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Jinghong is a very gentle girl, with a lingering sadness between her eyebrows. Standing at the gate of the courtyard, she is like a green flower. Although she is not the kind of petite and cute girl that Du Heng likes, she is also a delicate and weak girl.
Want a girl like this to help him mix pork stuffing? Du Heng wanted to press Jing Nan to death in the wooden basin. But Jing Nan smiled gently: "Don't be polite, she can do it."
Du Heng had a dark face, he felt Jing Hong was not acceptable!
Not to mention that Jinghong's spiritual roots were all broken before Jingnan reconnected them. Is it appropriate to let a weak girl help mix the stuffing? Moreover, Du Heng and Jinghong are not familiar with each other, so he is embarrassed to order her around!
Jing Nan groaned, holding his paws in his pockets, "I don't care. You can't order me around anyway."
Du Heng's mouth twitched: "If you have the guts, spit out all the food you ate before!"
Jing Nan said calmly: "I will never spit out what I eat. If you dare, hit me."
Du Heng has long known that Jing Nan is a slippery guy, and when facing Jing Nan, Du Heng has to admit defeat.
When Jinghong walked in from the courtyard gate, Chonghua sneered: "How dare you show up."
Jinghong paused for a moment, her face suddenly turned pale, and she stood at the gate of the yard like a weak willow in the wind. Du Heng felt that she was about to cry in the next second, but Jinghong pursed her lips, saluted in the direction of Du Heng, and walked in.
Chonghua knelt on the ground with a look of contempt on his face: "Mr. Du, you let this kind of person into your yard, aren't you afraid of dirtying your ground? Do you know what she did before? Be careful at home, don't lose any valuables, or you won't be able to find them back."
Du Heng looked at Chonghua in surprise. He didn't expect Chonghua to be this kind of person. But it's not surprising when you think about it. Jinghong and Chonghua were once Fenggui's subordinates. Jinghong stole Fenggui's things, which not only destroyed the master-servant relationship between her and Fenggui, but also ruined her colleague relationship with Chonghua and Yunzheng.
Du Heng didn't know what to say. Jinghong was the one who made the mistake first.
Jinghong's face turned slightly pale. She stood at the kitchen door and whispered, "Mr. Du, if you need any help, just let me know." Her voice was gentle and quiet, like the chirping of a spring swallow.
Du Heng scratched his hair embarrassedly: "Miss Jinghong, right? Please come in. Actually, there is nothing I can help you with, please sit down first."
As soon as Du Heng finished speaking, Chonghua jumped up: "Hey! Why? Why can she sit while I kneel?!"
Jing Nan said lightly: "Jinghong didn't sneak up behind Du Heng and attack him."
Chonghua argued, "That wasn't a sneak attack! I just wanted to say hello. Didn't Mr. Du lose a single hair?"
However, Jinghong did not sit down. She just stood beside the dining table like a puppet.
Du Heng looked at Chonghua at the gate. He felt that Chonghua's temperament was like that of a child. He had grown so big for nothing. He sighed and said to Jingnan, "I'm not injured. How about letting Chonghua get up?"
Jing Nan said, "It's useless for you to tell me. It was Feng Gui who made him kneel." Jing Nan raised his eyebrows and looked at Du Heng: "I advise you not to mind their trivial matters and just focus on making your buns. Aren't you going to mix the stuffing? Hurry up and get started. I'm hungry."
Du Heng scratched his face awkwardly: "Okay, okay..."
Du Heng prepared ten kilograms of flour, so he needed to prepare ten kilograms of stuffing. There are five kinds of stuffing, and Du Heng used a ratio of two kilograms of diced chicken, four kilograms of diced meat, two kilograms of diced bamboo shoots, one kilogram of diced mushrooms, and one kilogram of shrimp.
The shrimps were still in the refrigerator. Among the ingredients packed by Yunyanlou, there were many deep-sea prawns, each of which was bigger than a palm. They were placed in special storage bags, and each one was still alive.
