Chapter 129 Chapter 129
There are a lot of ingredients missing from the things she has been making recently, so it seems she needs to prepare some things herself.
It is not difficult to make pumpkin pancakes. A lot of them can be made in a short time. Put them aside and fry them in oil until golden brown.
On the other side, Wen Zhen started making steamed corn tortillas by adding some batter to the corn paste and stirring well without adding any seasoning.
Place it on the corn husk and steam it in a steamer for a quarter of an hour.
Ma Yinghe looked at the corn paste and said, "Yiyi, is this enough?"
"Well, it's best to eat it in its original flavor." Then he started making pumpkin pie.
Fry the pumpkin cakes until golden brown, scoop them out with a colander, place them in a sieve to drain the oil, and sprinkle some white sesame seeds on them. Wen Zhenyi also found some mint leaves and inserted them on top of the pumpkin cakes.
Wen Chengwen looked at the pumpkin pancakes and said, "They really look like pumpkins."
Wen Zhenyi put a mint leaf on it and said with a smile, "It's a pity that something is missing, otherwise it would taste better."
"What?"
"Red bean paste and milk."
"You can make the red bean paste yourself, but the milk is a bit difficult to deal with." Ma Yinghe said with some regret.
Wen Zhenyi smiled and said, "But it doesn't matter. This is good enough."
Ma Yinghe looked at the preparations and said, "We have to open the store."
Wen Zhen nodded slightly: "Mom, I'll leave the store matters to you. I'll go deliver breakfast to my brother and the others, and buy some things at the market."
"Go ahead, breakfast is ready, your dad and I can handle it here." Then he said to Wen Zhen, "Yi Yi, go to our room and see if little Abu is awake."
"Okay, I'll go take a look."
Wen Zhenyi took off her apron and went to Ma Yinghe's room. When she opened the door, she saw little Abu had just woken up. His eyes were still a little unfocused. He was sitting on the bed and yawning loudly. His hair looked like a little lion with its fur standing on end.
"woke up."
Little Abu turned to look at her: "Sister."
Wen Zhenyi walked to the bed and sat down: "Can you put on your clothes by yourself?"
Little Abu nodded: "Yes, my mother told me that I should do my own things and not always expect others to help me."
"Your mother is great."
"Yeah, my mother is very nice." Little Abu smiled and showed two rows of small teeth, but the smile did not last long and disappeared, replaced by worry.
Wen Zhenyi raised his hand and rubbed his already frizzy hair: "They will be fine."
Little Abu nodded and started to put on his clothes.
Wen Zhenyi combed his hair with a comb and tied it into a zicuo with a cloth.
"Let's go wash up and then I'll take you to breakfast."
Little Abra held her hand and said, "Sister, what delicious food did you make today?"
"Pumpkin pie and corn pie, but pumpkin pie is sticky, so you can only eat one."
"good."
Wen Zhen brought out the breakfast he had prepared for him and placed it on the table in the backyard: "Eat slowly by yourself. I'll go get breakfast for my brother and the others. I'll have to deliver it to them later."
"Sister, can I go with you?"
"Okay." Wen Zhenyi said and went to the kitchen to pack breakfast for them in lunch boxes.
After little Abu finished eating, she said something to Ma Yinghe and took little Abu and the lunch box to the private school.
As soon as I arrived at the gate of the private school, I ran into Shen Hanxing who was about to go out: “Brother Shen.”
"I said I was going to help out in your shop, but I didn't expect you to get here first."
"I'm here to bring you food."
"Give it to me, I'll take it in first, you guys wait here for me." Shen Hanxing said as he stretched out his hand.
Wen Zhenyi handed him the lunch box and said, "Don't worry, I brought yours too. Come out after you finish eating. Little Abu and I will take a look in the study in front."
"Okay, I'll be there in a minute."
Wen Zhenyi would now ask Chen Hanxing to teach her some characters whenever she had time. Although she couldn't learn them all now, it was still better than not knowing a single character at all.
She took little Abu into the study. It was still early and there were no customers inside. Only the shopkeeper was looking at the account book behind the counter.
The shopkeeper looked up at the two people who came in and immediately smiled: "You are Miss Wen from Wen's Breakfast."
Wen Zhenyi was slightly stunned: "Does the shopkeeper know me?"
"I'm afraid there's no one in this town who doesn't know you." The shopkeeper said with a smile.
"You're exaggerating a bit."
"I'm not exaggerating. Anyone in this town who has tasted your cooking would give it a thumbs up. It's just a pity that we can't eat there often. It's a bit regrettable."
"Can't spare the time?"
"Yes, this shop needs someone to look after it, I really can't spare the time."
"There's nothing we can do about it."
"Miss Wen, you can look around casually. If you like anything, I'll give you a discount."
Wen Zhenyi thanked him and stood in front of the bookshelf to check the books on it. Most of them were books used in private schools, and only a small part were storybooks and some travel notes.
She had no interest in the dialogue book, but was quite interested in the travel notes, so she picked one up and took a look.
Little Abu looked at her while she was reading the travelogue: "Sister, do you like travelogues?"
"It looks interesting."
"There's some truth in this, some false, but it's a good way to kill time." Shen Hanxing's voice came from behind her.
Wen Zhenyi turned to look at him: "How do you know whether it's true or not?"
"Some of them I heard from my grandfather, and some of them need to be verified." Shen Hanxing said with a smile.
"I'll buy a copy and read it when I get home."
"Okay, write down the words you don't understand and I'll tell you."
"good."
The shopkeeper looked at the travelogue in her hand and said, "This travelogue has been here for a long time, and no one has bought it. If you like it, Miss Wen, give her a penny and take it away."
Wen Zhen was stunned. This travelogue was quite thick. "It's so cheap, isn't the boss afraid of losing money?"
The shopkeeper shook his head and laughed, "People who come to sell books just say that as long as they can sell them, the price doesn't matter."
Wen Zhenyi glanced at Shen Hanxing, wanting to confirm whether what the shopkeeper said was true.
"I know what the shopkeeper said. That person is a little crazy, but everyone thinks the things inside are fake, so they just watch for fun and no one wants to buy them back."
Wen Zhenyi didn't read it carefully, but just wanted to know more about the place through the travel notes, so he readily paid a penny of silver.
After coming out of the study, the three of them went to the market to buy some ingredients.
Wen Zhenyi came to the tofu stall: "Boss, I want to order something from you."
When the boss saw that it was Wen Zhenyi, a smile appeared on his face: "Miss Wen, what do you want to order?"
"I'd like to order some soy milk."
The boss frowned and said, "If you want it today, there's nothing you can do."
"I don't need it today. I want you to bring it to me tomorrow morning."
"Okay, how much do you need?"
Wen Zhenyi glanced at the large barrel next to him and said, "Three barrels like this."
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Little knowledge: The origin of black hair.
Our earliest male ancestors would tie their hair in a knot at the back or use a wooden stick as a hairpin to secure it. Later, due to labor and running and jumping, their hair would often fall down, obscuring their eyes and posing a danger when fighting or escaping.
Later, our ancestors started covering their heads with cloth and tying it with ropes so that it would not fall apart while running and jumping.
The black bun was also a way of fixing hair that was often used by the common people.
In addition to the black scarf, there are also the knotted scarf, the thunder scarf, the black ze scarf, the gauze scarf, the pure yang scarf, the Confucian scarf and the Pingshang scarf.
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