"Minghe."
Minghe still didn't react at all.
Xiao Yu was horrified and rushed forward in a panic, hugging Minghe.
An armful of green onions fell to the ground in Minghe's arms. He opened his dark eyes with excitement, his little face was blank, but he had already spoken: "Uncle, I'm pulling onions."
Turns out he was asleep!
Xiao Yu breathed a long sigh of relief, and then thought of those days when Minghe would get up before dawn, follow him to make steamed buns, walk, sell steamed buns, continue walking, and recite poems.
Today, Yang Jiu and his wife spent even more energy, so they must have been exhausted, so they fell asleep in the vegetable field.
He wiped away the dirt on Minghe's forehead and little face with distress: "Well, you pulled out a lot of green onions."
Minghe's upper and lower eyelids were already fighting, and his little head was swaying like a tumbler, but he still held on and asked, "Uncle, where is my Cong?"
Xiao Yu said warmly: "I'm in front of my uncle. You can go to sleep."
"I want to cook with...my uncle..." Minghe couldn't even open his eyes.
Xiao Yu gently stroked the little guy's head: "Next time, I'll cook with my uncle. This time, just sleep. Be good."
The little guy finally couldn't hold it back anymore, leaned his little head on Xiao Yu's arms, and fell asleep.
Xiao Yu carried Minghe back to the bed in the back room.
Minghe muttered: "Don't bully my uncle...I'll beat you to death...Pull out one green onion, then another green onion...Give them all to my uncle...Give them all to my uncle..." Then he fell asleep. go.
Why is it so painful?
Xiao Yu sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the little guy's fleshy face. He suddenly thought of something and opened up the little guy's shabby clothes.
Um.
Although the small body is not skinny, it is still too skinny.
He had to continue to make more money so that the little guy could eat better and gain weight. He covered Minghe with some clothes, got up and walked out of the back room.
Originally, he wanted to make shredded radish cake right away, but Minghe fell asleep and didn't know when he would wake up. He was worried that the coldness of the shredded radish cake would affect the taste, so he washed the onions, white radish, etc., dried them aside, and then Wash the fabric you bought today, dry it in the sun together with the cotton wool, and then clean the kitchen, inner room, and outer room.
At this time, Minghe hadn't woken up yet, and he was a little tired, so he slept next to Minghe.
He didn't know how long he slept. When he woke up, the bed was empty. He quickly got up and walked out of the hut. He saw Minghe coming in dragging a basket of dry branches: "Minghe."
Minghe raised his head, his eyes bright: "Uncle, you're awake!"
"what are you doing?"
"The kitchen is almost out of firewood, I'll go pick it up!"
Minghe was doing it for the good of his family, but his behavior could easily lead to trouble. Xiao Yu couldn't say harsh words to avoid hurting his sensitive heart, so he first praised "Minghe is awesome" and then said what was in his heart: "However, Next time you go somewhere, tell your uncle, okay? Otherwise, your uncle will be worried."
Minghe accepted it well and nodded immediately: "Yes, I will say it next time."
"Minghe is so nice." Xiao Yu walked forward with a smile, lifted a basket of dry branches into the kitchen, turned around and said, "Let's start making shredded radish cakes, okay?"
"good."
Shredded radish cake is easy to make and delicious. It happens that the poor family has a simple grater, which saves a lot of trouble.
Xiao Yu poured shredded radish of uniform thickness into boiling water and blanched it for a while to remove the spicy taste and make the radish taste soft without losing its crispness. Then he fished it into cold water, squeezed out the water, and put it in a basin.
Add the chopped green onion, lard residue, pepper, star anise powder and fine salt, pour a spoonful of hot oil on it, and after the sizzling sound, the fragrance of the green onion is also stimulated.
"It smells so good!" Minghe said as he stood up from the stove.
"Look at the fire, don't add so much firewood, otherwise the cake will be fried." Minghe can't start the fire, but every time Xiao Yu starts the fire, he can add and take out a lot of firewood.
"Yes." Minghe folded his legs and sat obediently on the small wooden pier of the stove.
