"Is this OK?"

Chi Jiaqiangdu's father sat in the yard, holding a kitchen knife in each hand, sitting on a small stool and chopping the meat filling. The meat less than two pounds had been chopped into the stuffing. According to the old man's wishes, this is enough now.

Wen Xu glanced at it and said, "Chop for a while!"

Mr. Chi was dissatisfied and opened his mouth and said, "Then you come and chop, I'll make the rice noodles with sticks!"

"Okay, you're here for this, I'll go chop the stuffing! You're so old, why don't you have any patience?" Wen Xu said as he walked to the homemade round chopping board with a rack, took the dish from the old man, sat down and started chopping the stuffing.

Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta! The crisp sound of knocking in the whole courtyard immediately started to ring happily.

During the chopping process, add shredded ginger and garlic cloves, and some onion and garlic, and continue chopping! When the chopping is almost done, add some soy sauce and dye it. Then chop it for a minute. Put the filling into a big sea bowl, add half a bowl of pepper water soaked in boiling water to the bowl. This is mainly to remove the fishy smell of the meat. Finally, the chopped celery is added. The celery does not need to be chopped too much, but it is very fine, with small particles that are evenly small about two millimeters. Wen Xu likes this taste.

After making the filling, Wen Xu began to roll the dough into a round cake of seven or eight centimeters, wrap it with a large spoon filling, then seal the filling, and press it into pieces of round cakes with a diameter of about ten centimeters on the panel.

"You are too busy to cook this meal, right?" Professor Chi Jiaqiang asked with a dedication and calm attitude.

Without having to eat, the old man knew that the meat and meat pie made by the boy in front of him must be delicious. Why? To be clear, it was to use care. It took nearly a moment to chop the whole meat into filling, and it took a quick knife. The old man had just tried to put the knife on the meat and cut it into two pieces. When the whole meat was not needed to be beaten into the filling bowl, it was already a muddy meat.

Even if I was watching from the side, the old man felt that if he changed the pancake to a work of art and combined with the boy's focused expression, his style would suddenly increase more than one level.

"Anyway, I'm fine. Besides, it's only seven o'clock now, and we'll have dinner on time at half past seven o'clock!" Wen Xu was talking here, and he didn't have idle hands. If the pancakes were not round, press them twice more. If they were too big, they would collect the sides. Anyway, it seemed like they had obsessive-compulsive disorder. They had to make all the pancakes about the same size, and they had to round them to calculate.

After finishing all the cakes, Wen Xu asked to Mr. Chi Jiaqiang: "Have the porridge been cooked?"

At this time, the old man realized that he had been observing Wen Xu to play with the pancakes, and the porridge was not rinsed at all. When he turned around, he saw that the heat on the pot looked like something. If the pot cover was not too heavy, the steam could have overturned the pot cover.

I ran over and uncovered the lid of the pot in three steps, and then I found that the water in the pot was less than half.

Wen Xu stretched out his head: "Put it a little more water!"

The old man Chi Jiaqiang turned around in a very embarrassed manner, scooped a scoop of water from the water tank and added it to the pot, and then added a piece of firewood to continue burning.

There was cooking rice there, Wen Xu had a big pot again. When the pot was heated up, he put some oil in the pot and wiped it around with a dry rag, and then put the four cakes in the pot and began to bake.

After a while, I watched the pancakes spread on one side of the pot, and then changed the side and continued to bake them. I waited for the pancakes to appear slightly yellow on both sides. I changed the pancakes at the bottom of the pan to a new one, changed the pancakes to the side of the pot and continued to bake them with the warm heat at the side of the pot, and waited for all the pancakes to be hung with golden yellow as the size of nails on both sides, and the whole noodles were completely launched. When the pancakes were stretched out and pressed the whole pancakes to sink inwards.

Light pieces of golden white celery pie with white flour, with a layer of crispy pie crust on the outside, which is crispy and crispy when chewed. The soft dough crust inside is covered with pores and extremely soft. The crispy pie crust is shown in one bite. After biting the dough layer, the gravy of the pie filling has the aroma of celery, which penetrates two completely different dough fragrances, soaking the mouth. What a good word!

Everyone holds a piece of celery meat patty, and a bowl of golden stick noodles porridge in front of each person, and a fine noodles cake with thick stick noodles porridge, a perfect farm breakfast!

The only drawback is that Mr. Chi was a little too late to make the porridge. According to Wen Xu's plan, if everything goes well, now he is eating the cake while sucking the warm porridge that can already be smoothly placed.

Because the porridge is too hot, I can only eat the pancakes. When I want to drink the porridge, I have to blow it three or four times with my mouth before I can take a sip of the porridge, which is a bit of a flaw.

Mr. Chi was drinking the porridge while looking at Tongliang at the table, because he saw that in addition to the stick noodles porridge, there were three complete pieces of celery cakes next to the basin. Now Tongliang was tilting his head and gnawing at the cakes. The whole pot house was filled with the fragrance of celery cakes.

"You really didn't say anything to the dog." Mr. Chi didn't know what to say.

Mr. Chi likes warm celery cakes. Let’s put it this way, the old man thinks this is one of the best celery cakes he has ever eaten. They are more delicious than what his wife makes, which is amazing!

"If I eat whatever I want to make do, it won't be treated like this. Today's pancakes are based on the amount," said Wen Xu.

"Whose few left?" Mr. Chi knew that there were five cakes in the pot, so he asked a question as he heard that he was rated.

