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After watching the plane, continue today's journey.
The county seat of Peng County is very large. We walked around for a long time, and our feet were sore, but according to my mother, we haven't finished half of the shopping yet.
Well, it seems that I am still not suitable for shopping.
Finally, after trying on a few clothes on the street selling clothes, I lost my strength.
"Mom, do you want to take a break? I'm so tired." After I finished speaking, I sat on a chair in the store and really didn't want to leave.
"Then why don't you sit for a few minutes, take a break and continue shopping"
In the morning, I was so excited that I wanted to go to the street earlier, how long have I been shopping? I couldn't move anymore! If I knew this earlier, it would be better to come later.
After resting for about 5 minutes, I was dragged up by my mother. The euphemistic name is that there are many interesting things outside, so hurry up and go shopping, otherwise there is not enough time.
There is no way, reluctance is reluctance, but I can't say it back at this time.
After that, I probably won't want to take me out to play.
But having said that, I was originally brought here to play, but now it feels like my dad and my mom are shopping romantically.
Also, women can really go shopping! After walking for so long, I don't feel tired at all.
"Kats, kats, kaka", you can tell from the sound how crisp this thing is!
Looking at passerby A who just walked past, and the special chewing sound from her mouth.
After the sound, there was a mixture of burnt and numb smells, which kept drilling into my nostrils.
fragrant! After swallowing my saliva, I couldn't recover for a long time.
"Mom, what did she eat, it sounds so crispy"
"Which one?" My mother looked at me in a daze, not knowing who I was talking about.
Following the direction of my finger, she knew what my so-called human and fragile are.
"Oh, that's Juntun Guokui, a specialty of Pengxian County. It's very delicious. Why, you want to eat it. Let's go. I'll buy it for you." one.
So the family diverted to find delicious food.
My mother walked in front, leading us to turn left and right familiarly. The scenery around me kept changing, from a street of clothes at the beginning to a small alley.
After suddenly wearing it out, I found that we had reached the end of the street where we got off in the morning.
"It's here!" As my mother stopped, a small shop named Juntun Guokui appeared in front of me.
? Calling it a store may be a bit unrealistic, the narrow pavement is only more than one meter wide.
Of course, not to mention the seats, you can only buy and eat while walking. This is a bit similar to the fried oil cakes in my hometown market.
The shop is not clean, the walls are dark due to the long-term oily smoke, and the peeling wall skin reveals the red bricks at the bottom, which indicates that the shop is a bit old.
The store is very simple, just a stove with a flat iron pot on it, similar to an iron plate, and a small glass shelf next to the stove.
The pot helmet dross scattered from the shelf, I guess it is used to put the pot helmet.
Possibly because the business is so good, there is no stock at all, so sell out as soon as a batch is baked.
Behind the shelf is a white noodle chopping board, where the boss makes pot helmets.
The whole store is only the owner, even if there are 2 people, it will appear crowded.
The boss is about fifty years old, with a head of gray hair, and his skin is red due to the long-term baking of the fire, and he looks very vigorous at first glance.
It was not a coincidence that the boss told us that the previous batch had just been sold out and we had to wait.
That's right, if it's not sold out, there won't be no one there, at least it's normal to have to line up.
? After asking for the consent of the parents, I began to wait for the production of the next batch. By the way, I was able to secretly learn some skills of making pot helmets.
The boss first dug out a small part of the large pile of dough on the chopping board near the corner of the wall.
? The fermented dough, which has been roughly processed in advance, is divided into small doses after several rounds of kneading.
"Dang! Dangdang~" I saw the boss pick up a small wooden stick with one hand, skillfully roll out the dough, back and forth twice, and then hit the chopping board.
Then quickly change to another noodle, and repeat the previous action.
After each tap, it indicates that the next dough is already in hand and ready to go.
Rhythmic tapping makes monotonous and repetitive work very rhythmic.
? All the dough is rolled out to growAfter the strip was shaped, the boss put down the small wooden stick and picked up a big bowl.
The bowl is filled with minced meat, which is very fresh. From the analysis of the texture of the meat, it should be the effect of chopping at least 3,800 knives with a kitchen knife.
As for the taste, I haven't tasted it, so I don't comment.
After the first 6 noodles were evenly covered with minced pork, the boss changed another big bowl.
beef? Since I am not very familiar with beef, I have only seen it 2-3 times over the years, so I am not sure.
After the other 6 noodles are evenly covered with minced meat, a new round of rhythm is coming.
I saw the boss press the bottom of the dough with one hand, straighten his fingers into a palm shape, and push up the rolled up dough. This push and roll contains decades of proficiency.
The palm stopped, and the cake was not finished.
The rolled dough is like a sleeping cicada chrysalis, white and fat.
The boss pinched the middle of the dough, turned it sideways, and stood up.
Make a palm with your left hand, hit it on the top of the dough, pause for 0.0001 second, take a deep breath, move your arm, drive your wrist, push your palm, press down hard, the dough spreads around, become flat. It's done!
"Dang! Dangdang~" After the familiar sound of the wooden stick hitting the chopping board, the boss suddenly accelerated his movements.
Raising the left hand, all the flour that had already been held in the hand fell from the air, no more, no less, impartial, just covering the pressed dough and its surrounding five centimeters.
Spreading, rolling, and flipping, all these actions are completed within 5 seconds.
At this time, the oil temperature of the iron pot just rises, and 12 noodle cakes enter the pot one by one.
The bottom of the noodle cake is wrapped in hot oil, and as the hot oil soaks in, it begins to expand and gradually becomes golden.
Wait until the bottom of the pancake is shaped as a whole, and the golden color will deepen and turn golden red.
Turn over 12 doughnuts one by one. Let the upside touch the hot oil and start frying. Time will do the rest.
After both sides were golden, I moved the iron plate away, and the heat waves generated by the fire under the iron plate hit me wave after wave. While everyone was not paying attention, I quietly moved back half a step. In this big summer, I still try my best to Some good points away from it.
The boss uses small tongs to put the fried pot helmets into the stove one by one, and then covers them with an iron plate.
After 2 minutes, uncover the iron plate and turn over the pot helmets one by one.
"One, two" As the boss took out the baked pot helmets one by one and put them on the glass shelf, my eyes never left. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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