Madam, let's steam buns together

Since Zhang Huaruo asked, Yang Dabao naturally knew everything and said everything.

"Dead noodles are dough that has not been fermented. I got up too late today to make fermented live noodles, but don't worry, although the taste is a little different, the ones I made must be delicious."

When Yang Dabao said this confidently, Zhang Huaruo smiled lightly, he naturally believed it, and echoed "Yes".

It can be seen that Zhang Huaruo really wants to help, Yang Dabao divides the dough into five small pieces, while thinking of what Zhang Huaruo can do to help him, so that Zhang Huaruo will not be tired and he will have the fun of participating in the food making .

After Yang Dabao rolled one of the small pieces of dough into a rectangular thin dough with a rolling pin, he looked at the minced green onion he had already chopped in the bowl, and had an idea.

Spread a light layer of oil evenly on the thin dough, sprinkle a little salt, and start rolling the second dough: "Help me sprinkle chopped green onion on it, evenly, according to your favorite taste, put More or less is fine.”

He was finally able to do a favor, so Zhang Huaruo hurried to wash his hands, and when he really stood beside Yang Dabao, facing the dough that had already been sprinkled with salt, he was a little uncertain, so he grabbed a small amount first. Sprinkle it carefully little by little.

When Yang Dabao finished handling the second piece of dough, he raised his head and glanced at Zhang Huaruo. He smiled and asked, "Don't you like minced green onions?"

Zhang Huaruo heard the meaning in his words, and asked in a low voice, "Is...too little?"

Yang Dabao thought for a while and said: "It can't be said that it is too little. For people who can only accept the taste of scallions, this amount is enough. Just add a taste to the pancakes. If it is me, it may be too much." I like to put more."

"...I don't hate the taste of shallots."

Zhang Huaruo tried to sprinkle a small layer on top, Yang Dabao looked at the measurement and nodded: "Just sprinkle according to this amount, it's just right."

Lycium barbarum took the time to look into the kitchen and saw Zhang Huaruo and Yang Dabao standing there side by side. The two of them were not talking at this time. Yang Dabao rolled the dough very fast. Zhang scallions, Yang Dabao has already prepared oil and salt.

Zhang Huaruo was still spreading the diced green onion on the fourth piece of dough, Yang Dabao changed places with him, walked to Zhang Huaruo's side, and began to roll up the first piece of dough, pinching both ends to form a ball.

Originally thought that after sprinkling the minced green onion in this way, he could directly fry it in the pan, but Zhang Huaruo was dumbfounded watching Yang Dabao's series of operations. He watched Yang Dabao roll the re-kneaded dough into a round cake, which was not very big. But the thickness is uniform, just looking at it like this already has an appetite.

The millet porridge over there has been cooked, so Yang Dabao first moved the pottery pot for cooking the porridge away from the stove, put it aside to cool down, and started to preheat the oil pan.

With the obvious "sizzling" sound, the rolled pancake embryos quickly released white mist in the hot pan, but it quickly dissipated. Yang Dabao focused on baking the pancakes, turning the pancakes frequently so that it would not stick It is on the surface of the pot, but it is not turned over very much, and it is turned over when one side is fried and crispy.

At the moment of flipping, Zhang Huaruo happened to get closer, and the tangy fragrance came over him, and he swallowed subconsciously.

Although Yang Dabao didn't see the Adam's apple rolling with his own eyes, he knew from the voice that Zhang Huaruo was greedy. His eyes were still on the pancakes, but the corners of his mouth were involuntarily raised.

The first pancake comes out of the pan.

Yang Dabao put it on the bamboo sieve, and there is a layer of bamboo hemp paper between the bamboo sieve and the pancake to absorb the excess oil on the pancake, and a lotus leaf is placed under the bamboo hemp paper to prevent the oil from passing through the bamboo hemp. Paper stuck to the bamboo sieve is not easy to clean.

Instead of cooking the second pancake, he scooped up a bowl of millet porridge and put it on the table. After he finished frying the third pancake, he put the cooled millet porridge and the first pancake in front of Zhang Huaruo : "It's not hot anymore, let's eat."

Zhang Huaruo looked at him: "You haven't eaten yet."

"It'll be over in a while, you eat first."

Yang Dabao continued to work, Zhang Huaruo looked at the breakfast in front of him, and began to enjoy it with relish.