"One is a scum, look at its performance." Seeing Mr. Chi's intention of asking, he explained: "The husky skeleton thrown by my friend! The rest is the guardian director. Every time she comes over like lightning, I feel that I am not full if I am not prepared!"

Shi Shangzhen appears from time to time. Wen Xu is a regular person, but this teacher is completely different. The little things that appear are different. If you don’t prepare a little, when she appears, Wen Xu will have to give her a little bit of his own. After a while, Wen Xu will do more. Even if she doesn’t show up, she can still fill the stomach of Tongliang.

Hearing Wen Xu say this, Mr. Chi couldn't help but laugh.

At this moment, a crisp voice came from the yard: "What are you laughing at when you are so lively?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Shangzhen appeared at the door of Wen Xu's pot house. It was really said that Cao Cao was here!

"This person's legs are extremely long!" Wen Xu said jokingly.

After saying that, Wen Xu and the old man Chi Jiaqiang looked at each other and immediately burst into laughter.

Shi Shangzhen looked at the two people laughing, first looked at their own dress carefully, but found nothing unusual, so he reached out and rubbed his face: "What's wrong?"

"No! No!" said Mr. Chi.

"There are pancakes left in the big pot, and the porridge is in the small pot!" Wen Xu said directly.

As soon as Shi Shangzhen heard this, he immediately walked to the edge of the pot and said, "I smelled the fragrance as soon as I entered the door! By the way, Professor Chi, why did you meet Wen Xu?"

"I'll just let you come, don't let me, the old man?" Professor Chi happily joked with Shi Shangzhen.

Shi Shangzhen said, "What's the point of not allowing this? I'm a free meal anyway!"

"Don't you have a pot there? Why don't you make it yourself?" Professor Chi asked casually.

Shi Shangzhen served the porridge, took a piece of cake, pulled a stool, sat at the table, tore it open, took a bite, and continued, "Professor Chi, I can make it, but my skills are limited to filling my stomach. I really don't have the ability to make things so fragrant. This person is really first-class in cooking. He also reads other people's recipes online. Even the dogs want to eat what I cook. Wenxu makes it very colorful, fragrant and scented! He is so devoted to cooking!"

"Yes, I was too impatient to chop the stuffing just now," Professor Chi said with a smile.

Wen Xu's eyes were drooping. After listening to the two of them, he heard that they were pulling the village's business.

"How is the story made up?" Professor Chi finished eating a pancake, reached out to touch the second one, grabbed the dough from the pancake and threw it into a bowl, soaked it with chopsticks and picked it up in his mouth and started eating.

"I have already thought of several structures," Shi Shangzhen said: "But I am really not the source of making up stories. So far, I have only made up a story about a scholar from the Wen family taking the exam!"

Professor Chi said, "Let me tell me!"

Shi Shangzhen said: "A scholar named Wen met an old man on his way to Beijing to take the exam. The old man was very ill and was dying on the side of the road. Many people passed by on the road without stretching out their hands. Only this scholar felt compassion and gave some money to treat the old man. Then the scholar continued to rush forward. Who knew that after arriving in the provincial capital, the exam failed... "

Wen Xu was stunned when he heard this story. The whole story was that a scholar named Wen saved an old man. However, he was frustrated in the exam and felt that he had no face to see his parents and wanted to end him. In the end, the old man appeared and saved the scholar and gave the scholar eighteen tea trees, telling the scholar to plant these eighteen tea trees next to his grave to bless his descendants!

The story is very bad. When Wen Xu heard about making up such a story, it was hard to say anything about his IQ! Of course, Wen Xu would not tell the story about his IQ, because the person who made up the story was still on the scene, so he was not stupid.

"What are you doing?" There must be a motivation to make up the story. Wen Xu is ready to find out from the two of them.

Shi Shangzhen said, "Propaganda!"

"Ah! You're a little bit good about this promotion? This story is too low!"

Shi Shangzhen looked at Wen Xu with contempt and said, "Folk legend, this is a folk legend. How tall can it be?"

"That can't be made like this, it has to be based on some basis!"

You should know that these eighteen trees are all planted by Wen Xu. Now that they have created such a "legend", Wen Xu is a little unacceptable.

Professor Chi nodded and was sure of the story: "The story is good!"

"How bad is this?"

Professor Chi looked at Wen Xu and smiled: "Then what do you think the so-called queen of Dahongpao is at the right level?"

"Ah!" Wen Xu was stunned for a moment. He knew about Dahongpao Wen Xu and learned a little about several legends, but he never thought about the level of the legend.

Professor Chi said: "The earliest documentary records of the so-called Dahongpao mother plant are from the Republic of China. No matter whether it is the local or county chronicles, they have not mentioned the current Dahongpao mother plant. In other words, all these legends are just legends. Two hundred and seven years ago, no one knew the so-called Dahongpao mother plant on the cliff. Since even the trees are not famous, where did these legends come from? It was not compiled by others! If others can compile them, why can't you compile the tea trees in Wenjia Village?"

Shi Shangzhen also explained: "Now many scholars believe that the existing Dahongpao mother plant is not the real Dahongpao mother plant, but the fake Dahongpao mother plant has died of death."

"Ah!" Wen Xu felt a little messy now. His view of the small world has changed. Is the relationship going to be at the bragging pace?

Just with Wen Xu's voice, a head stretched out from the door and looked into the room!

If you look closely, who is not a scum?
Chapter completed!