Du Heng had put the prawns in the freezer next door in advance. At this time, a cup of tea had passed since he put the prawns in the freezer. Du Heng opened the refrigerator and took out the prawns.
The blue-black prawns are covered with a layer of light frost. At this time, the shrimps are frozen to death and their skin is slightly stiff, but the inside is still soft. Prawns frozen to this extent are most suitable for peeling.
Du Heng walked to the side of the pool with a plate of prawns. He pinched the junction of the prawn head and the prawn body, and squeezed it slightly. The brain in the prawn head was squeezed out from the side of the lid. At this time, as long as he pinched the prawn and pulled it gently, he could pull out the prawn brain and the prawn thread in the prawn body.
After the prawns were frozen, their shells and meat were slightly separated. After pulling out the dirt, he could pull out a complete shrimp meat by rubbing along the shrimp body. Du Heng put the pulled shrimp meat on a clean plate, and then put the shrimp shells and shrimp heads on another plate.
Jing Nan was a little puzzled: "Why do you keep the shrimp shells?"
Du Heng smiled and said, "Frying the shrimp shells in oil will produce shrimp oil. The shrimp shells can be eaten after being fried until crispy, so they won't be wasted."
Jing Nan muttered, "You know how to live. You won't waste anything." Du Heng said cheerfully, "Of course. Every meal is hard-earned. The shrimps have contributed their flesh for us to taste. We certainly can't waste their sacrifice."
Du Heng quickly peeled a plate of green-grey shrimps, and after cleaning them, he picked up a knife and cut them into small pieces. After the shrimps were processed, he also cut the mushrooms that had been soaked for a long time into small pieces. After cutting the mushrooms and other things, he lit the fire in the pot.
Jing Nan asked in confusion: "Why did you light the fire? Didn't you say you were going to mix the stuffing?"
Du Heng smiled and said, "Not now." He just wanted to save some time, but found that it was better to do it himself.
Du Heng originally wanted to mix the fillings directly in a wooden basin. This way the fillings would be raw, and after steaming they would be cooked, he could taste the flavor of each ingredient. However, it would take a little longer to steam the buns.
The same ten kilograms of stuffing, raw and cooked, have different volumes and qualities, and the taste is also very different. The fried stuffing will blend the delicious flavors of the three diced and the ingredients, and the steaming time is shorter.
The buns made with both fillings are delicious, and Du Heng likes both flavors.
Jing Nan complained: "You just can't bear to see me idle? You just want me to help you?"
Du Heng turned around and laughed: "Did you find out all this?"
Jing Nan was so angry that he picked up the fruit peel on the table and threw it at the back of Du Heng's head: "Do you think I'm Xuan Yu? Can you do whatever I want?"
Du Heng sighed, thinking that the kind-hearted Doctor Jing who had come to the village was gone forever, and what was left here was the lazy Jing Nan who only knew how to eat and be lazy.
The oil in the pot was hot, and Du Heng put the marinated diced chicken, mountain meat, and bamboo shoots into the pot. A puff of white smoke suddenly came out of the pot, and the formation in the kitchen started to work, and the smoke was quickly sucked away.
Du Heng stir-fried the three diced vegetables in the pot, and soon the two kinds of meat filling changed color. At this time, the pot looked white and there was nothing special about it. But when Du Heng poured the diced mushrooms and shrimp into the pot, the color of the pot became richer.
The shrimps turn red when heated, and the brown diced mushrooms are dotted among the white diced pieces, adding a fresh color to the dull white.
This is not the final color yet. Du Heng opened the lid of the soy sauce jar and poured four tablespoons of soy sauce into the pot. He then sprinkled an appropriate amount of sugar into the pot.
Cooking is a skill. Sometimes, with the same ingredients and the same recipe, different people can cook different dishes. The trick is to use the right heat and seasonings. Every cook has his or her own secret recipe for taste.
Du Heng has always been good at judging the amount of ingredients in his pot, and then highlighting their wonderful taste by adding appropriate ingredients.
After adding these two seasonings, the color of the pot suddenly turned red.