"We can fry shredded radish pancakes now!"
"Um!"
The dough is mixed with a little starter, a little oil, warm water and flour. It is not for fermentation, but just to make the dough taste better.
Now the whole dough has been completely relaxed, soft and firm.
Xiao Yu pulled off a ball, pulled it a few times, pulled out a thin piece of dough, added shredded radish stuffing, sealed it, put it in a hot pan, and pressed it lightly with four fingers to form a cake shape.
He then made seven more shredded radish cakes and put them all into the pot. He kept turning them with a wooden shovel.
With a slight sizzling sound, eight thin-skinned golden radish pancakes were ready.
While there was still fire in the stove, Xiao Yu simply cooked a vegetable and egg soup, then said to the open river: "Let's eat!"
"Let's eat!" Minghe stood up from the stove excitedly.
"Are you hungry?"
Minghe touched his flat belly: "I can eat a piglet even if I'm hungry!"
"Let's eat."
"I haven't washed my hands yet."
"Go quickly."
Minghe ran out thumping and ran back thumping again.
The uncle and nephew sat around the chopping board, picked up the shredded radish cake and ate it. The crust of the cake has been fermented and fried, so it is extra soft, thin, fragrant, and a little sweet and crunchy. The shredded radish is mixed with chopped green onion. The aroma, the waxy aroma of pork dregs, without losing its own softness and crispness.
Every bite is a pleasure for the mouth, taste buds, and stomach.
Minghe's mouth was filled with oil as he ate, and he couldn't help but praise: "Uncle, this...this...the cake is so delicious!" It was so delicious that Minghe was speechless.
"I think it's very delicious too."
Minghe suggested: "Then let's go to the small pier to sell cakes."
"no."
"why?"
"It consumes too much oil." Moreover, they only have one iron pot. They are making steamed buns and frying shredded radish pancakes. They will probably be busy until noon. By then, all the pedestrians on the small pier have lunch, and their steamed buns may not be sold. , Xiao Yu could only give up this idea temporarily.
"It's a waste of gas, so we won't sell it." Minghe said immediately.
"Little stingy kid, eat more."
"whee."
The two uncles and nephews looked thin, but they had huge appetites. In a short time, they had eaten eight shredded radish pancakes and a bowl of vegetable and egg soup. Then Xiao Yu started making bedding while Ming He watched from the side.
Xiao Yu made them all from memory, and they were a bit ugly, but they were enough to keep them warm.
Minghe didn't realize it, and praised quickly: "Little uncle, you are so awesome. This quilt is so warm. We don't get cold in winter. Little uncle, you can do everything well."
Wave after wave of rainbow farts made Xiao Yu feel like he was the best tailor in Jingguo. In the evening, he made quilts and mattresses and spread them on the bed in the back room.
"Wow, we have bedding!" Minghe was very excited.
Xiao Yu nodded.
"It won't be cold in winter."
"This quilt is too thin. I will make a thicker quilt later."
"Then do it." Minghe said with a high face.
Xiao Yu touched Ming He's little fleshy face and said, "Okay, by then we will not only have thick bedding, but also cotton-padded clothes."
Minghe added: "And cotton shoes."
Xiao Yu nodded: "Yes."
Minghe added: "There is also a small stove."
"That's right."
"And there's a lot of flour and rice."
"Yes." There is basically no food stored at home. When we have money, we will store more food and vegetables.
"..." Minghe continued excitedly.
Xiao Yu looked at Chou Chou's new bedding and felt much more at ease. When the temperature dropped at night, he and Ming He calmly got into bed and slept comfortably. However, it was much colder than yesterday when they woke up in the morning. Xiao Yu looked at Ming He worriedly: "Is it cold?"
"It won't feel cold if you move!" Minghe immediately started running.
really.
You won't feel cold if you exercise.
But they can't keep moving, right?
Xiao Yu made a bowl of braised noodles and the two of them ate to warm themselves up. After selling the buns today, he planned to go to the town to buy some fabric and cotton wool and ask someone to make thicker clothes and cotton-padded clothes.
