The door of the rain bar was closed, and the onions, ginger, and garlic had been peeled. They were washed at the faucet, swung with water, and placed directly on top of the minced meat. Ma Teng took the two knives and started chopping violently.
It quickly broke into dregs and merged with the minced meat.
Chop the meat filling, take a small basin, and put the meat filling in.
Next comes the rain’s job.
After checking the seasonings, I started to put in the eight spices from Liubiju, soy sauce, sesame oil, and salt.
Anyway, it was just watching the silly pillar twitching.
But overall, the taste is okay.
Ma Teng added some more sesame oil, which made the flavor even better.
One word, fragrant.
The angry Shazhu cursed the two prodigals.
Turn around and leave.
I didn’t even look at it. In front of a chef, the filling of a dumpling was messed up. Even if it was edible, how delicious would it be?
Why don't you leave? angry? Or help?
Silly Zhu is not the kind of person who likes to lend a helping hand.
Ma Teng smiled and watched Silly Zhu leave on his own, so that he wouldn't have to wait to speak sarcastically to him.
Silly Zhu also felt that the people in the yard were exaggerating. Yu Yu was only 14, and he didn't have any moral integrity when speaking.
Maarten stirred the filling.
Yu Yu then started kneading the dough and rolling out the dumpling wrappers.
I have to say that this little girl's talent is really incredible.
You can make five dumpling skins at a time.
When Ma Teng praised her, she said that she had seen He Daqing roll out dumpling wrappers, and he would roll out at least ten dumpling wrappers at a time, but she was still far behind.
The dumplings made in rainwater are particularly beautiful.
It was a small one, and the flowers were pretty. Ma Teng didn’t believe in evil, so he made one himself and let Yu Yu laugh when the dumplings were put into the bowl.
The girl looked at the strange-shaped dumpling in the bowl and laughed again.
Ma Teng was so angry that his teeth itched.
But when he heard the rustling sound at the door, Ma Teng put down his bowl and opened the door when he arrived. Good guy, all the little kids in the yard are probably here.
Everyone looked at Ma Teng, their eyes full of longing.
Hey, who are you looking at with this little look?
"Go home and get your bowls." Ma Teng said, and the little guys' eyes lit up and they ran home.
After a while, I was out of breath, huffing and puffing, and ran back, holding small bowls in my hands.
Let the little ones wait.
Ma Teng came out with a big bowl. There were seven little guys in total, most of whom were under ten years old.
Four dumplings were allocated to each person's bowl, and they were told to go home. The dumplings were not big, and Yu Yu's hands were skillful. If Ma Teng came, these four dumplings would be enough to fit the dumpling Ma Teng made.
The little guys ran home carefully with their bowls in hand.
The last little girl was left, looking at Ma Teng pitifully. This was Xiao Dang.
But what is the child's crime?
"I'll give you one, can you eat one?"
"Uncle Ma, can't I take it home?" Xiao Dang raised his head and said
"No, just eat here."
"Okay then."
After Xiaodang agreed, Ma Teng gave her one. The little girl blew it, held the dumpling with her little hands and put it in her mouth.
After one bite, there was a mouthful of grease. The little girl quickly sucked it twice to prevent the grease from flowing down.
Xiaodang took three bites of one dumpling, while Ma Teng took one bite.
Just like that, Ma Teng squatted at his door. When he saw Xiaodang eating, he gave her one piece. After she had eaten eight pieces, she looked at her belly.
"Uncle Ma, I can't eat anymore."
"Well, if you can't eat, go home."
"Okay." Xiaodang agreed and jogged home.
This little girl would probably be very happy if she hadn't been born in the Jia family.
He straightened up and stretched, but glanced at the old lady who was looking here.
Ma Teng ignored her and wanted to eat his own dumplings? There is no door, let your godson take care of it for you.
Ma Teng entered the yard and closed the door.
When the old lady saw Ma Teng like this, she was so angry that she trembled all over.
But a loud cry came from the middle courtyard.
The kind that still has echoes, squeals and squeals, as good as those of wolf cubs.
There is no need to guess this voice, it is the grandson of the Jia family.
Otherwise, who else has such a loud voice?
Listening to this cry, no, Ma Teng went back to the house and took out the bottle of Maotai that he had opened, poured himself a glass of wine, drank it down in one sip, and exhaled frequently, which was refreshing.
After eating and drinking enough, I cleaned up the rain, and there was still a big bowl of leftover dumplings.
Ma Teng let the rainwater go away and kept it for dinner. He could heat it up and eat it for breakfast tomorrow morning.
I still have half a pot of raw dumplings left.
After cleaning up the rainwater, I took the dumplings and went back to my room. The door was locked tightly and no one would open the door.
This big bowl of dumplings is her dinner and breakfast. If she saves some money, she can still have a meal at noon tomorrow.
I decided to eat a few in the evening, a few in the morning, and take the rest to school in lunch boxes.
It's almost November now and the weather isn't that hot. There's nothing wrong with leaving the dumplings for a day.
That's why Yu Yu thought of taking dumplings to school.
Every Monday morning when eating in the school cafeteria, each student shows off how good the food they bring at home is.
These days, the family is not very wealthy, but the best they can get is just a few pieces of braised pork, which can make a circle of people salivate.
The appearance of Yuyu's lunch box of pure meat dumplings will definitely blind the eyes of those who used to look down on Yuyu.
There are a few children at this age who are incomparable, and of course Yu Yu is no exception, but who let her meet a brother like Silly Zhu.
Outside the rain door.
"Zhuzhu, forget it, it looks like the rain won't open the door."
"How did this girl learn to be like this? I saw her coming back with a big bowl full of dumplings. What's wrong with giving a few to Banggeng? The older this girl gets, the less sensible she becomes." Silly Zhu said loudly, but He could only watch Qin Huairu return home.
Silly Zhu also chirped, why did he want to eat dumplings too?
But Shazhu never thought about why or why.
This dumpling is made by Ma Teng, the dough is rolled by Yu Yu, the filling is mixed by Yu Yu, and Yu Yu is the last to make it.
Even the dumplings are made by rain.
After finishing eating, Ma Teng asked her to take a bowl away. There is nothing unreasonable, right?
But why should I give the dumplings to the Jia family with just one sentence?
If the Yuyu door is opened, with Qin Huairu's naughty temper and the fact that the Jia family doesn't take any leftovers from their meals, if they can leave two dumplings for Yuyu, her family still has some conscience.
However, Yu Yu had become sober in the world, but the more she became sober, the more frightened she became by this environment.
She wanted someone to rely on, and she thought of He Daqing, but she immediately deleted it from her mind.
Thinking of Brother Ma, my heart was suddenly filled with sunshine, shining warmly on Yu Yu's body.
Zhao Yuyu closed his eyes, blocked out all the dirty words from the Jia family next door and cursed him, and fell into a deep sleep until he fell asleep.