Du Heng began to order Jing Nan around again: "Jing Nan, Jing Nan, help me bring the casserole outside over here."
Jing Nan sighed and said regretfully: "Du Heng, you have changed. When I first came to the village, you were such a lovely person, but now you actually order me around!"
Jing Nan walked towards the corridor while complaining: "I have a miserable life. Before you came, I just took care of Xiaoxiao and Xuanyu. After you came, I still have to let you order me around."
Jing Nan brought the casserole while complaining. Du Heng saw Jing Nan actually holding the boiling hot casserole with both hands.
His eyes almost popped out of his head: "Jing Nan! Are you stupid? Why don't you use a rag to pad it? What if it gets burned?"
Jing Nan placed the casserole on the stove and said cheerfully, "You underestimate me, don't you? Although I'm not a fire-type demon cultivator, I won't be burned by this kind of flame without spiritual energy."
Du Heng gave Jing Nan a thumbs up: "You are awesome."
Du Heng was not like Jing Nan, he didn't have the ability to hold the boiling casserole with his hands. He wrapped the lid of the casserole with a rag and opened the lid, revealing a pot of golden chicken soup.
Du Heng selected hens to make the diced chicken for Sanding Bao. The hens used in the authentic Sanding Bao are all young hens from the previous year. Such diced chicken tastes tender and smooth, fat but not greasy.
Du Hengma can't tell how old the chickens are, but he can tell the difference between male and female. Although he can't guarantee that his ingredients are 100% authentic, he will try to keep them close to the original recipe.
Du Heng skimmed off the golden oil on the top of the chicken soup, leaving only the milky white chicken soup below. After most of the chicken soup was put into the pot, the aroma of the pot came out.
Jing Nan took a deep breath: "Hmm~ This smells~~ fragrant~"
Du Heng once fried meat scoops to mix with noodles. Jing Nan particularly liked that meat scoop. Now the smell in the pot smells even better than the meat scoops.
Jing Nan said: "If I use this to mix with noodles, I can eat three bowls."
Du Heng said happily: "Okay, if you like, I'll make you some more noodles in a couple of days!"
Jing Nan looked at the pot with satisfaction. At this time, the five Dings were all soaked in the chicken soup. The five Dings had lost their original color and turned into a similar reddish brown.
Du Heng covered the pot and said, "Let it cook for a while, then you can serve it."
Jing Nan asked, "Can we make dumplings after it comes out of the pot?"
Du Heng smiled and shook his head: "Not yet. The fillings need to be frozen to solidify. Otherwise it will be inconvenient to wrap them, and the soup won't be as thick when steamed."
Jing Nan nodded in admiration: "Amazing! If I had to spend so much time and energy to make food, I would rather not eat it."
It was great that Du Heng came to their village. He could eat delicious food without spending any time or effort. Thinking of this, Jing Nan felt that it was no big deal for him to be ordered around by Du Heng.
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Not long after, Du Heng put the stuffing into a large wooden basin. The hot stuffing filled the basin. Jing Nan couldn't help but scooped a spoonful of it and started eating it: "Hmm~ Not bad, delicious~"
Du Heng was helpless: "How come you are more naughty than Xiaoxiao?" He suspected that Xiaoxiao's habit of taking action was taught by Jing Nan.
The time when the filling is placed in the refrigerator and waiting for it to cool is the time when Du Heng uses it to knead the dough. At this time, when he opens the lid of the big pot, he can see that the dough in the pot has risen to twice its original size.
Du Heng pressed the dough and a deep fingerprint appeared on it, but the fingerprint quickly bounced back. This proved that the dough had risen!
Du Heng took the wooden basin containing the dough out of the pot. A sweet smell followed Du Heng from the pot to the dining table.
Jinghong was still standing stiffly beside the dining table.
Du Heng said embarrassedly: "Miss Jinghong, don't stand, just sit down."
Jinghong bowed respectfully until Jingnan nodded: "Sit down, this is Du Heng's territory, you should do whatever he says."
Jinghong raised her eyes and looked at Du Heng. She nodded gratefully, then dragged a chair and sat down.
