Chapter 392: Roll out the dough with red oil
Su Mulan immediately laughed and said, "If we could have guarded it at night, I guess we would have arrived long ago, and Uncle Li Zheng and Brother Jin Bei wouldn't have to discuss it seriously."
"The weather has been nice these days. The moon is big at night, and the light is as bright as during the day. I guess you can see people from a long distance. That person must have run away when he saw the movement. And the ground is so big, even if there are people patrolling in the village , You can’t patrol so carefully, and there are still loopholes for people to take advantage of.”
“But this thing is very strange. In previous years, there weren’t so many things like this. Why are there so many this year? The weather has been good this year, and the grain harvest has been good. It shouldn’t be said.”
Farmers can't see each other when they raise their heads. If they are separated by their surnames, they will not dare to look for trouble with clansmen with other surnames. Otherwise, if the other clan leader comes forward to seek justice, his own clan leader will definitely pull out the culprit and give him a good beating. Dun, in the future, he will be regarded as an enemy by the other clan members, and everyone will spit on him.
When the harvest was average in previous years, only one family would cross a boundary and do something to others' troubles. This time it was a bumper harvest, and it was even more inappropriate to talk about it.
When things go out of control, there must be a monster, and there is no chance that something big will happen here.
"Yes." Ms. Feng also nodded there, but laughed again after a moment, "Hum, this is something they should worry about. If these two people can't even think of a way to do this, they really don't deserve to do it. This is straight.”
It is not only talking about Bai Kangyuan, but also Bai Jinbei.
But looking at the entire Baijia Village, I am afraid that only Feng dared to say this, and said it so confidently.
Su Mulan pursed her lips and smiled. She only picked up the small dough in her hand and asked, "How's your kneading going?"
Feng looked at the strange thing in his hand, felt embarrassed, smiled, and then started rubbing it carefully.
Knead the dough into a round shape, put it into the water, and slowly knead and wash it. The dough will gradually shrink in size, and the water will become more and more turbid. When the dough in your hand becomes small enough and full of elasticity, this The gluten is washed.
Boil a pot of boiling water, steam the gluten in the pot, and control the white starch water. After controlling the water, brush the slightly thick batter underneath to the top of the oiled, flat basket made of bamboo strips. After the pot is steamed, carefully remove it.
A thin and translucent dough is ready.
Cut the dough into wide strips, add washed gluten, and plant it early in the spring. At this time, you can get fresh and refreshing cucumber shreds, and then add a spoonful of fragrant and wonderful chili oil...
Cool, refreshing, appetizing and delicious.
“It’s so delicious.” Feng, who had been working for a long time, suddenly felt comfortable when he ate this bowl of red oil dough. He even said with emotion, “This long time of work was really not in vain.”
“Good things come in many ways, isn’t that what you’re talking about?” Su Mulan pursed her lips and laughed.
Feng was also laughing.
This rolling out the dough really requires a lot of grinding.
Two days ago, she and Su Mulan started rolling out the dough as Su Mulan said, but the process was really not smooth.
On the first day, the gluten ran away and I got a whole basin of batter. In the end, I could only spread the basin into thin pancakes and spread them out for a full basket, and Lao Gao came out.
It was a hot day and I couldn't finish the pancakes, so I had to share a portion with each neighbor. Everyone went back and rolled vegetables to eat as burritos.
Authors who haven’t taken a vacation yet are still dealing with a lot of work
…It’s too difficult to be a part-time author…
(End of this chapter)