The system is the king of the counterattack master

Hard practice, this is probably the least skillful skill, but it seems that this skill is also the most effective skill. Is there anything in this world that can't be learned through hard work?
Han Xiaodong wailed in his heart.

Just when he was on the verge of despair, he heard Mr. Qiu say:
"Do you know why people don't like to make wowotou nowadays?"

Han Xiaodong wailed and replied, "Because it's difficult."

"correct."

Han Xiaodong didn't expect Mr. Qiu to admit his statement so simply. According to the usual practice, shouldn't there be other reasons?Now he is a little uncomfortable without being reversed.

"Wowotou is made of cornmeal. Unlike wheat flour, its particles are larger, so the stickiness is worse. I don't ask you to use too much force when kneading the dough. That's the reason.

The buns made by people in the past are thick and big. One is to relieve hunger, and another reason is that it is not easy to make small shapes of cornmeal, and everyone has no patience. "

Grandpa Qiu told Han Xiaodong the difference between Wowotouer and ordinary noodles, which gave him a little understanding of the problem he just encountered, but he immediately thought of a solution to the problem:

"Then why don't we just make it bigger? I will do it!"

Old Man Qiu tapped him again with his chopsticks:

"You're an idiot, and a person of status speaks of delicacy when eating. Look at any five-star hotel that serves even the pot!"

Han Xiaodong rubbed his head. He had never been to a five-star hotel, but he had seen it occasionally on TV, and it was indeed the kind with very delicate presentation.

"This noodle dish has a name, it's called Golden Nest, and it's also called Ten Thousand Points of Gold Ingots. Are you talking about giving someone a large golden tomb?"

Mr. Qiu reprimanded in an angry manner, keeping Han Xiaodong's words low and silent.

"Don't poke, use your inner strength and try to turn your fingers inside. After learning for so long, you still can't master this kind of strength. You should drag it out and beat it."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Qiu raised his chopsticks to hit him again. Han Xiaodong hurriedly ran away with the mouse in his arms, and went to practice his golden nestouer again.

However, after Mr. Qiu's guidance, Han Xiaodong felt that he was indeed getting more and more comfortable in making things.

I made more than [-] more, and I actually made a decent Wowotou at one time.

"It's done! Grandpa! I've done it!"

Han Xiaodong was so happy holding the little cornbread that he almost jumped up.

"Not bad, keep going, I'll go out for a walk."

Mr. Qiu nodded, stood up, ignored Han Xiaodong, turned around and left the noodle shop.

Seeing that Grandpa Qiu had gone out, Han Xiaodong had no one to show off, so he had no choice but to do it with peace of mind.

After a lot of effort, he finally kneaded more than a hundred pieces of dough into small golden buns, and sat down contentedly.

As a result, the buttocks have not yet sat firmly on the chair.

Mr. Qiu returned to the noodle shop with a small bag.

"Grandpa is done, then what?"

Han Xiaodong asked quickly when he saw Mr. Qiu came back.

Mr. Qiu ignored him, went straight to the operating table, mixed some warm water, then put the contents of the small bag into a piece of gauze, washed it for a while, put it in a small earthen pot, and took a pounding The hammer pounded.

This time Han Xiaodong saw clearly what old man Qiu brought back, it was a large handful of sweet-scented osmanthus.

"Grandpa, what are you doing?" Han Xiaodong asked curiously.

"You will know in a while, put water in the steamer and put it on the fire."

Mr. Qiu gave instructions while pounding the sweet-scented osmanthus vigorously.

Han Xiaodong quickly poured water into the steamer, then lit the fire, and the small fire began to heat up.

He just finished setting up the fire, and Mr. Qiu also finished his work.

Mr. Qiu poured the sweet-scented osmanthus in the small earthen pot together with the juice into the warm water prepared in advance. After stirring evenly, he picked up the golden steamed bun, dipped it in the water very carefully, and then put it in the water. on top of the steamer.

Mr. Qiu's technique was extremely fast. After Han Xiaodong tossed and tossed for a while, there were only fifty or sixty really made Wowotou. He asked Mr. Qiu to put them all into the pot, then covered the pot and sat down. Go back to the chair, just waiting for the steam to come out of the pot.

After about 20 minutes, Mr. Qiu signaled to Han Xiaodong to open the pot.

The moment Han Xiaodong lifted the lid of the pot, he was dizzy from the gushing steam.

This is no steaming a pot of pasta, it is simply steaming a sweet-scented osmanthus garden.

The aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus mixed with the aroma of cornmeal hits the face, making people salivate instantly as soon as they smell it.

Han Xiaodong swallowed, and taking advantage of Mr. Qiu's unpreparedness, he reached out and grabbed a cornbread and threw it into his mouth.

This cornbread was just out of the pot, and it was extremely hot. As soon as Han Xiaodong threw it into his mouth, he regretted it immediately, because it was so hot that he could not chew or swallow, and his mouth was so hot that it hurt, but this cornbread was too hot The smell made him reluctant to spit it out, and if he spit it out, I'm afraid old man Qiu would have to give him a good lesson.

So I can only keep flipping my tongue, let the corn roll in the mouth, in order to achieve the purpose of cooling down quickly.

"You're crazy! It's so hot!" Xiao K shouted loudly in Han Xiaodong's mind!
"It's me who's hot, not you! Why are you shouting!" Han Xiaodong sneered in his heart while flipping his tongue quickly.

"It has nothing to do with me! When your body encounters injury, it will automatically wake me up. I was resting and storing energy, and suddenly I was woken up by you. How can you pay for it!"

Little K roared dissatisfied.

"Whether you pay or not is a trivial matter, hurry up, I feel that my tongue and cheeks have been burned, hurry up and find a way for me!"

Han Xiaodong's hot tears flowed down, he kept sucking in his breath, and begged Little K to help him clean up the mess caused by his greed.

"I refuse! Let you die!"

Little K was really angry this time. Seeing Han Xiaodong grinning, he was unwilling to help.

"Please, please, it hurts, it hurts, let grandpa know that I burned myself with greed, and there will definitely be another lesson."

At this time, Han Xiaodong could only give in. Who told him to be greedy.

Little K had no choice but to activate emergency treatment measures to quickly help Han Xiaodong recover from the burn in his mouth.

"Just this time, don't think of me helping you next time."

Little K's lingering anger apparently persisted.

"Got it, got it, go to sleep."

Han Xiaodong twirled his tongue twice in his mouth, feeling that his injury was healed, he sent Xiao K to log off immediately, knowing that if he wanted to continue online, he would inevitably be nagging.

After a while of shutdown music, Little K is completely offline this time, it seems that he is really annoyed this time.

Mr. Qiu was closing his eyes to enjoy the tangy aroma, but when he opened his eyes, he saw Han Xiaodong holding the lid of the pot with his back turned to him, motionless.

"Xiaodong, what's the matter with you?" Old Man Qiu leaned his neck to the side, looked at Han Xiaodong's profile and asked.

Han Xiaodong had just healed his burns at this time, and when he heard Mr. Qiu calling him, when he turned around, the tears that he shed just now because of the heat were still on his face.

Old Man Qiu was taken aback when he saw this, and then he couldn't help laughing and said:

"As for being so worthless? Just smell it and make you cry?"