Jing Nan was about to touch the dough in front of Du Heng, but Du Heng patted him and said, "Are your hands clean? You are just touching them. This is food to be eaten, so don't get it dirty."
Jing Nan glared at Du Heng: "You actually dislike me?"
Du Heng grinned: "Master Jing, Master Jing, could you please sit next to me? I have ten kilograms of flour here! Kneading dough takes a lot of effort!"
Kneading dough is indeed a physical job. In Du Heng's words, if you feel uncomfortable and want to fight, just knead the dough once. The fermented dough has honeycomb-like holes. You need to knead all the air in these holes and beat and knead it more to make the dough chewy. The kneaded dough will be smoother and softer than a girl's skin. When it is left to rise, the dough will grow.
Du Heng took out a quarter of the dough from the wooden basin. The chopping board on the dining table had already been sprinkled with a layer of flour. The soft dough fell on the chopping board with a solid sound.
Du Heng rolled up his sleeves and began to knead the dough. Jing Nan asked beside him, "Why are you only kneading so little? Isn't there more in the basin?"
Du Heng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Do you know how hard it is to knead dough?"
Jing Nan nodded: "Is it very strenuous?"
Du Heng nodded: "After kneading ten kilograms of flour, my arms are so sore that I can't lift them." Even though he is now a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi training, he still feels like a waste.
Jing Nan waved to the door and said, "Chonghua, are you feeling comfortable kneeling?"
Chonghua sighed sadly: "I feel uncomfortable..."
Jing Nan said, "Come on, I'll give you a chance to stand up. Come and help Du Heng knead the dough."
Chonghua continued to drawl out his voice: "Isn't Jinghong here? Just let her rub it."
Jing Nan nodded: "Okay, you continue to kneel."
Chonghua stood up in an instant. Du Heng only felt a gust of wind blowing beside him. Chonghua was already standing beside him: "Kneading dough, right? How do you knead it?"
Du Heng: ...He was scared to death.
Jing Nan pointed at Du Heng and said, "Watch Du Heng's movements and help him knead the dough."
Chonghua urged Du Heng: "Well, I'm watching, you start rubbing it."
Du Heng first kneaded the loose dough into a ball, then flattened it. He lifted the edge of the dough with his palm and kneaded it towards the middle. When the flour on the chopping board was wiped away by the dough, he sprinkled a thin layer of flour on it.
He kneaded it over and over like this for a long time, and the chopping board and the dining table made a crackling sound.
Finally, Du Heng got a smooth dough. He smiled and said, "Just knead it like this, just knead it to this degree." In fact, his dough had already been fermented, and kneading it only increased the taste.
Just as Chonghua was about to stretch out his claws to grab the noodles in the basin, Du Heng stopped him: "Wash your hands and tie your hair. This is food for everyone to eat, so it must be clean."
Otherwise, it would be so disgusting if a long hair was eaten out of the dough.
Chonghua sighed, "What a hassle."
But he still followed Du Heng's instructions and washed his hands and tied his hair. A flash of light appeared on his body, and the blood on his face disappeared, even the blood stains on his hair disappeared. However, the bruises on his face still did not disappear, which made Du Heng look at him a few more times.
Chonghua was very strong, his pupils turned golden, and his pupils turned vertical. He turned Du Heng's wooden basin with unkneaded dough upside down on the chopping board, and Du Heng screamed: "No flour was sprinkled on the chopping board!!"
Chonghua failed at the first step of kneading the dough. Du Heng had to work very hard to get the dough off the chopping board. Du Heng wanted to cry but had no tears: "Forget it, I'll do it myself. You should go and have a rest."
Just as Chonghua was about to say something, he heard a few dogs barking outside. Du Heng was overjoyed: "Xuan Yu is back!"
Du Heng dropped the dough and walked out of the kitchen. As soon as he came out of the kitchen, he saw Xuan Yu coming in.
Xuan Yu's chest was bulging. When Du Heng saw Xuan Yu, his eyes lit up with surprise: "You're back!"
