Great Power Army Reclamation

Erhong made noodles last night and decided to steam buns for her daughter to eat early in the morning. Naturally, the stuffing has to be chopped in the morning, with mutton skin and teeth. This filling is the most delicious.

In fact, tomatoes and tomatoes are popular vegetables all over the world. It can be used both as a dish and as a condiment. As far away as Europe and the United States, and as close as Southeast Asian countries, it is indispensable in almost every meal.

In some countries such as India, Pakistan, Nepal, etc., every dish is inseparable from it. It seems that you can’t cook without tomatoes and peaches.

Piyazi is an onion. As for why it is called Piyazi, there is no way to verify this thing.

However, the Chinese people have much less demand for onions. Many mainlanders have never seen this thing, especially those in the south. Many people have never seen it, let alone eating it.

However, in later generations, they gradually became available everywhere, but there were few cooking methods. Until now, many restaurants have not served dishes made with onions.

I chose a piece of mutton first, with alternating fat and lean ones. Chop finely. Erhong used to cook. Although she could only cook some simple things, she couldn't get hungry.

Ye Mei was also woken up early by the sound of her mother chopping stuffing. When she saw her mother chopping meat, she complained that she was hungry. In fact, she is not hungry yet, it is just a conditioned reflex of a child seeing food.

Erhong comforted her daughter and sped up. Then it was tragic. The minced meat is easy to chop, just use force.

But onions are a bit disobedient. The key is that they can't help but be moved by everything. Even before they finish cutting an onion, they are already bursting into tears.

"Godmother, don't cry! I'll wipe it for you." Ye Mei came over sensibly and brought a towel to wipe her tears.

Erhong lowered her head and asked her daughter to wipe it clean. As for the godmother, she asked her daughter to call her. There was nothing she could do. Her daughter was still too young and couldn't figure out why she had so many mothers. Isn’t it true that everyone only has one?

At this time Martha knocked on the door and Erhong let her in. Seeing Er Hong's red and swollen eyes, she quickly comforted her: "Sister, don't be sad. I don't know how to cook, and I didn't even cry."

Er Hong was angry and laughing, so he could only point to the onion and explain the reason.

Unexpectedly, Martha understood this very well and asked Erhong to soak the onions in cold water. It would be fine if she didn't look directly at them when cutting them.

This trick really worked, the onions were chopped quickly and the stuffing was mixed. Erhong asked Masha to help. After a while, they ate steamed buns together until the noodles were ready.

Martha really likes food like steamed buns and dumplings, and she does whatever the obedient Erhong tells her to do.

Erhong had already started kneading the dough, asking Martha to mix the stuffing, and telling her what to put in it. Although Martha doesn't know how to cook, she is still very competent as a tool person and can do whatever she wants.

"A handful of salt. A little five-spice noodles, an appropriate amount of soy sauce, and an appropriate amount of MSG." Er Hong gave the same instructions.

Martha listened with a confused look on her face. She knew all the things, but she really couldn't understand this amount.

"Sister, can you give me a more precise amount of this, such as a few grams, dozens of grams. This handful is an appropriate amount, I can't figure out how much a little is!"

Erhong didn't care: "That's what my mother taught me, just don't make the stuffing salty, and don't make it tasteless. I don't know how much!"

Martha finally understood what was going on. It turned out to be Erhong and she didn’t know how much. You can make your own decision on this.

Pour a handful of salt in, then soy sauce, vinegar, and various seasonings. After mixing the seasonings thoroughly, Martha nodded with satisfaction. It seems to smell pretty good.

She likes the taste of Chinese soy sauce, which is full of flavor. There is no such thing in Germany. So, after the stuffing was mixed, she poured in less than half a bottle.

At that time, there was no difference between light soy sauce and dark soy sauce, it was just soy sauce. The color is not that heavy either, so even if you put a lot of it, it doesn't look dark.

After the stuffing is thickened, Erhong's noodles are ready. The two of them started making buns, and the two girls forgot about being hungry and started playing with the noodles.

But at this time Erhong was dumbfounded, because she realized that she couldn't make buns at all.

But this is not a problem for her. If she doesn’t know how to make steamed buns, she can just make dumplings. Anyway, there is such a thing as steamed dumplings.

When Martha arrived, she kept mumbling: "Sister, this looks wrong, the buns are round."

Erhong said helplessly: "I don't know how. If you can, just make it. I'll make the dumplings and they will taste the same when you eat them."

Martha struggled for a long time but couldn't get it out, so she finally gave up.

At this point, Ye Mei wondered if she had watched her grandma steam buns too much and made a specious bun. Although it doesn't look good, it is round anyway.

The two mothers immediately regarded it as a treasure and humbly learned from their daughters. Finally, the buns were finished, although they were still ugly.

The two of them discussed and after a while, when it was steamed, they would send it to their mother-in-law so that she could have a taste of their craftsmanship.

Turn off the heat after steaming the buns for half an hour. You have to wait a while before removing the steamer, otherwise the buns will collapse. This is what my mother told me when I was a child.

The time finally came, and both of them were a little excited when they took the blame. Although they are all CEOs of companies with hundreds of millions of dollars. But facing the first pot of steamed buns in life, he couldn't calm down.

The moment the pot lid was lifted, both of them were dumbfounded. There are no round and elastic buns as expected.

Instead, there were piles of suspicious objects slumped inside the cage.

Martha observed for a long time and asked: "Sister, did we do this?"

Erhong glanced at her and nodded helplessly. Who without magic could steal these buns from the air?

This side is obviously not active, but is this unscientific? The dough obviously becomes so good when kneading it.

But it's useless to say anything at this time, and this thing can't be rewinded and played back. I can only take it out of the pot resignedly.

When the time came, the two daughters compared each other and praised her: "The pancakes made by my godmother are so beautiful, even my grandma can't make them."

Regardless of whether it looks good or not, this thing is cooked anyway, so eat it quickly. Martha also comforted Erhong: "Sister, it's okay. We will make it next time. This one is probably delicious too. My stuffing tastes really good."

Erhong heard that it made sense. Wasn't it just that the noodles were not moist and steamed? This does not affect the taste. Besides, the chewy noodles are not unpalatable.

So he served one to each person in a small bowl and said, "Eat quickly. Let's go play when we're full."

The two little girls cheered and moved their chopsticks.

Then there was nothing more. After one bite, both daughters spit out the buns they had bitten off.

"Godmother, it's so painful!" Ye Mei complained with a cry in her voice, her little face wrinkled like a bun.

Er Hong also took a bite in confusion, and immediately frowned. He wanted to swallow it, but ended up spitting it out.

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