The little husband of the sick prince's family

Carpenter Fang is indeed the most skilled carpenter in the village. After a while, the wiper board that is no different from modern times is ready.

Zou Yun nodded with satisfaction, thinking that 10 catties of sweet potatoes can be made into 5 catties of vermicelli at most including the loss, which would take about an hour, and after selling seven or eight bowls, there would be none. Therefore, if you want to sell, you must expand your production.

"Brother Fang, I will order another 10 wiping boards, the same size as this one."

"That's good." Although I don't know why Brother Yun wants so many hands?But when the business came, Carpenter Fang could not refuse: "Pay half of the deposit first, and I will deliver it to you in a few days."

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With the wiping board, the next step is easy. Zou Yun rolled up his sleeves, picked up a big, round and fat sweet potato, and rubbed it up and down the wiping board quickly. With his movements, the sweet potato quickly It was cut into a paste and fell into the basin along the small round hole.

After a while, there was only a small piece left in his hand. In order to avoid hurting his hand, Zou Yun directed Qi Lin, who stood aside and had nothing to do, to stand aside and said, "Brother Lin, help me get another wooden basin. We use these leftover sweet potato cubes to make porridge, otherwise it would go to waste."

"Brother Lin, go and help me bring a bucket of water."

"Brother Lin, go and help me boil a pot of water."

Since the cooking incident, in order to make amends, Qi Lin has been able to cook independently under Zou Yun's leadership. Although not as good as Yu Zhou's craftsmanship, but above the average level, Zou Yun happily handed over the kitchen to he.

An hour later, the 10-jin smooth sweet potatoes finally turned into mush, and the yard was filled with wooden pots of different sizes.

Zou Yun shook his sore hands, looked around and said: "You're done, the next thing is to wait for an hour."

Yes, the steps to make sweet potato flour are very simple. The only trouble may be to wait, wait until a clean solid powder is deposited under the wooden basin. If you want to produce a lot of flour without impurities, you need to wait a long time One day and repeated powder washing several times to get white sweet potato powder.

Another hour passed, Zou Yun poured out the water on the wooden basin, and the reddish powder lumps under the basin came into view.

Take out, mash, add water, stir.

Soon, the sweet potato flour turned into a transparent viscous liquid.

Scoop it up with a slotted spoon and swirl it over the hot water, and strips of crystal clear sweet potato flour are made.

Sprinkle the soul of hot and sour powder - chili and vinegar, the kitchen is filled with fragrance.

"Brother Lin, come and taste if it suits your appetite." Zou Yun handed over a small chopsticks of vermicelli and handed it over.

Unexpectedly, Qi Lin held his hand directly and lowered his head to taste it.

Zou Yun's cheeks flushed slightly, and he could even feel the thin callus between Qi Lin's fingers from holding the pen.

"Not bad." At the moment of entrance, it is spicy at first, which is addictive, then the old vinegar fills the mouth, making people want to stop, and finally the sweet potato flour is the most bouncy, with a strange taste.

"That's right~" Xiao Fulang raised his voice at the end, his eyes sparkled, if it wasn't for the rush of time, adding a marinated egg, it would be absolutely perfect! ! !

Qi Lin looked at his red mouth that was scorched, and was stunned for a moment. After a while, he reached out to help him wipe off the red oil on the corner of his mouth, and rubbed it for a while, then said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Yun ,you……".

Zou Yun panicked, his heart was pounding, as if he was going to burst out of his chest, he suddenly lowered his head, feeling that his ears were about to burn, he picked up the bowl and chopsticks in a panic, his footsteps were flustered, his eyes were wandering, Stuttering: "Song... Aunt Song and the others are coming, I... I will go out first."

Under the grape trellis, Zou Yun touched the corner of his lips unconsciously, and wiped it vigorously with his thumb a few times, trying to cover up the tingling sensation.

Zou Yun lay down on the table depressed, and mumbled to himself vaguely, "What's the matter?"

In the kitchen, Qi Lin was cleaning the bowls and chopsticks, his face was still expressionless as usual, but if you observe carefully, you will find the stretch between his eyebrows and eyes.

Thinking that eating hot and sour noodles alone would be too monotonous, Zou Yun went back to the kitchen in despair.

As soon as he stepped in, Qi Lin turned his head to look at him. The soft light of the setting sun smoothed his usually too sharp edges and corners, making him more elegant.

The little girl trembled again, Zou Yun hated his dog-like attributes, looking at the beauty, he forgot all the serious things.

He touched the tip of his nose and changed the subject: "Brother Lin, go and chop the green onions and put them in a small plate." It was hard to say, Zou Yun was worried that Mrs. Song and the others didn't like chopped green onions, so he didn't add them directly to the hot and sour powder in.

And he is in charge of fried eggs, without marinated eggs, fried eggs can also make do.

When everything was served on the table, Mrs. Song and Song Dazhuang also arrived.

The two of them could smell the fragrance from a long distance, and they looked forward to today's food even more.

"Ma'am, I'm missing you guys, come and have a taste." Zou Yun greeted warmly.

A simple ceramic bowl holds overflowing vermicelli with eggs lying on top.The soup base is a rare red color, and Aunt Song's mouth was saliva irritated by the fragrance: "Brother Yun, that's because...that pepper was added? Why is it so fragrant."

"Mother, eat quickly." Song Dazhuang was also stimulated to swallow his saliva continuously, picked up the bowl and sucked it with a puff puff puff sound, his small eyes instantly widened, round and round.

Aunt Song's food is more refined, but her hand movements are also fast.

The scorched egg is wrapped in a red soup base, and the taste of the egg is richer, it is really delicious! ! !Aunt Song slowed down and took bites, feeling that the eggs were not enough for the first time.

After eating a bowl, both of them sighed in satisfaction.

"anything else?"

"Yes! Hiss~" Song Dazhuang answered positively, his thigh hurt, and he stared at Aunt Song with aggrieved eyes, saying in his eyes: Mother, why are you pinching my thigh.

Aunt Song was so pissed off by her stupid son, she glanced sideways, and said with a smile: "No need, Brother Yun, you can keep the rest for yourself, we already ate it when we came here, don't listen to your big brother , nonsense."

No matter how good the relationship is with this dead child, he can't keep begging for food.

Song Dazhuang felt aggrieved, thinking, the bottom of his mother's bowl is reflecting light now!

Zou Yun understood, and ignored Mrs. Song's obstruction, and added two more bowls: "If Mrs. Song is polite to me again, I will get angry. Besides, if you didn't bring me sweet potatoes, I would never have thought of this recipe."

"Sweet potato?" Aunt Song and Song Dazhuang looked at each other in dismay. Did they smell like sweet potato just now?

Recently, they eat sweet potatoes three times a day, no matter how sweet and soft the sweet potatoes are, they feel like vomiting.

Song Dazhuang said tremblingly: "Brother Yun, are these vermicelli really made of sweet potatoes? Don't lie to us just because you want us to eat more bowls." Song Dazhuang became more moved when he thought about it, and even sniffled.

Zou Yun's head was full of black lines, this Song Dazhuang must be too imaginative, he briefly introduced the steps, and Aunt Song began to eat with confidence.

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