Xuan Yu smiled and said, "I brought you some wontons."
Du Heng ran towards Xuan Yu happily when he heard this: "Wontons? Where are they? How come there are wontons so soon? Let me see."
Xuan Yu opened his clothes, and saw a chubby little yellow dog poking its head out from his chest.
The little yellow dog is chubby, with yellow and white fur all over its body, its ears are drooping, and its eyes are big and round like grapes. This is a puppy, and it can be seen that it is only one or two months old.
There are two white tufts on Xiao Wonton's eyebrows, which is exactly the same as Da Huang. It is also exactly the same as Huang Xi in my memory!
Du Heng reached out his hands lovingly and grabbed the two front legs of the puppy. He took the puppy out of Xuan Yu's arms with a force. The puppy fell into Du Heng's arms with a warm feeling. Maybe because it stayed in Xuan Yu's clothes for a long time, the dog's smell was not strong, but it was stained with Xuan Yu's cool fragrance.
Du Heng held the wonton and rubbed it up and down, left and right. He lowered his head and sniffed the puppy's head.
This is a very healthy puppy. The mother dog must be taking good care of it. There is no peculiar smell on it, and it has not shown any signs of lethargy while walking with Xuanyu.
The puppy stuck out its tongue and licked Du Heng's chin, causing Du Heng to laugh: "How can it be such a coincidence? Where did Lao Dao find the little yellow dog?"
Xuan Yu said calmly, "Hundun had already mated with her in the winter. Coincidentally, the dog was from another hunter's family in the mountains. The female dog only gave birth to this one puppy, and the hunter wanted to give the puppy away. Later, Lao Dao heard that you wanted a puppy, so he went to ask the hunter for it. Fortunately, you told him so early. If you had told him a few days later, the puppy would have been sent away."
Du Heng happily held up the wonton and spun around in a circle: "Oh, little wonton, you are so cute! You look exactly like your father, Great Chaos!"
Little Wonton was not shy at all, and when Du Heng lifted him up in the air, his short tail was still wagging. Only then did Du Heng realize the difference between Little Wonton and Big Hun Dun, the tip of Little Wonton's tail was white.
Du Heng hugged the little wonton and kissed him a few times: "So cute!"
Xuan Yu stood in the yard, looking at Du Heng tenderly. In the kitchen, Chonghua looked as if he had seen a ghost: "Is that Lord Long? Was he possessed by some strange creature?"
Jing Nan looked at the yellow dog in Du Heng's hand and said, "Xuan Yu really took a lot of trouble."
Du Heng didn't understand demon cultivation, but they did. There was no chaotic aura on this dog, only a dragon's breath.
Du Heng had no idea. He walked in holding Xiao Wonton and happily introduced him to the people in the kitchen: "Look, this is my new family member. His name is Xiao Wonton!"
Jing Nan smiled slightly: "Well, he looks like a good dog."
When he said this, Jing Nan's eyes kept drifting towards Xuan Yu. Xuan Yu walked into the kitchen without changing his expression or heartbeat. He was a little surprised to see Chonghua and Jinghong in the kitchen.
Du Heng turned the wonton's face towards the stove, and then hugged its two front legs. He held the wonton and bowed three times to the stove: "Eat home-cooked food and shit in the wild~"
He said it three times in a row.
Jing Nan was a little amused, and asked, "Is this a custom in your hometown?"
Du Heng was still immersed in the happy moment of having a cute puppy. He said, "Yes, in my hometown, we have to worship the Kitchen God for all the kittens and puppies we adopt. The Kitchen God will bless them to grow up healthy and safe, let them eat the food at home, go out to solve their own physiological problems, and then become a smart and clever livestock."
Jing Nan smiled and said, "It's the first time I've heard of this. It's quite auspicious. Xuanyu, this dog was not easy to get, right?"
Xuan Yu said slowly: "It's not bad, mainly because Du Heng said it in time, otherwise we would have to wait for several more months."
