Rebirth of the third-rate cook

Liu Guo originally thought that after spending most of the day at the market, he would have solved the tasks for the next few days. It wasn't until he realized that Qin Yan had bought two live chickens before he finally left, that he finally realized how naive he was.

"So, should this chicken be saved until tomorrow?" Liu Guo looked at the two chickens fluttering their wings, feeling inexplicably unreal.

Qin Yan was trying to find a way to house the two chickens, and when he heard Liu Guo's question, he gave a wry smile, "Last year, to save trouble, I bought two freshly killed chickens directly from the market, but my mother didn't say anything. I went to the market early in the morning and bought a live chicken before returning home."

Liu Guo was also quite surprised by Qin's mother's behavior of sticking to the folk customs. However, surprises are surprises, not incomprehensible. People of the older generation have lived like this. Like Chinese New Year, if something is missing, there will be a sense of uneasiness that will affect the fortune of the coming year.

Before dawn on the 28th, Liu Guo got up, and last night accompanied Qin's mother to mix the dough and fermented it. It was just right to make steamed buns at [-] o'clock in the morning!

Seeing Liu Guo's positive appearance, Qin Yan wanted to laugh, but in the end he didn't speak, and got out of bed.

He planned to go through the backyard to the house where he was holding his face, but as soon as he opened the backyard door, Liu Guo was startled, "My God, it snowed so much at night? It's already accumulated a layer, and it's still falling."

Qin Yan followed and looked at the snow on the ground, "It's snowing and steaming steamed buns, look, my mother must be very happy."

As soon as the words were finished, Qin's mother came out of the noodle room cheerfully, "God is taking advantage of the situation, the steamed buns in the twelfth lunar month and snowy day are the most fragrant of wax, and the fortune in the coming year must be good!"

Hearing Qin's mother say this, Liu Guo also laughed, "Then Auntie, it's time for us to do something?"

"I just took a look. I don't think there's enough firewood in the kitchen. I'm really planning to go out and get some back."

Qin Yan stopped Mother Qin, "Okay, don't call this kind of work your son, and I won't be able to help you with the delicate work of making steamed buns later, so hurry up and give me a chance to show off."

Qin's mother didn't insist, and directly pulled Liu Guo, "Then let's go to the chopping board and knead the dough first!"

By the time the stove was hot and the water was boiling, it was already dawn, and Liu Guo and Qin's mother kneaded the dough together, and were cutting the dough one by one.

"The rule every year is to wrap part of the sweet and part of the salty ones, pull some of the long strips without fillings to cut into slices of steamed buns, and add three baskets of rice cakes by the way, and that's all. The balls have been fried and kneaded, and today they can be directly wrapped and put into the basket. I guess it will be a busy day today. If you are tired, take a rest, I can't take care of you today! "

Liu Guo was just wrapping a steamed bun and putting it in the steamer, "I won't be tired. When I was an apprentice, my master sometimes made me knead the dough for a whole day, just to practice my arm strength."

Sitting behind the stove, Qin Yan watched the fire while watching Liu Guo chatting with Qin's mother while making steamed buns. He was in a good mood and wished he could raise his legs and sing a few words.

Qin's mother turned her head and saw Qin Yan's relaxed and contented appearance, and said angrily, "If the fire is almost ready, come over and help put the steamer on the pot!"

"Auntie, there are four kinds of fillings, two kinds of sweet and two kinds of salty, how to distinguish them?" Liu Guo helped Qin Yan put the steamer on the pot, thinking that they had just finished making a bean paste filling, and there was still brown sugar left Stuffed stuffing, pickled vegetable stuffing, and carrot shredded meat stuffing, although he can make four different shapes to distinguish them, but Qin Mama and Qin Yan are probably not good enough, I guess they can only make this kind of round shape Yo, how can we divide them all into one shape?

Qin's mother smiled and took out two small bags from the cabinet, "This is food coloring, I mixed it with water, and then I will use chopsticks to put a red dot on it for the stuffed sugar stuffing, and for the pickled vegetables and meat." One green dot, as for the shredded radish meat, one red dot and one green dot, we do this every year.”

Liu Guo shook her head in self-deprecating manner, thinking about changing her looks, why did she forget the wisdom of the working people?Always use the simplest method to achieve the goal most efficiently.

"Grandma, grandma, I smell the fragrance, do I have something to eat?"

While several adults were fighting, Pudding woke up at some point and ran to the kitchen by himself.

"Yeah, the bean paste will be cooked in a while, and the pudding is probably just waiting to be released!"

"Oh yeah! That's great!"

After the first batch of steamed buns came out of the cage, several people hurriedly poured the steamed buns on the bamboo curtains to cool them down. Pudding held a steamed bun in both hands and shook it back and forth, fearing it would be hot and reluctant to throw it away. The appearance made the three adults laugh. happy.Qin Yan casually picked up a steamed bun, squeezed it, then tore it in half, and handed half of it to Liu Guo, with a natural look, and didn't think there was any problem at all.

Seeing the movements of the two, Qin's mother twitched her eyebrows slightly, but turned around and greeted the pudding, "Is it too hot? Grandma will tear it up for you to eat."

Several people shared the fresh steamed buns. Pudding put on his hat and scarf and ran to the yard to play in the snow, while the adults continued with the rest of the work.

I almost didn't leave the kitchen for a day. After steaming steamed buns and rice cakes, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon when everything was finished and packed.

Liu Guo stretched her waist and moved her arms and legs. Although she was really tired, the joy in her heart never stopped.

"Dad, uncle, come and see the snowman I made!"

The two adults were dragged to the backyard by pudding, and saw four little snowmen lined up on one side of the backyard.

"Does it look like it? Big dad, little dad, grandma, and me!"

Liu Guo looked at the four snowmen. To be more precise, they were four unknown objects without facial features or arms piled up by two or two snowballs, "Then, the pudding snowmen have no eyes, mouths and noses. Who is it?"

"I can tell, I can tell! The big dad is the tallest, so the biggest one is the big dad, then the little dad, then the grandma, and the smallest is Pudding!"

Liu Guo suddenly had an idea, "Wait a minute, Pudding, I'll find a way to draw the snowman's facial features for you." Said and ran back to the kitchen.

"Auntie, where's the coloring you used when steaming the steamed buns just now?"

"Here, what's the matter?"

"Hey, it's nothing, just borrow it."

Returning to the backyard with two bowls of pigmented water, "Brother Qin, go find some stones and come back. They can be used as eyes, and the mouth can be painted with red pigment, and the green one can be used to paint hair on the forehead..."