I have a portable farm

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Zhao Xinyu nodded subconsciously. He once spent a lot of time learning his grandfather's cooking skills. Now that his grandfather has passed away, he can only master his grandfather's cooking skills. If he can pass on his grandfather's cooking skills, it will also be a tribute to his late grandfather. A kind of remembrance.

"Tongtong, how can I do this? I've been feeling dizzy all morning," Zheng Min said with a blush, but she was really looking forward to it.

Zhao Xinyu hardly ever goes to the current farmhouse, she takes care of everything herself, and all the customers who have tasted the dishes she cooks will praise her.

However, the dishes Zheng Min makes are just the ones he learned from Zhao Xinyu. Except for the stewed crucian carp, Zhao Xinyu also said that the other dishes have reached the point of perfection in terms of heat and technique.

Now there is an opportunity to go further. Of course Zheng Min is looking forward to it. Her low education does not mean that he has no ideals. She also wants to make a difference and live up to Zhao Xinyu's help to her.

Zhao Xinyu smiled faintly and said, "Sister Min, you are very talented in cooking. You can learn it much faster than I did."

Receiving Zhao Xinyu's affirmation again greatly increased Zheng Min's confidence, and her eyes instantly became firm, "Xinyu, I don't know if I can succeed, but I will definitely study hard."

Seeing Zheng Min's promise, Zhao Xinyu looked at Du Mengnan. After all, Du Mengnan also opened a hotel. If he opened his own hotel, he would definitely compete with Pengcheng Hotel.

Why didn't Du Mengnan understand what Zhao Xinyu meant? She smiled faintly and said, "Zhao Xinyu, the farmhouse is already well-known to people in Pengcheng. It happens to be across the road from Tingfenglin, so it's convenient for everything."

"Xinyu, last year several families over there asked my dad that they wanted to sell the yard over there. If you open a hotel there, it would really be possible. Then you can sell preserved vegetables, hotels, and specialty stores. Where".

Zhao Xinyu looked at Han Jun who was speaking, "Han Jun, but there is also your and Han Li's yard there, and that yard is your wedding room."

"What kind of wedding house can you expand your career? You can buy a house wherever you go. That's it."

Zhao Xinyu nodded, "Then you go back and discuss it with Grandpa Han."

"No need to discuss, my dad definitely agrees with this."

"Zhao Xinyu, a village is different from being established. You can build houses, but if you open a hotel, you must have a development approval."

Zhao Xinyu nodded. Rural areas are all homesteads. There is no problem in growing vegetables, raising fish, and running a farmhouse. But if other projects are to be developed, if the district does not agree, the hotel really cannot be opened.

"Han Li and Han Jun, if we can buy that area, we will buy it. If the approval procedures are not approved, we will plant vegetables and fruit trees."

Seeing Zhao Xinyu say this, Du Mengnan couldn't say anything, "Let me find out for you first."

"Brother Xinyu, what should we have for dinner?" Du Mengyao said softly as Du Mengnan finished her words.

Everyone's head was dark. Everyone had just finished eating. Before they took down the bowl and chopsticks, someone asked what they would eat for dinner.

Seeing the strange looks from everyone, Du Mengyao blushed and said, "I'm also asking."

Zhao Xinyu smiled lightly and said, "Let's eat dumplings tonight."

These words made everyone stunned. Du Mengnan looked at Zhao Xinyu with a strange expression, "Are you stupid? We eat dumplings for New Year's Eve dinner. We should eat Yuanxiao during the Lantern Festival to have a happy reunion."

Du Gang's eyes flickered a few times, "Xinyu, are you talking about glass dumplings?"

Zhao Xinyu nodded, "Mr. Du, have you ever eaten glass dumplings?"

Du Gang sighed slightly, "I once lived in the north. People in the south eat Yuanxiao during the Lantern Festival. But in the past, people in some places in the north ate dumplings during the Lantern Festival. However, the dumpling wrappers were not made of white flour, but Made with potato flour, it is crystal clear and tastes much better than the dumplings we eat every day. I have only eaten it once in the north for more than ten years."

When Du Gang said this, Guan Zhentian couldn't help but nod. He had also been in the northern region. Although he had never eaten glass dumplings, he had heard of the name of glass dumplings.

Others were even more surprised. Many people had images of glass dumplings in their minds, and there was a hint of expectation in their eyes.

"We also want to learn whether glass dumplings are easy to make," Du Mengyao said with a smile.

Zhao Xinyu chuckled and said, "I'll go get ready first. I'll call you when I'm waiting for the package."

There was strength in numbers, and the tableware was quickly cleared away. However, because they were all curious about the glass dumplings, they did not go to rest, but watched Zhao Xinyu prepare them.

Seeing the dumpling fillings prepared by Zhao Xinyu, Xu Mei and Wang Qing, who often make dumplings, had a hint of disappointment in their eyes. Zhao Xinyu's dumpling fillings were not special. They were not much different from their usual dumpling fillings. Just add some auxiliary ingredients to it.

As for the dumpling wrappers, there is nothing special at all, that is, the white flour is replaced with potato flour, and the resulting dough is light green, which is not as good-looking as the white flour.

