Food starts with noodles

First of all, make a little dough, and then knead it into the dead dough according to the ratio of [-]:[-].

Then put it on the griddle to cook.

After such a set of tedious steps, the most important step of making mutton steamed buns is over.

Xu Zhuo dug out the baking powder and kneaded more than half a catty of noodles.

Just make a few for everyone to try. This stuff is more troublesome than stewed noodles, and not many people eat it.

He didn't regard this thing as a business item in the store.

Thanks to the blessing of kneading skills, the dough is neither soft nor hard, soft and smooth.

Put it in the basin to let the noodles rise, and Xu Zhuo took the opportunity to marinate a pot of sheep's feet again.

At least one box of sheep's feet was sold in the morning, and Chen Guifang walked along.

The remaining ones are simply not enough to sell at night.

After finishing all this work, Xu Zhuo let the three of them play in the store, while he went out on his electric bike.

Sweet garlic is indispensable to eat mutton steamed buns.

There is none in the store, and Xu Zhuo doesn't know how to do it either.

But he knew where to find the best candied garlic in Linping City.

Bike and turn into an alley next to the vegetable market.

Ride all the way to the bottom of the alley.

The din of the street outside was completely inaudible.

The eyes are blue brick walls covered with moss, some creepers and tall acacia trees.

It's like suddenly walking from the city to a small street in the countryside.

At the end of the alley, a fence-like wooden gate is inconspicuous.

Xu Zhuo parked the battery car at the door, opened the door and walked in.

The entrance is a yard about half an acre in size.

There are all kinds of pickle jars with small mouths and big belly.

The yard is filled with the unique aroma of pickles.

"Grandpa Sun, are you home?"

Standing in the courtyard, Xu Zhuo called out to the tightly closed door.

After a while, an old voice came from inside.

"Who?"

Then, an old man with white hair and beard walked out of the house tremblingly on crutches.

His name is Sun Lisong, and he is an old acquaintance with Xu Zhuo's grandfather Xu Jimin.

Seeing Xu Zhuo, Sun Lisong was immediately happy.

"Why are you here, kid? Didn't Jimin come with you?"

Sun Lisong looked at least [-] years old. Although he was in good spirits, his legs and feet were obviously weak.

Xu Zhuo walked to him and helped him to sit on the recliner under the tree next to him.

"Grandpa Sun, my grandfather is busy in the provincial capital and has no time to come back."

Sun Lisong chuckled: "It's good to be busy, unlike me, an old man who has been idle at home, and his bones are rotten. By the way, child, what are you doing here?"

"Grandpa Sun, I came here to buy some candied garlic."

Sun Lisong waved his hand and pointed to the jar in the corner.

"Buy whatever you want, just take it if you want to eat it, by the wall, the third jar is sweet-scented osmanthus flavor, the fourth jar is jasmine flavor, you pick it yourself."

Xu Zhuo responded and was not polite to him.

He went out and got two cans from the battery cart.

Go to the side of the jar and open the seal.

Immediately, a tempting sweet and sour smell rushed over.

The taste is also mixed with a touch of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Just smelling this smell, Xu Zhuo started drooling unconsciously.

The inside is pickled with purple skin garlic, which is not big.

Xu Zhuo also packed a can, probably dozens of heads.

Afraid of changing the taste, Xu Zhuo found a spoon again, scooped some sugar and garlic juice from the jar and poured it into the jar.

After everything was done, Xu Zhuo was about to say goodbye.

Sun Lisong suddenly looked at Xu Zhuo and asked him a question.

"Son, do you want to learn this craft?"

Xu Zhuo didn't react.

"Grandpa Sun, what craft are you talking about?"

"The craft of making pickles."

What?

Old man Sun is a little different today.

Xu Jimin came here many times in the past, just wanting to learn from him.

As a result, old man Sun kept pretending to be stupid, which made Xu Jimin's teeth itch with hatred.

Today old man Sun actually asked him if he wanted to learn.

Xu Zhuo thought for a moment, then refused.