The millet porridge is silky and smooth, the grains are distinct, and the sweetness is just right, not light or greasy. The taste of pancakes is even more exciting. The skin is crispy and the inside is chewy.

It adds a lot of color, and it is salty and palatable, full of teeth and fragrance.

Zhang Huaruo quickly finished half a bowl of porridge and a whole pancake.

Yang Dabao was also ready to eat at this time, he asked Zhang Huaruo: "Do you want another one?"

Zhang Huaruo patted his stomach and nodded with certainty. Yang Dabao put the pancakes in Zhang Huaruo's bowl, walked out of the kitchen and called wolfberry: "Goji, it's time to eat."

Lycium barbarum hurriedly ran over, with a look of surprise on his face: "So I still have my share!"

The three of them just sat down at the kitchen table and began to eat.

Zhang Huaruo eats his pancakes in a gentle manner, quietly eating his pancakes, and doesn't even make a sound when he drinks porridge. Have an appetite.

Yang Dabao ate quickly, and soon got up to prepare for other things.

Zhang Huaruo raised his head and glanced at Yang Dabao, and found that there was a bit of scallion on the corner of Yang Dabao's mouth. He didn't know it, so he called Yang Dabao's name: "Dabao."

Yang Dabao stopped and walked towards Zhang Huaruo. Zhang Huaruo was sitting on the stool, raised his head slightly, and wiped off the chopped green onion from the corner of Yang Dabao's mouth.

"never mind."

Yang Dabao's ears turned red silently, he quickly raised the back of his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth, his eyes kept looking at Zhang Huaruo, as if timid.

Zhang Huaruo realized at this time that this action seemed to be a little intimate, he returned to his original position with dodge eyes, and buried his head in eating.

Wolfberry looked at the two of them, shook his head secretly and smiled, and complained silently in his heart: I shouldn't have dinner with them, tsk tsk tsk.

Thinking that there are still a group of people outside repairing the roof, although they are not afraid of them slipping away, they still need to be supervised. Wolfberry left the house with unfinished pancakes in his mouth and half-drunk millet porridge.

After breakfast, Yang Dabao went out, wolfberry was outside again to oversee the work, Zhang Huaruo stayed in the house alone, and when he had nothing to do, he began to arrange the clothes he brought from the prime minister's mansion, and prepared to put them in the closet beside the bed.

The newly bought wardrobe at Yang Dabao's house was very large, obviously because Zhang Huaruo had a lot of clothes. However, when Zhang Huaruo opened the wardrobe and was about to put the folded clothes in it, he fell silent looking at the almost empty wardrobe.

Only something was placed in the grid on the upper left corner, all of which were Yang Dabao's clothes.

...He wouldn't just have these few clothes, would he?

Zhang Huaruo counted the number of pieces, and began to think about when he would go out with Yang Dabao to buy some new clothes.

At this moment, his eyes fell on a sandalwood box, which was placed under Yang Dabao's clothes, with only a part exposed.

Zhang Huaruo took it out. It was an old-looking object. He should have had some thoughts. The wooden box was a bit heavy, but it seemed to be just the weight of the wooden box itself, giving the impression that there was nothing inside.

The wooden box was not locked, but it was Yang Dabao's personal belongings. Zhang Huaruo did not open it, but was going to put it back.

However, at this time, his heart palpitations reappeared without warning. Zhang Huaruo shook his hand, and the box fell on top of the pile of clothes, while he leaned against the closet, his face turned pale, biting his lip without making a sound of pain. .

It's okay, it's okay, it'll be over soon.

He didn't want medlar and Yang Dabao to see him in pain, so as not to worry them in vain.

Just as he expected, the palpitations came and went quickly today, he hurriedly straightened his clothes, pretending that nothing happened, and prepared to continue tidying his clothes.

When he looked up, the wooden box was lying on the pile of clothes, but it had already been opened.

There were no valuables inside, only a piece of yellowed paper.

Zhang Huaruo put the paper back into the box, but although he didn't intend to read what was written on the paper, he still saw it at a glance.

Huh?

It turns out that Yang Dabao's family used to have a bun shop?

But ever since Zhang Huaruo knew Yang Dabao, he had only seen him pushing the small cart of the steamed stuffed bun shop, and had never seen him mention the steamed stuffed bun shop.