Who knows! As soon as I returned to the mountains to farm, I encountered a natural disaster.

The marinated meat has become half-cooked, wrapped in pieces of glutinous rice, and is delicious cut into slices, steamed or stir-fried.

Zhao Yeqing preferred to eat steamed, so he set up a pot and steamer and put the thinly sliced ​​sour meat on top.

Pan-fried sour pork has a burnt aroma, but it is easy to get tired of eating, while steamed sour pork is soft.

The fiber of the meat that has been marinated in acid has been destroyed, and it is softer than other meats when eaten. After being steamed over high heat, the fat in the meat is steamed out, and it melts in your mouth as soon as you take a sip.

The glutinous rice wrapped around the meat is steamed and absorbs the aroma of oil, making it more delicious than the meat.

The sour meat was steamed in a pot, and Zhao Yeqing also steamed two steamed buns inside, and asked Mu Xi to quickly make highland barley cakes.

The highland barley paste can be made as soon as possible, but the highland barley cake is a little more troublesome. It does not use dead flour and needs some time to ferment.

Mu Xi poured the highland barley flour into a small basin and added a little wheat flour, yeast and water.

After mixing, cover with gauze and ferment. You have to wait two hours for fermentation to complete.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was nothing to eat, Zhao Yeqing divided out a small bowl of the fried highland barley that was reserved for making rice krispie treats.

Pour water and sugar into the pot, wait until the sugar in the pot melts into the water, and the water bubbles until the water boils dry.

The syrup in the pot gradually turned amber. Zhao Yeqing quickly took the pot off the stove and poured a bowl of fried highland barley rice into it.

Use chopsticks to flip it over until every grain of highland barley rice is coated with syrup before stopping.

The syrup was so sticky that the highland barley rice turned into a ball. After a minute, the temperature of the sugar dropped, and Zhao Yeqing reached out to crush the coagulated fried rice.

This gives you a highland barley version of caramel popcorn.

The syrup hardens after cooling, and when wrapped in highland barley rice, it tastes crunchy and sweet.

It suits Mu Xi's taste very well.

Zhao Yeqing sighed as he ate, "It would be great if there was tea."

I feel bad when I talk about this. I started looking for tea last year, and I have been looking for tea since summer, but I still can’t find it in winter.

There is tea in the village, but it is not the kind of tea she wants. The kind of tea that is drunk as water in the village is black tea or herbal tea. What she likes is the kind of green tea that has a sweet aftertaste.

Mu Xi couldn't laugh or cry, "Don't even think about tea this season. There is still some licorice left when I boiled water for you last time. It is slightly bitter and sweet. Why don't you cut a piece and try it?"

Zhao Yeqing almost had the words "Are you sick" written on his face?

After the steamed buns were steamed in the pot, the two of them didn't eat much for lunch. They shared a steamed bun to cushion their stomachs.

Mu Xi's steamed buns have a little bit of sugar in them. She likes white steamed buns. Chewing them carefully can taste the sweetness of the steamed buns themselves.

When I poked the sour pork with chopsticks, it was not completely soft yet. Steaming the sour pork is like steaming buckwheat. The longer it is steamed, the better it tastes.

Steam slowly over low heat until the highland barley noodles in the small pot are fermented.

The fermented highland barley dough has doubled in size. Shape it into a small ball, sprinkle with a little oil and press it into a cake shape, then put it into a steamer and steam it until cooked.

The wait was really long. When the highland barley pancakes were steamed, Zhao Yeqing couldn't help but said, "It's finally ready. I would have made highland barley pancakes if I had known about it. It's simpler and more convenient."

"Who, before cooking, said righteously that he could no longer eat so oily at night?"

Zhao Yeqing choked. The highland barley pancakes are fried in oil. They don't need to be steamed for so long, but the calories are a bit high.

She just said some time ago that she works a lot now and doesn't gain weight no matter how much she eats.

It’s only been a little over a week now and I’m slapped in the face.

She couldn't go out after the snow, and there wasn't much work to do. She watched her flesh grow little by little.

She ignored Mu Xi and sat still on the bench. She raised her chin in the direction of the steamer, indicating that he had the eyesight to take out the steamed barley cakes.

Mu Xi laughed, raised his hands to express surrender, wrapped the edge of the plate with a clean cloth, and brought out the steamed highland barley cakes and sour pork.

Using a knife to cut the small cake-like barley cake into small pieces, Zhao Yeqing blew the hot air and picked up a piece of the barley cake and put it into his mouth.

Steamed highland barley cakes look a bit like steamed cakes at first glance, but they don't look like it when eaten. They taste like whole grains but don't choke your throat, and the wheat flavor is very rich.

She ate it with sour meat. The rich fat of the sour meat seeped into the pores of the highland barley cake. The aroma of wheat mixed with the aroma of meat, the sour taste was very appetizing.

Zhao Yeqing had no time in his mouth, and he was already sighing in his heart, absolutely...

Perhaps it was because she was acidophilic and would not refuse any sour food. She ate more than half of a large plate of highland barley cakes.

She didn't dare to drink water after eating. She was afraid that her stomach would swell as soon as she drank water.

Can't move.

Zhao Yeqing slumped on the rocking chair in the room, and Mu Xi helplessly rubbed her stomach to eliminate food.

There is also an unfinished bowl of barley paste on hand.

I can't eat it at all.

Mu Xi drank the rest of her highland barley paste, and Zhao Yeqing turned on his phone, "We still have to wait for the maltose to ferment tonight, so let's watch a movie."

I still have several movies on my phone that I haven’t watched yet.

"Anything is fine, your choice."

Zhao Yeqing chose a science fiction film with a very deceiving cover, but halfway through watching it, he couldn't resist the power of his biological clock and fell asleep.

Mu Xi quietly picked up the phone, turned it off and put it away, then gently picked her up and put her on the bed.

He returned to the kitchen and waited until two o'clock in the morning.

The maltose has been fermented, the glutinous rice and malt crumbs are mixed together, and the bottom of the basin is a fermented yellow liquid.

In addition, take a basin, put gauze in it, pour the glutinous rice mixed with crushed malt and liquid into it, wrap it with gauze and squeeze out all the liquid inside.

The liquid was in a small basin. Mu Xi estimated the amount, poured the liquid into the pot and boiled it, then found a jar of suitable size and waited for a while to put the maltose.

After the water in the liquid in the pot has evaporated almost, it gradually becomes viscous. If you pick it up with chopsticks, it is considered ready if it does not drip down.

Mu Xi yawned, poured the syrup into a jar when it was no longer so hot, then hurriedly washed up and went to bed in a daze.

Zhao Yeqing suddenly woke up when he opened his eyes.

She thought of the maltose she hadn't finished yet, and she kept saying, "I'm done, I'm done."

It was time to lift off the quilt and get up, but Mu Xi put his arms back on the bed.

The voice was a little vague, "It's all done, let's sleep a little longer..."

Mu Xi was so strong that he immediately grabbed her and without controlling his strength, Zhao Yeqing crashed into his arms.

The two bodies are so close to each other that it would be fine if it were any other time, but is this a normal time?

It's morning!

Mu Xi was sleeping deeply, and before he noticed anything, his arms around her tightened again. Her hands had no place to rest on Mu Xi's waist, and her lower waist was clearly defined.

Who knows?

Zhao Yeqing didn't dare to move. She gritted her teeth and forced herself to close her eyes tightly.

You must not look down without looking down.