a cloud and flowing water, and it didn't seem to take much effort, but why did the golden ball leak when he poked it here?

Unconvinced, Han Xiaodong picked up another one and poked it as it was.

This time it didn't leak, but the golden ball still split from the middle and became a waste product.

After practicing about a dozen balls, Grandpa Qiu just watched without saying a word. Han Xiaodong still couldn't figure it out. There were holes or cracks in the poked holes. Occasionally it was okay to get one, but it was still a three-round and four-not-flat one. The appearance, no matter how you look at it, is a thousand miles away from that of Mr. Qiu.

He looked at the dozen or so twisted and weird doughs he had made, and his heart collapsed for a while, then he turned his head and said to Old Man Qiu who was sitting there and said, "Grandpa, help me, you can't just watch the fun like this .”

"You give me a gift? I've prepared all the materials for you and taught you the skills. How can I help you?" Mr. Qiu looked so benevolent that it tickled Han Xiaodong's teeth.

But at this moment, it was time to employ people, so Han Xiaodong could only brazenly squat down in front of Mr. Qiu to act obediently:
"Grandpa, look at mine, and then look at yours. There must be skills in it. Please pass it on to me."

"If you want to talk about skills, there is really one thing." Seeing that Han Xiaodong was softening, old man Qiu pretended to be sophisticated and had a knack.

"What technique?" Hearing this, Han Xiaodong immediately regained his energy, and his eyes shone brightly.

"Train hard!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Qiu's chopsticks hit Han Xiaodong on the head.