I'm a Buddhist foster child

Crispy, soft and sweet, it can also be fried with sauerkraut. Stir-fried glutinous rice balls with sauerkraut taste sour, sweet, salty and fragrant, and have a special flavor. "

The dumb man had never eaten such a weird prison pill, but he still took the sauerkraut jar in Yang Jian's hand, cut the sauerkraut into small pieces according to the steps Yang Jian said, and fried it with the fried glutinous rice balls. Then it floated out. If you don't bite it open, just look at it like this, you can't imagine that there is a sweet taste in the glutinous rice balls.

Chengpan's golden fried glutinous rice balls, and Chengpan's stir-fried glutinous rice balls with sauerkraut came out quickly. Yang Jian took another small bowl, separated some fried glutinous rice balls and stir-fried glutinous rice balls with sauerkraut, and handed them to the mute.

The mute didn't go to pick it up right away, but gave Yang Jian a strange look, and Yang Jian said, "This is your reward for helping him with the meals, and you deserve it."

Only then did the dumb man slowly reach out to take the small bowl handed over by Yang Jian. He still didn't say a word or thank him. He pinched a golden glutinous rice ball with his bare hands and roughly bit open it.

Fried glutinous rice balls with sauerkraut had a browned outer skin, wrapped in a layer of crushed sauerkraut powder, once bitten open, the soft and glutinous sticky, the sweet filling inside burst out in an instant, bringing the billowing heat, and the hot dumb man let out a hissing sound.

Yang Jian said, "How does it taste?"

This stir-fried glutinous rice ball with sauerkraut is a Bijie dish, which is considered a "minority" dish. If some people can't accept this taste, it's a common thing. When Yang Jiangang asked, he didn't know that the mute's eyes turned red and he burst into tears.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and said, "Even if you don't eat well, don't cry."

The dumb man squeezed half of a glutinous rice ball in his hand, rolled his voice several times, and said, "It's delicious, I've never eaten such a delicious prison pill."

The mute's eyes were red, and Yang Jian could tell that it was because of these fried glutinous rice balls that aroused thousands of emotions in his heart, so he couldn't bear to shed tears for a while.Yang Jian just pretended not to know, after all, people are alive, who hasn't felt wronged?He didn't expose the mute, he just smiled and joked, "So it's so delicious that you're crying?"

"Ah!"

As soon as Yang Jian finished speaking, he heard an extremely "sarcasm" sneer, followed the voice, and saw Yang Guang, a small bun in the size of a dime, leaning on the door frame of the dining room with his arms folded, looking aloof , staring at himself.

Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat, it's over, the cheap son came to the dining room to arrest someone.

Yang Guang hugged his fleshy little arms, and twitched the corners of his lips, revealing a "serene" sneer, because his face was too fleshy, and when he smiled, there was a sweet little dimple, grandma's, cold He said coldly: "Father sneaked out, and he is still in the mood to joke? The soup and medicine after a while must be good to drink and cry."