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Tang Wenyu opened his mouth to say that he couldn't get enough of this family, so he could only declare his surrender with hatred on his face, rubbed his stomach and looked at He Chen expectantly: "I'm so pitiful, hurry up and cook something delicious to comfort me Wounded hearts."

"Brother Chen, ignore him, he ate all my potato chips!" Feng Suisui immediately raised his hand to accuse Tang Wenyu.

He Chen thought it was a bit funny, but remembering the two big baskets of unprocessed sage weed in the back kitchen, he rolled up his sleeves and asked everyone: "I'm going to make Qingming fruit, do you want sweet or salty?"

"Sweet!" "Salty!" Feng Suisui and Corgi said two different answers at the same time, and after looking at each other, they added tacitly at the same time: "Each one of the two! "

"What about you?" He Chen looked at Si Buhui who had already rolled up his sleeves, and guessed what he meant, "Do you want to help?"

Si Buhui nodded: "My lady, I'll help you chop the vegetables."

Si Bugui, a young cooking student, has been in the family restaurant for half a year. He has been in the back kitchen for so long, but he really has no culinary talent. Up to now, when making tomato scrambled eggs, he can still find a few in the scrambled eggs. He Chen usually only dares to let him do some vegetable chopping which he is most comfortable with.Si Buhui was extremely competent in this task.

However, Qingmingguo didn't have any special steps to test the knife skills. After much deliberation, He Chen couldn't think of any task that could be given to Si Buhui. Let's fight the landlord together."

Leaving the four of them staring blankly in the front hall, He Chen went into the kitchen alone and started to deal with the two large baskets of sage grass.

He Chen kept one basket and used it for two days. First, he picked up one of the baskets of sage grass, washed it in water, then added water to the pot and boiled it, poured the cleaned sage grass, and added a spoonful of salt. Blanch it and remove it.Immediately put the sage in cold water for a shower, turn on the blender, and pour the cooled sage into the blender to mash.

The blender was very powerful, and after a while, a pile of turquoise paste was poured out from the mouth of the container, which was extremely viscous and looked a little disgusting.He Chen leaned over and stretched out his hand to test the consistency of the sage grass paste, and nodded with satisfaction.

The curtain of the back kitchen was lifted, and Si Buhui, who was forcibly kicked out of the game because he won too many rounds, walked in with a calm expression.After seeing He Chen cast his gaze, he immediately put on a slightly aggrieved expression: "My lady."

He Chen was stunned: "Why did you come here suddenly? Didn't you let you play with them?"

Tang Wenyu's voice came from all the way outside: "Xiaochen, please take your family secretary away! I don't want to see this man at the poker table again! If he wins again, we will all become The idiot is weird!"

Si Buhui sighed in a cooperative manner: "Actually, I don't want to win so many rounds..."

The implication is that the opponent is not too good.After a few seconds of silence, the three people outside burst out in unison: "You go! My mother won't let me play with someone named Si Buhui!"

He Chen laughed so much that he almost knocked over the mushy container full of sagebrush. When he looked up and saw his boyfriend's aggrieved eyes, he had no choice but to restrain his smile. He took a handful from the grass and handed it to Si Buhui, then pointed to the pestle that he had placed on a high place: "Here, I'll give you the job of the blender."

So Si Buhui stayed in the kitchen logically, holding a small mortar and pestle, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He Chen poured the sagebrush that had been stirred into a paste in the container into the rice flour, kneaded them together and evenly kneaded them into a turquoise dough. It is softer and more extensible, and it is even more fragrant after adding sage paste, which makes people feel fresh when smelling it.

After kneading the dough, He Chen divided it into small pieces, rounded the small pieces and flattened them to make the skin of Qingming fruit.A small portion of sagebrush can make a large plate of Qingming fruit, and He Chen covered half of the entire cooking table with the skin.

Then, He Chen turned around and took some salty stuffing that had been mixed a long time ago, put it into half of the skin, and quickly wrapped the stuffing with the skin and sealed it, making it into a flat and round Qingming fruit.Considering that there are people who only eat salty mouth, He Chen made a small mark on the outside of these salty Qingming fruits, so that they can recognize the taste of the filling after they are steamed in the pot and then opened.

After finishing this half, the sage weed that Si Buhui pounded became mushy, and he brought the mortar in front of He Chen, with a little pride in his eyes: "My lady, I'll pound the sage weed for this part." alright."

"It's great, our family can buy one less blender in the future." He Chen praised without sincerity.

So He Chen used the part of sagebrush that Si Buhui pounded by hand and rice flour to make the outer skin of the other half, and added sweet fillings mixed with sesame seeds, red bean paste and white sugar to make a sweet Delicious Qingming fruit.He Chen also made another mark outside, so that those who only eat sweets will not admit their mistakes when the time comes.

After doing all this, He Chen neatly stacked the two kinds of Qingming fruits in the steamer, and steamed them on high heat.

