Reborn: Still want me to be the receiver? impossible

Shu Zhiqiang quickly mixed the meat filling and added some diced winter melon just to avoid insufficient quantity.

He brought the meat filling next to his mother and found that the other party had already made dozens of dumpling wrappers.

Xiong Fengxia glanced at Shu Zhiqiang and asked, "Qiangzi, are these enough?"

Shu Zhiqiang thought for a moment, then nodded: "You continue to do it. I'll wrap it up and take a look first."

Xiaolongbao is not big, about the same size as dumplings. People in this era are very good eaters, and one person can easily eat twenty or thirty.

His family of four would need seventy or eighty yuan, plus Shu Zhixuan also had to eat for lunch...

So Shu Zhiqiang decided to wrap up all the meat fillings in the bowl.

Xiong Fengxia had no objection. Her son had grown up and could make money to support the family. She could just do whatever the other party said.

But after taking a look at the xiaolongbao made by the other party, she understood. Isn't this a small-sized steamed bun?

It’s really interesting to name it Xiao Long Bao.

Shu Zhixuan on the side also clapped her hands and shouted excitedly: "There are steamed buns to eat!!"

Shu Zhiqiang moved very quickly and finished making dozens of steamed dumplings in less than ten minutes.

Xiong Fengxia couldn't keep up, and it looked like she was running out of dough.

"Mom, don't worry, I'll put the porridge and steamer on first."

Shu Zhiqiang gave instructions, then washed the big pot on the stove, poured in a bowl of rice and started washing the rice.

After washing the rice, pour out the rice washing water, add a few spoons of water, and then find the steamer at home and wash it.

This kind of steamer is also made of woven bamboo and is found in almost every household.

Finally, he put the washed steamer basket on the big pot, and then Shu Zhiqiang squatted under the stove hole to light the fire.

He grabbed a handful of hay in his left hand, held the firewood in his right hand and struck it, and the flames ignited instantly with a sizzling sound.

After lighting the hay, put it into the stove hole, and then continue to stuff the dried cob stems and bamboo leaves inside.

When the fire started to burn, Shu Zhiqiang stuffed the firewood into it.

Burning a fire in the stove is also very particular. Adding firewood early will easily extinguish the flames. If you add firewood late, the flames will be extinguished before the firewood burns.

As long as the firewood is burned, the fire will not go out, and the fire will become stronger and stronger.

After adding firewood, Shu Zhiqiang returned to the stove and found that his mother had already started to help make buns.

Xiong Fengxia glanced at Shu Zhiqiang and started to explain.

"I think there must be more than eighty, and you also cooked porridge. If there are more, we won't be able to finish them all."

"That's enough, that's it." Shu Zhiqiang hummed and nodded.

His fucking skills are very good, and the buns he makes are as good as those he makes.

You must know that Shu Zhiqiang's cooking skills were taught by a chef in his previous life, but Xiong Fengxia was only a village woman and could achieve such a level.

I have to say that women in the 1980s really held up half the sky.

After putting all the xiaolongbao into the steamer, Shu Zhiguo also ran back after delivering the fish, but there was a hint of displeasure on his face.

"Brother! That old man Fu really went too far!

He obviously collected the fish, but still asked you to send the donkey back. "

Two fish, that's two carp weighing one pound, which adds up to two or three yuan.

Even a single man can't earn this kind of money in a month, so he's just lending him a donkey for a few days, and he's not willing to do it?

Shu Zhiguo felt very unhappy when he thought of that guy's face.

But Shu Zhiqiang smiled, patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry about him."

"That old guy is angry because of what happened last night, and these words are probably just angry words;

When we come back in the afternoon, I'll go talk to him. "

Ten minutes later...the smell of meat buns coming out of the cage spread to the entire village, and everyone couldn't help but sniff vigorously.

The Shu Long family who lived next door to Shu Zhiqiang’s house heard it most clearly. Zhou Muying’s face turned dark.

She looked at Shu Long with an unhappy expression and complained.

"Yesterday I ate meat for lunch, drank bone soup at night, and ate meat buns in the morning. Is your brother's family going crazy?"

Shu Long glanced at her but didn't reply a word.

………!

"Hey, whose family is steaming and eating steamed buns here? Still having a hard time?"

"It's not a New Year or a holiday. What kind of steamed buns are you eating? They can't be stuffed with pickles, right?"

"It's impossible, the price of flour is not cheap, who can eat some flour without cooking noodles?

And I smelled meat, it was definitely meat buns. "

A group of villagers who were preparing to go to the fields stopped one after another and smelled the aroma of the meat buns.

There are very few people who are willing to eat meat in this era. If someone eats meat, others will know about it.

As long as you smell it more, it will be like returning to the original.

“I smelled the smell of fried meat at noon yesterday, and at that time I was wondering who had a visitor;

Guess what, I smelled the bone broth again at night;

I don’t know whose family this is. Are you going to live like this all day long? "

An old man's face showed a trace of physical pain, as if someone in his family was wasting money.

In the Changhu Brigade, not to mention eating meat, even eating a meal of white rice is considered a waste of money.

Everyone in the team has little money, and if they spend a little more, they are not willing to spend it. This is the writing of this era.

"Hey, I think that smell of meat buns comes from Xiao Ke Tou's house."

Suddenly, a big man looked around, then pointed at Shu Zhiqiang's house and shouted.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

His family is so poor that they can't even get a wife, so how can they afford meat? "

When they heard that it was Shu Zhiqiang's home, everyone shook their heads in unison.

Who in the brigade didn't know that Xu Xiuying temporarily added a bride price, which caused Shu Zhiqiang to be unable to marry Fu Huijuan?

Shu Zhiqiang's family must be thinking about how to raise the money for the bride price now. How could they eat meat?

However, Uncle Li nodded, saying that it was really possible.

"Yesterday I heard Qiangzi say that it was impossible for him to marry that girl Fu Huijuan;

If he didn't marry a wife, there would still be no problem for his family to eat meat buns. "

"Yes, yes, I heard him say that yesterday."

Seeing a group of people echoing, a young man in his twenties suddenly brightened up.

He immediately ran to Uncle Jianli and asked, "Uncle, are you telling the truth?"

"That guy Qiangzi really said that he won't marry Fu Huijuan?"

Seeing the young man's excitement, Shu Jianli didn't think much and just nodded.

"How can this uncle talk nonsense? These words were all said by Qiangzi himself in the field yesterday;

Okay, I won’t tell you anymore, I still have a lot of work in the fields. "

"Yes, yes, hurry up and harvest the rice. If it rains, it will be over."

"You can stop saying a few words, or I'll smash your crow's mouth!!"

Looking at the backs of this group of people, the young man just breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

"No, I have to go find Qiangzi and ask for clarification after I finish the work!"