Du Heng put the little yellow dog on the ground. He touched Xiao Wonton's head and said, "It's good. Xiao Wonton is the dog in the twelfth lunar month. We say in my hometown that cats in spring and dogs in winter are good."
After the little wonton landed on the ground, it turned around in the kitchen, then crawled behind the stove and lay there obediently.
Du Heng said happily: "Look, Xiao Wonton is so smart! He must be a good dog."
Xuan Yu responded and washed his hands in the sink: "Well, Lao Dao also said that this is a good dog. With it around, no monster will dare to come into the yard."
Du Heng was very touched: "I really have to thank Lao Dao. If it weren't for his and Hun Dun's help, I don't know when I would have wontons. Of course, I also have to thank Xuan Yu. Thank you for bringing it back!"
Xuan Yu washed his hands and stood behind the dining table. He kneaded the dough and said, "Well, as long as you like it."
The voice was full of doting, and Jing Nan, who was sitting next to him, got goose bumps all over his body.
Jing Nan ran out of the kitchen and said, "No, no, I can't stay here any longer. I'm going back. Call me when the buns are ready."
As soon as Jingnan left, Jinghong bowed and followed him out the door. Zhonghua was left alone in the kitchen with nowhere to go.
Just as Chonghua tiptoed towards the kitchen door, Xuanyu suddenly asked, "Did you go to the bamboo forest?"
Chonghua stood up straight immediately. He laughed and rubbed his hair: "Yes... yes."
Xuan Yu said: "Du Heng said that he wanted to plant a bamboo in the yard. Do you see the smallest one in front of the bamboo forest? Can you help transplant it back?"
Chonghua's face suddenly turned green like a bitter gourd: "No... No way..."
Xuan Yu said: "Please."
Chonghua's expression was as if he was asking him to die. He wanted to say something, but in the end he nodded: "Okay..."
Chonghua left the yard, and Du Heng and Xuan Yu were left in the kitchen. Du Heng saw Xuan Yu kneading dough in a very good manner, and he said happily: "Xuan Yu, when did you learn how to knead dough? You are amazing!"
Xuan Yu smiled and said, "I've seen how many times you've made noodles. Although the texture of this noodle is different from the previous ones, I think the method of kneading the dough should be similar."
Du Heng was so moved that he burst into tears. Xuan Yu was truly a perfect man and a godly roommate! !
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With Xuan Yu's help, the dough was kneaded quickly. The ten-pound dough was put back into the wooden basin and covered with gauze. This process is called waking up the dough. After the dough is slightly kneaded, it can be used to make dumplings.
Taking advantage of this break, Du Heng went to check on the stuffing that was previously placed in the refrigerator. The surface of the stuffing had been frozen, but it had not yet completely solidified. Du Heng touched the edge of the wooden basin and could still feel the warmth. It was estimated that the dough would be almost solidified after it had risen.
This is why Du Heng wanted to make raw fillings before. Making raw fillings can save the time of waiting for the fillings to solidify.
However, Du Heng would not sit idle. He added half a pot of water to the big pot and lit the fire in the pot. He took out the steamer that he had washed earlier and placed it on the stool next to the dining table, so that the buns could be placed directly on the steamer after wrapping.
There is a grass mat at the bottom of Du Heng's steamer. The buns are placed on the mat so that they won't stick after being steamed. Du Heng's hometown also has such a steamer, but the steamer in his hometown doesn't have as much black technology as the one in the cultivation world.
At this time, Xiaoxiao walked in from the courtyard gate, flapping his wings: "Chirp--"
Du Heng was happy when he saw Xiaoxiao: "Our Xiaoxiao is really lucky in food. Every time when something is almost ready, he appears."
Xiaoxiao threw herself into Du Heng's arms and rubbed against him, then he quickly jumped out of his arms and ran to the northeast corner of the kitchen. In the northeast corner was a backpack, and in the backpack were Xiaoxiao's two little brothers!
Xiaoxiao walked to the basket and chirped twice, and the sound of flapping wings came from the basket. Two chicks flapped their wings and stood on the opening of the basket. The fist-sized chicks tilted their necks curiously and looked at the people in the kitchen.