The fragrance soon wafted out of the cage, the fragrance of sagebrush mixed with the salty fragrance of diced ham and the sweet fragrance of sesame bean paste, the simple and unadorned fragrance can draw out all the gluttons in people's hearts One can't help but think of how delicious the cooked food will be.Even He Chen couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

After all the Qingming fruits in the cage were ripe, He Chen turned off the fire, and took the two large cages off the stove.The three of Feng Suisui put down the card and rushed into the room early on smelling the smell. Seeing He Chen lift the lid of the steamer, they opened their eyes excitedly, and exclaimed "Wow", Feng Suisui raised his hand: "It smells so good! I want to eat the first piece right now!"

The Qingming fruit just out of the pot was still steaming hot, He Chen blocked Feng Suisui's hand that couldn't help reaching in, turned around and took a pair of clean chopsticks for him: "Eat with chopsticks, it's easy to burn when you hold it in your hand." " Feng Suisui had no choice but to take the chopsticks, clumsily picked up a Qingming fruit placed on the edge, impatiently put it to his mouth and blew it twice, opened his mouth and took a big bite.

The hot filling was bitten open in his mouth, and Feng Suisui's mouth couldn't help opening again due to the high-temperature water vapor. Even so, he bravely took a second bite, and his mouth opened quickly. Chewing food together looks a little funny.

"Delicious!" After finally swallowing all the food in his mouth, Feng Suisui moved his chopsticks to the Qingming fruit next to him.He Chen blocked his hand and reminded: "Qingming fruit is made of rice flour, if you eat too much Qingming fruit now, you won't be able to eat at night."

In the evening, there was the sweet and sour pork that Feng Suisui wanted to eat, so naturally he would not give up dinner.But the Qingming fruit is really delicious, he stared at He Chen with his chopsticks and put the fruits one by one into the insulated food box: "Brother Chen, where do you want to take the Qingming fruit?"

Putting the last Qingming fruit into the insulated food box, He Chen pushed the reserved plate of Qingming fruit to Feng Suisui's side, and offered him a salty Qingming fruit: "For those in the nursing home Grandpa and grandma sent some, they must have never tasted it."

Knowing that this is the last Qingming fruit in his hand this afternoon, Feng Suisui licked this fruit very cherishedly, and raised his hand when he heard this: "Then Corgi and I will accompany you, I still want to Let the old man help me make another pair of little sugar figurines."

He Chen carefully closed the lids of the insulated food boxes, straightened up, Si Buhui took the food boxes naturally, and naturally rejected Feng Suisui's request to go out: "Auntie, the last two days I have a cold and need to rest, you and Corgi can't go."

The two children are noisy, usually lively and cute, but when the old man needs to rest, he is definitely like a little sparrow.Si Buhui was worried about his aunt's physical condition, so naturally he didn't want to bring children to disturb her rest.

"However," He Chen weighed another part of the food box in his hand, and said to Feng Suisui with a smile, "What kind of sugar man do you want? If that old man is still there when Buhui and I come back, I'll help you find a pair."

Feng Suisui rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "I want Grandpa to pinch a Brother Buhui and a Brother Chen... I have both Corgi and I, so what if you don't have that? A family needs to be neat and orderly." Well."

Isn't that how the phrase is used?He Chen felt that Xiao Shanjing's language skills needed to be strictly trained.He sighed, rubbed the corners of his eyebrows, and felt that it was really pitiful for him to start worrying about his children's education before he was married.

"Okay, if the old man is still there at that time, I'll let him pinch me and come back with no regrets." He Chen agreed.

He Chen and Si Buhui went out for the second time that day, and when they walked to the street with food boxes, He Chen found that the number of children queuing up had not decreased but increased, which was even smaller than the line he saw when he came back from shopping. It will be twice as long, and several children in the line have already held three or four little sugar figurines, and they are still excitedly waiting for the arrival of the next sugar figurine.

"It's so popular..." He Chen looked at the long line, he was a little uncertain about whether he could be in the line when he came back, so he turned his head to look at Si Buhui: "Why don't you line up first, I'll go Send Qingming fruit to aunt?"

Si Buhui didn't answer, but told He Chen with his eyes that his idea was a little dangerous.

As a result, after the two returned from the nursing home, they went to the street and saw that the long line had disbanded, and the old man who was sitting had already got up and bent over to pack up the tools at hand.

"Wait a minute!" Panting, He Chen ran up to the grandfather, and asked him respectfully, "Grandpa, is it convenient for you to be two more sugar figurines?"

The old man raised his head and saw a young man in his twenties standing in front of him, showing him a kind smile: "The syrup is almost used up, maybe I can't make two."

"Then you make two smaller ones?" He Chen suggested, "Save materials."

In the end, under He Chen's hard work, the grandfather sat down again and used the remaining materials to pinch two little sugar figurines held together by hand. The two little sugar figurines were strung together on a bamboo stick. It sounds very intimate.