Infrastructure maniacs from the East

Lord Xu is a very thoughtful person, although most of the time he just holds his head and growls silently in his heart that he is a salted fish, but this does not mean that he is really a salted fish, because in this era he is not at all Without the capital of being a salted fish—the rich life of rich clothes and fine food is easy to degenerate, when everything is difficult, do you expect a person who grew up in a honeypot to rot together in this disgusting condition?

impossible!

The old song is good: "If there is no gun or cannon, we will build it ourselves..."

Off topic, come back, as a necessary yeast in modern life, it is temporarily impossible to find here, Lord Xu also has no way to make wine to make yeast in this fruitless territory, but modern people will never give in easily Times, after all, unfermented pasta is really unpalatable. Of course, Lord Xu also knows that most of the reasons for the bad taste are actually the lack of craftsmanship and various ingredients. In the end, the facts also prove that Brother Xu is still your Brother Xu , he overcame all difficulties under such harsh conditions to make old noodles!

Looking at the honeycomb-shaped dough in front of him, with a thin layer of dough on the outside and a layer of light gray dough on it, Xu Tian almost burst into tears - he said that eating salted fish in the cafeteria can keep himself safe because There is takeaway, you can let him try it in the cafeteria, even if there are a hundred dishes for a whole semester, it would be difficult to swallow, let alone ten dishes here would be good, Xu Tian has suffered a lot these days I don't want to say anything more about the suffering, just look at his thin pointed chin, you can know how hard this little life is.

Brother Xu is bitter, but Brother Xu doesn’t say, Brother Xu just wants to eat buns, steamed buns, dumplings, wontons, siu mai, golden silk rolls, golden cakes, purple cloud slices... In short, as long as you need fermented flour pastries, you can have a serving, in the previous life When I was thinking about eating all over the country after I graduated, I ended up going back and forth before I graduated. After so many years, I have not only Qinghai-Tibet beef from Inner Mongolia, Beijing roast duck from Hangzhou, steamed buns from Shandong, and meat from Shaanxi. Jiamo, Hundred Insect Feast in Yunnan, Miao Village Pig in Guizhou, Western-style food in Shanghai, Morning Tea in Guangdong, Earthen Pot Soup in Jiangxi, Hot Dry Noodles in Wuhan, Soil Bamboo Jelly in Fujian, Sichuan’s Spicy Hot Pot, I have never tasted anything else, Thinking about it now, I really regret it.

But it doesn't matter, now Xu Tian has wheat flour and old noodles, so he can make steamed buns and steamed buns by himself to temporarily satisfy his cravings. Although he doesn't have rice and glutinous rice, he can't eat exquisite and beautiful food like crystal shrimp dumplings, but it is enough to appease him temporarily Xu Tian silently rebelled against his stomach for many days.

As a child who originally grew up in the south of the Yangtze River, Lord Xu likes to eat soft and small steamed buns. As for the big steamed buns from the north, he said that he refused because he was really not used to eating them. After all, his hometown is the staple food in the morning. It's not steamed buns or rice.

Lord Xu still remembered that when he was a child, there was a very popular mini steamed bun, about the size of an ordinary dice, with a brown dot in the middle, which was sweet bean paste. This kind of steamed bun was usually not sold individually, but The scale of one yuan and two yuan said that Xu Tian, ​​who had no pocket money in his pocket at that time, liked to go to the steamed stuffed bun shop and weigh one yuan or two yuan of steamed buns as snacks, and ate them while walking on the way home. After eating, they will be piled up one by one and finally become a big piece, and they will be played in the hands for a while before they can eat it in one bite.

Thinking of the taste of the buttery steamed buns that he ate at home, Lord Xu's mouth has already begun to saliva.

Take out the flour that has been ground several times, put it into old noodles and water and stir it into flocs, then knead it into a smooth dough and then put it there temporarily. The basic requirement of Huaxia Baian is to achieve Sanguang—— The water is light and the basin is light, but none of the chefs here can do it, either adding too much water or adding too much noodles. Watching the dough that was originally only the size of a fist slowly become half of the basin, there is already Lord Xu, who had no premonition, stopped decisively and asked the chef to cover the pottery plate and wait for it to ferment by itself.

Well, Lord Xu had expected that the making of steamed buns would basically fail this time, and he could only eat a small portion of these noodles at most, and the rest would probably be distributed to the servants, but each servant probably A bite size.

Holding the last hope, Lord Xu also tried to make food by himself - two eggs, half a cup of milk, and an appropriate amount of flour were stirred into a slightly thick shape and fried in a pan. Lord Xu even sprinkled two pieces with a very exploratory spirit Minced meat...and then he failed.

The fried ones are either burnt or have a smell of flour. The larger ones directly become three-stick dips, sticking to the pan, sticking to the spoon and sticking to the bowl. The taste after eating is similar to the elastic paste of me. Xu Tian really wants to cherish the food , but now I really have no way to eat, so I can only throw them to the chef for them to eat, and change a bowl for myself by the way.

Silently reflecting on his stupid behavior of being a kitchen killer and not being aware of it, Lord Xu returned to the high-level class of talking on paper, which relieved the terrified housekeeper and the others.

