Chapter 194 I'm here to eat
Each of his steps was extremely precise, and he wished he could use a ruler to determine the angle of the flip.
This resulted in him making steamed buns successfully, but his speed was extremely slow, so slow that by the time Sang Yu had finished a pot of dough, he hadn't even finished rolling half of the steamed buns.
Sang Yu, who couldn't bear to watch this, took two steps forward, intending to help: "Dad, let me help you."
Sang Yongjing turned his head and looked at her alertly: "No, no, Dad can handle it."
Sang Yu: ...Is it a question of whether she can handle it? She is afraid that by the time the next batch is ready, the flower rolls won't be ready.
But it's rare that her father is so enterprising, so just let him be.
Sang Yu washed his hands, went into the cellar and took out the marinated chicken. It was time to bury the chicken in the soil.
Of course, there are two necessary steps before burying it in the soil.
When it comes to beggar's chicken, the most profound impression on everyone should be the hard mud wrapped around it and the lotus leaves that appear after the mud is cracked open.
Beggar's chicken is made with fresh lotus leaves instead of dried ones. Of course, Sang Yu couldn't find any fresh lotus leaves at the moment, but banana leaves were everywhere.
After washing four fresh banana leaves, wrap the marinated whole chicken tightly in layers, first horizontally and then vertically, to ensure that the chicken inside does not leak out, and tie it up with thread.
Then mix the yellow mud with water. It should not be too thin or too dry. It should be just right if it feels soft and a little elastic. Apply it evenly on the whole chicken wrapped in banana leaves.
As layer after layer of yellow mud was applied, the green color of the banana leaf inside gradually disappeared, leaving only a yellow oval object.
The outer layer of yellow mud must be at least two centimeters thick, and a few ventilation holes should be punched on the surface to prevent it from bursting.
When Sang Yu finished processing the beggar's chicken and took it out, Sang Xingjia didn't understand what she was holding at first.
"Little sister, what are you doing with such a big ball of mud?"
"Brother, please help me hold it. I need to bury this." Sang Yu simply handed it to him, picked up a long branch, and started to stir the fire.
To cook beggar's chicken well, the temperature is very important. If the temperature is not high enough, the outside will be cooked but the inside will be raw. If the temperature is too high, it will easily carbonize.
A place like this, where the fire has been burning for an hour or two, is the most suitable.
She pushed aside the firewood piled on the fire path, revealing the burnt gray-black ashes inside.
Then he took the beggar's chicken from Sang Xingjia's hand, moved closer and threw it gently, and the big yellow lump of earth fell right into the fire channel.
He threw some pebbles on the big lump of earth to cover it, and then shoveled two shovels of dry soil on it, and then put the burning firewood back to its original position.
Sang Yu patted the dirt off his hands and nodded contentedly.
"Okay, big brother, you can continue. Don't worry about this thing. You can dig it out and eat it when the time comes."
Time passed quickly as the family was busy with their own things, and the sky gradually darkened.
When the steamed buns that Sang Yongjing had carefully prepared were finished, Zhao Hu and his family arrived.
Zhao Baoer ran the fastest, her two short legs flying up and down, heading straight for Sang Xinghao.
"Sang Xinghao, Sang Xinghao, I'm here to eat!"
He had completely forgotten that a few days ago he was yelling that Sang Xinghao was a coward and asked other children not to play with him.
Apparently, he was not the only one who had forgotten about this matter. Upon hearing his shout, Sang Xinghao, who had been sitting by the fire with his chin in his hands in a daze, suddenly became alert.
"Baoer, come quickly, you can have some sugar water soon."
The two of them gathered together and began to whisper. No one knew what Sang Xinghao said, but Zhao Baoer stared at the roasted suckling pig on the rack with shining eyes.
Zhao Hu and his wife, who were lagging behind, supported the old lady of the Zhao family and slowly approached. Upon closer inspection, they seemed to be holding something in their hands.
Sang Xingjia quickly stood up and shouted into the yard, "Dad, Mom, little sister, guests are coming."
The family, who had been looking forward to it for a long time, rushed out quickly upon hearing the sound and left the yard together.
Sang Yu was considering whether to ask Sang Yongjing to go forward to greet them. She could go, but since the elders were all at home, it would not be appropriate for her to go.
From a distance, Zhao Hu could be heard laughing loudly: "Hahaha, Zhao and his whole family are here to bother you."
Sang Yu gently pushed Sang Yongjing, signaling him to go forward to greet the guests. This time he reacted in time and did not turn around to ask Sang Yu why she pushed him.
"Brother Zhao, what are you talking about? I'm so happy to have guests here, how can I bother you?"
The simple words "Brother Zhao" were uttered, but the seniority was already a mess. However, both sides did not care about these details, it was just a name.
When the two heads of the family met, they exchanged some polite words. After a few simple greetings, Zhao Hu looked at the roasted suckling pig on the rack by the stream.
Seeing its rosy color and fragrant taste, my eyes lit up.
"This method is rare. I'm afraid it will take half a day to bake."
Sang Yongjing nodded slightly. "We started grilling it after lunch. It's not done yet. Brother Zhao, please come sit in the yard first."
There was no point in letting the guests stand at the door, so Sang Yongjing led Zhao Hu into the house.
Zhang Pingchun, who was over there, supported her mother-in-law and slowly caught up. Old Mrs. Shi and Xie Qiujin also came forward to talk.
Old Mrs. Shi is much older than Old Mrs. Zhao, but they look about the same age.
Old Mrs. Shi did not have the arrogance of an old lady from a wealthy family. She took the other person's hand and called her "good sister" in an affectionate manner. The two of them had a very pleasant conversation.
Feeling the heat was about right, Sang Yu prepared a bowl of sugar water and handed it to Sang Xinghao, instructing him, "You and Bao'er should slowly apply the sugar water to the outside. Don't burn your hands."
After she finished speaking, she gave Sang Xingjia a look. These two children might lose their patience someday, and then he would have to take over.
Sang Xingjia nodded slightly in agreement.
Although the eight-immortal table looks good, it is a bit small after all. It is just right for a family to have a meal, but it seems a bit insufficient for guests.
Fortunately, there was a low table in the kitchen for cutting vegetables and placing things. After steaming the buns, Sang Yu asked Sang Yongjing and Sang Xingjia to carry the low table into the main room.
We can eat at two separate tables or sit around a low table.
Now that the guests have arrived, it’s almost time to cook and serve the dishes.
Dishes that need to be stewed for a long time are cooked and served in advance, and only need to be reheated at this time.
Stir-frying is even simpler. Just cut all the side dishes and put them in a pan and stir-fry.
The people sitting in the main room saw dishes being brought to the table one after another, and the Zhao family members who were originally concentrating on chatting were gradually distracted.
When Sang Yu brought another stir-fried dish to the table, Zhao Hu finally couldn't help but ask, "Brother Sang, is there a kitchen helper in the kitchen?"
Otherwise, how could Sang Yu serve so many dishes so quickly by herself?
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