Unexpectedly, before he arrived at the small pier, drizzle began to fall in the sky again. Although it was not a big deal, he felt that he should buy another umbrella and two pairs of shoes... After this calculation, the two or three taels of silver left in his hand increased. Not enough anymore.
well!
The family is too poor!
Making too little money!
He was frowning and thinking, when he heard the shouting and looked up, it was the fat old man again.
For so many days, this fat man came to eat steamed buns every day. Xiao Yu also became familiar with him and knew that his surname was Yuan. His wife passed away a few years ago. He did not marry another wife. He focused on eating, drinking and traveling. , I recently came to Qingshi Town to see my daughter in marriage.
"Grandpa, you're here. We have shredded radish buns today." Before Xiao Yu could say anything, Minghe greeted him enthusiastically and promoted the product.
Mr. Yuan was surprised: "Is there a new flavor?"
Minghe nodded like a fool: "Yeah!"
Xiao Yu smiled and said: "That's right."
"Then I want to try it." Mr. Yuan was looking forward to it.
Xiao Yu then brought Mr. Yuan a shredded radish bun.
Mr. Yuan thought that Xiao Yu’s stuffed buns with green vegetables, mushrooms and carrots were delicious, so he kept making stuffed buns with green vegetables, mushrooms and carrots. It happened that this was what he liked, so he didn’t mind and ate one or two every day.
He didn't expect that this shredded white radish could be so amazing. It had a soft, crispy and moist aroma with sweetness, which was different from vegetables, mushrooms and carrots. He really had never tasted such delicious shredded radish buns and couldn't bear it. Everyone praised: "It's so delicious!"
Xiao Yu was selling steamed buns and didn't hear Master Yuan speak.
Ming He, who had been standing next to Xiao Yu's clothes, heard it, and he replied enthusiastically: "Yeah, everything my uncle makes is delicious."
"What else will your uncle do?" Mr. Yuan asked in surprise.
Minghe said proudly: "Yes, my little uncle can do everything!"
"Yeah?"
Hearing the suspicion in Master Yuan's tone, Minghe opened his eyes wide and said, "Grandpa, I am a beautiful child. I don't lie. You have to believe me! My little uncle's boiled water is the best!"
Master Yuan burst out laughing after hearing this. He had nothing to do anyway, so he sat on the exposed roots of a big tree and asked, "Little boy, tell me, what did your uncle do?"
"Soaked steamed buns."
"Soaked steamed buns?" Mr. Yuan couldn't remember what kind of delicacy this was.
“Incredibly delicious!”
"anything else?"
"Radish cake."
"anything else?"
"..."
"anything else?"
"There are also noodles with vegetables and pork dregs. Take a sip and I'll finish them all." Minghe couldn't help but swallowed his saliva when he thought that the noodles with vegetables and pork dregs were really delicious.
Mr. Yuan heard a lot about delicious food, thought about it, and said, "Okay."
"What's going on?" Minghe was puzzled.
"I'm looking for the little baby's uncle!"
"Grandpa, I don't understand what you are saying." Minghe was extremely confused.
"I'll talk to your uncle first."
"Okay, then you talk, you talk, you talk to your uncle."
It happened that Xiao Yu's steamed buns were almost sold out, and Mr. Yuan said, "Xiao Yu, can I ask you a favor?"
"Master Yuan, if you have something to say, you can tell me," Xiao Yu said.
Master Yuan asked directly: "Can you have a birthday party at my daughter's house?"
"Birthday party?"
"Yes, to tell you the truth, apart from visiting my daughter, I came to Qingshi Town to celebrate my grandson's third birthday. The day after tomorrow, I would like to ask you to help in the kitchen."
Xiao Yu told the truth: "But I have never had a birthday party."
"It doesn't matter, just make the pasta you're good at."
Xiao Yu is good at more than just pasta.
"Just help tomorrow and the next two days. Then we will pay you six taels of silver for your hard work."
"How much?" Xiao Yu and Minghe's uncle and nephew asked in unison.