Seeing how disobedient he was in his own hands, and the noodle pancakes that were submissive in the hands of the chef, Xu Tian once again realized deeply that he could only make instant noodles in his culinary skills. Holding a bit of burnt-flavored bread, Master Xu silently thought about how to make yogurt... "Qi Min Yao Shu" seems to have it, but he has never read this book, and all the online ones use yeast or yogurt as introductions. I can only regret to temporarily give up this attractive and nutritious good thing.

While eating the noodles, Lord Xu thought of another ancient snack. After counting the ingredients with his naked eyes to make sure that the ingredients were enough, Xu Tian speeded up his eating, and was going to let someone take the shredded radish later. The cakes are made to reminisce about the past.

Shredded radish pancakes are home-made snacks that are never sold outside. The original Lord Xu bought them from a food stall outside a cram school when he was traveling. Since then, he has opened up a new world. The unattractive snacks became the fixed expenses of little friend Xu after school.

Adjust the flour and water to a very thin state, put several pieces of chicken oil in the pot (pigs are temporarily reluctant to kill, so we can only use chickens to make ends meet), the fragrance slowly filled the whole kitchen, the chef I swallowed silently in my heart. Originally, there were no molds used by the elderly at the stall, but there is still no shortage of various styles of pottery spoons here. I can use it for a while. Vegetarian oil, but now it can only be topped with meat oil.

The radish is still reddish-purple. It is carefully peeled and then cut into shreds. The chef obviously seldom does this kind of delicate work, and the cut looks are not very good. Fortunately, Lord Xu also knows The actual situation did not require too much, but I just made a silent note in my heart to find more chopping work for the chef in the future, and the vegetables consumed would directly supplement vitamins for the servants.

The gouache (actually very thin flour) was scooped up, and a handful of purple-red shredded radish was thrown in. The youngest daughter Mary obediently held another spoon to fill it up, and then carefully put it Just put it into the oil pan for a while, and it is a special noun in a certain place, which means deep frying here, and the skilled old man usually throws the tin mold into it directly without fear of hurting himself, which is also a kind of frying pan. Practice makes perfect in the sense.

Don't worry about sticking in the spoon, in fact, when they are half-cooked, they will drag themselves out of the mold and swim freely in the oil pan. The old man who set up the stall only needs to turn this lazy little thing over from time to time. It can be fished out, and the mobile stall owner who is used to it can manage a dozen or even dozens of shredded radish pancakes by himself, only the pot is not big enough and he doesn't seem to be in a hurry.

In order to save space in modern times, there is no wire filter that is directly placed on half of the pot, but the clever brother Xu wittily brought a clay pot with a rough but useful pottery shelf on it. It can be said that I am ugly but I am a useful role model, and the chef transported them all to the earthen rack to drain the oil smoothly. The white and purple radish shredded cake stayed on it well, and the faint fragrance wafted out with the white smoke, and then Bit by bit, it penetrates into your heart and stomach, arouses your appetite and plays with rebellious thinking in your stomach.

Lord Xu is someone who can eat onion, ginger, and garlic but can’t accept eating them, so the shredded radish cake that should be golden yellow with dark green is only white, red and gold. There is a slight click sound when you bite into it, and the shredded radish is refreshing. The sense of presence that Xu Tian tasted before was stronger, but the eight-character mantra that was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, fragrant on the outside and fresh in the inside was not lost, and the taste was still very good.

The extravagant and wasteful lord asked the chef to keep the pot hot with a low heat. He would fry one if he wanted to eat one. Each one had to be fine-tuned to suit his own taste. Add onion, ginger water, minced meat or Coat it with a layer of egg liquid in advance. Xu Tian’s principle is that there is no principle. Deliciousness is the king, and deliciousness is the skill. Finally, after a whole afternoon, there is only one oil left in the pot. Lord Xu I finally found the taste I was most satisfied with, and I asked the chef to write it down and went back to brush my teeth with a full belch.

From the beginning to the end, Brother Xu only ate two whole cakes, the first and the last one. The rest of the cakes were at most the size of a fingernail to taste, and then casually threw them to the housekeeper for him to share. I can't remember how many Xu Tian threw away, but seeing that the flour that was brought over was missing a large piece, and then calculated with my shallow mathematical ability, one for each person is probably more than enough, and one In fact, it is as big as the bottom of a mineral water bottle, and they can digest it even if it is fried.

The author has something to say: Little Theater Xu Tian: When will I have a bite of steamed buns!

Brother Yan: When Eric comes.

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This is also a daily chapter, there is no construction content, and it will add benefits to Lord Xu who is living too hard—————

I found a Zu'an dialect to humiliate the Pirate Dog: You are not as good as a pig, you jump the wall in a hurry, you jump when the chicken flies, you are restless when the chicken flies, you bite Lu Dongbin and don’t know good people, you can’t change it and eat him—————

感谢在2020-03-3018:06:57~2020-03-3117:24:51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 40507549, 1 love in my life;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：雪国折耳猫80瓶；ha.10瓶；平生不相思5瓶；白荀2瓶；绾?嫃鑻1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!