Seeing this scene, Du Mengyao and the others, who were originally full of curiosity, instantly lost interest. They quietly left at some point. While waiting to make dumplings, only Zheng Min and Zhao Xinyu were left in the kitchen.

Zheng Min had a hint of embarrassment on her face, "Xinyu, they must be tired, I'll roll out the dumpling wrappers."

"Let me do it. The potato flour dumpling skin is not sticky easily. I'll make something."

After a while, Zhao Xinyu placed a small bowl of white stuff on the chopping board, and then began to roll out the dumpling wrappers. Zheng Min took a piece of dumpling wrapper, but the next moment, embarrassment appeared on Zheng Min's face again. No matter how hard she tried, the dumpling wrapper seemed to be joking with him and couldn't be wrapped at all.

Zhao Xinyu laughed. He took a piece of dumpling wrapper, put the dumpling filling in it, wiped a little white on the edge of the dumpling wrapper, and pinched it with his hands, and a dumpling with nine folds was formed.

Zheng Min was slightly stunned. In this day and age, most people are familiar with dumplings. It is possible to make dumplings without any defects. She asked herself that it was impossible. Moreover, she had tried it just now and the dumpling wrappers were not sticky at all. It increases the difficulty even more.

She tried to apply a little baihuhu and made a dumpling, but the appearance was very different from the one made by Zhao Xinyu.

Zheng Min couldn't help but blush, "My wrapping is too ugly. I'll roll out the dumpling wrappers and you wrap them."

"Sister Min, this dumpling wrapper is difficult to make. Practice makes perfect. You'd better make it."

More than an hour later, looking at the light blue, featureless dumplings, Zheng Min also had a hint of doubt in his eyes. Du Gang's words were full of praise for the glass dumplings, but now this dumpling doesn't look like anything. Something special.

"I'll prepare whatever dishes you want for dinner."

Zhao Xinyu's eyes flickered a few times, "Everyone eats a lot of greasy food at noon. In the evening, it should be lighter, potatoes and cabbage, jelly, stewed fish..." Zhao Xinyu named several dishes in succession. The names of every dish are so earthy that you can’t be hungry and become more earthy.

Although the name is very tacky, Zheng Min doesn't think it is tacky at all because she trusts Zhao Xinyu's cooking skills, "I'll prepare it right now."

At dinner, when the light dishes were served on the table, Du Mengnan and the others couldn't help but shake their heads. These dishes were too rustic.

However, the aroma permeating the dishes was very tempting, making them move their index fingers. "What is this? It shouldn't be jelly made from potato powder," Du Mengnan pointed to the light green jelly with a layer of red chili oil on it. The dish with the dots of coriander frowned and asked.

Du Gang smiled lightly and said, "This should be jelly made from tartary buckwheat, which is unique to the north. Give me a bowl."

A small bowl of tartary buckwheat jelly was completely eaten by Du Gang in just a few breaths. Du Gang wiped his mouth and said, "It's really good."

With Du Gang's words, people no longer hesitated and started eating one after another. They couldn't stop eating. In the end, even the soup of potatoes and cabbage was drank cleanly.

After eating, people thought that Zhao Xinyu and Zheng Min hadn't eaten yet, which made people feel embarrassed. Sorry.

"I won't eat the glass dumplings and leave them for brother Zheng Min and Xinyu," Du Mengyao said with a smile while rubbing her belly.

"This is what you said, you don't eat dumplings." As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Xinyu and Zheng Min came in carrying the newly cooked glass dumplings.

Everyone was slightly startled when they saw the dumplings in Zhao Xinyu's hands. They had all seen the glass dumplings made out of them. They were dark blue and had nothing special about them.

But the glass dumplings cooked now are completely different from the glass dumplings they have seen. The outer skin of the dumpling is as transparent as glass, and the inside is colorful and beautiful. This glass dumpling can no longer be described as food, but can be regarded as a handicraft. , as crystal clear as jade.

"Don't move, I won't eat, but I will take some photos," Du Mengyao said softly.

At the beginning of Du Mengyao, Du Mengnan and Guan Bingtong took out their mobile phones one after another. They didn't know how much memory of the mobile phone was wasted. Du Mengyao glanced at the empty plates on the dining table and said, "Brother Xinyu, I said I don't eat dumplings. I'll watch you eat them."

Zhao Xinyu shook his head. He sat down, took a eating plate, poured a little vinegar, and picked up a glass dumpling. He pinched it gently and split the dumpling into two.

The next moment, people couldn't help but be shocked. They had just eaten up all the dishes on the table. Almost everyone felt a sense of bloating. If Zhao Xinyu and Zheng Min hadn't eaten yet, they would have already left the restaurant.

But when the dumplings were split into two, an almost unbearable aroma filled the air, and they instantly felt hungry again.

"Let me try it." Du Gang was the first to hold out his chopsticks.

"I'll try it too," Guan Zhentian said with a smile.

After taking a bite, the two of them were slightly startled. The hot dumplings entered their mouths and they were almost intoxicated by the aroma in their mouths without even chewing them.

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