"Grandpa Sun, I have to be busy with the noodle shop, so I don't have time to make pickles."

Sun Lisong looked disappointed.

"Yes, I forgot that you have to inherit Jimin's craftsmanship. It seems that this craftsmanship will be ruined in the hands of my old bones..."

"Ding! A new random task has been found, please click on the panel for details."

random mission?

What is this ghost?

Chapter 021: Mutton Soup

This is the first random task in the dog system.

Xu Zhuo entered the system panel, and only then did he understand what the random mission was.

Random task: Help Sun Lisong find his heir.

Task time limit: within one year.

Mission rewards and punishments: Sun Lisong will thank you for success, and no punishment for failure.

After reading it, Xu Zhuo's only thought was, isn't this dog system too perfunctory?

Sun Lisong did not say clearly what he was grateful for.

He liked the lack of punishment for failure, though.

This task let Xu Zhuo know how to communicate with Sun Lisong next.

"Grandpa Sun, can I help you find a successor later?"

Sun Lisong had already closed his eyes and wanted to take a nap.

Hearing this, he immediately opened his eyes and tried to sit up straight.

"I have very high requirements for successors. The person you find may not meet my requirements."

It's just pickles, so mysterious.

Is martial arts passed down?

Xu Zhuo didn't care, and said to Sun Lisong, "I'll bring you back when I find a suitable person."

After speaking, Xu Zhuo took out 200 yuan and stuffed it into Sun Lisong's pocket, and left with the two jars in his arms.

Riding on the battery scooter, Xu Zhuo went straight to Sifang Pavilion.

With this sugar and garlic, basically tonight's mutton steamed buns are invincible.

The candied garlic made by Old Man Sun is not only famous in Linping City, but even people from the provincial capital drive over to buy it.

However, since last year, old man Sun's legs and feet are not flexible, so the pickles he made are no longer sold to the outside world.

Only some old friends who come to the door can get a taste of it.

But it was the first person like Xu Zhuo who had the cheek to bring two jars to the door.

Back in the store, Yu Keke looked at the two jars that Xu Zhuo was holding, and surrounded them curiously.

"What is this? Sugar garlic?"

"Yes, paomo companion, Tangsuan." Xu Zhuo didn't dare to put it outside for fear of being robbed by customers.

He was sent directly to the utility room and placed in a corner.

Sweet garlic is a snack in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. It has a sweet and sour taste. It is not only refreshing and greasy, but it can also prevent colds when eaten regularly.

In the end, I ran to Shaanxi for some reason, and became a partner with mutton steamed buns.

Up to now, eating steamed buns with sugar and garlic has become a dietary rule.

Let the three continue to sit and play, Xu Zhuo went to the back kitchen and started making noodles.

This time it was dead noodles, a total of five catties of noodles.

After kneading the dough, the half catty of noodles just kneaded and expanded almost twice.

Xu Zhuo first flattened the dead dough, then spread the dough on it, and began to press it with his fist.

Let the two doughs combine evenly.

The more thorough the combination, the more authentic the cake will be.

This is a very cumbersome step, fortunately Xu Zhuo has the blessing of kneading skills.

Otherwise, you really can't make this kind of dough.

After kneading, wake up again for 10 minutes.

Taking advantage of this time, Xu Zhuo found a thickened frying pan that the old man asked someone to make when he was in the shop.

There is no griddle in the store, so I can only make do with this thing.

Fortunately, Xu Zhuo has a good kneading skill, so he should not overturn.

I cleaned the pan several times carefully, and soaked small side dishes such as vermicelli, fungus, and day lily.

When making paomo for the first time, everything must be fully prepared.

When the time for waking up was over, Xu Zhuo kneaded the dough again.

Then knead the dough into long strips and cut them into small pieces.

Then Xu Zhuo put the frying pan on the stove and turned on the fire to preheat it.

When the pan was hot, Xu Zhuo used a rolling pin to roll the dough into dough cakes, put them in the pan and started kang.

This method is somewhat similar to making biscuits.

However, the biscuits are made of dough, and they need to be oiled.