Du Heng smiled when he saw the little chicken coming out. He walked behind the stove and hugged Little Wonton. Then he walked to the little chicken and Xiaoxiao with Little Wonton in his arms and introduced them, "Xiaoxiao, this is our new family member named Little Wonton, Dahuang's son. You must take good care of him in the future!"
Xiaoxiao stared at the wonton, then looked up at Xuanyu.
Xuan Yu nodded, smiled and stretched out his little wings and patted his chest, then he stretched out his neck and combed the fur on Xiao Wonton's head: "Chirp~"
Little Wonton wagged his tail, which meant they knew each other.
Du Heng pointed at the chicken and said to Xiao Wonton: "Xiao Wonton, these are our chickens. You can't bully them. You must protect them well. If there are monsters bullying them, you must drive them away."
Xuan Yu had a smile on his lips. Du Heng's coquettish tone when talking to the little animals sounded so cute.
Du Heng held the wontons and came to the two chicks: "Come, smell their scent, and then remember..."
As soon as the puppy stretched its nose in front of the chicks, a chick pecked the puppy's nose at lightning speed. The puppy cried in pain, and Du Heng was dumbfounded.
Du Heng rubbed the puppy: "Oh, oh, it's my fault, I got pecked, right?"
He reached out his hand and touched the two fluffy chicks: "I didn't realize they were so fierce. They are worthy of being the chicks that grew up with Xiaoxiao. They have a bright future."
Xiaoxiao chirped twice, and the chicks flew down from the basket, and then followed Xiaoxiao out of the yard. He wanted to take the chicks out to play. Since he had the chicks, Xiaoxiao had a little follower.
The two chicks have been growing well in the past few days. Du Heng discovered that they are indeed spiritual animals, not ordinary chickens in the countryside.
Du Heng has seen a lot of chickens in the countryside. The cream-colored chickens will shed their down and grow flat feathers in a few days. They are busy and chattering all day long, eating a lot and pooping a lot.
The two chicks that were picked up were different. They loved cleanliness. The gauze that Du Heng had put in the backpack was still clean today. The chicks had not defecated or urinated on it, and there was no odor in the backpack until now.
Xiaoxiao takes the chicks out every day to relieve herself, and then puts them back in the basket to rest after playing for a while. The two chicks are not noisy, they are very quiet in the basket, and those who don't pay attention don't know there are two chickens here.
The chicks can also find some food outside the yard, and Xiaoxiao is also very good at taking care of them. A few times, Du Heng saw Xiaoxiao find a frozen spiritual fruit in the spiritual field, and the two chicks ate it happily. Even Feng Gui felt that Xiaoxiao became more self-disciplined after having chicks.
Du Heng didn't understand what Feng Gui meant by self-discipline. In his opinion, Xiao Xiao had always been a good kid. He had done everything Du Heng asked him to do. For example, at this moment, he was playing with two chickens in the yard.
Xiaoxiao is several times larger than the chicks, but the chicks are not afraid of Xiaoxiao at all. They follow Xiaoxiao's steps and fly around to play.
The sun fell on the three furry creatures, and Du Heng felt warm in his heart: "It's so quiet."
He rubbed Xiao Wonton's nose and said, "Don't be afraid. They are wary of you when they first see you. They will be fine after a few days when they are familiar with you."
The puppy looked at Du Heng with its two black eyes, then raised its head and licked Du Heng's chin.
Du Heng put the puppy on the ground: "Okay, okay, go play~" The puppy ran into the yard with its short legs and wagging its tail. It seemed that it also wanted to join the team of children.
Xuan Yu withdrew his gaze from the yard and said softly to Du Heng, "Can we make buns now?"
Du Heng opened the refrigerator and took a look. The stuffing had cooled down. He took the wooden basin out of the refrigerator and said, "Okay, okay, we can make buns now!"
After kneading the dough a few more times to expel the air inside, Du Heng began to make dumplings. He rolled the dough into long strips as thick as his wrist, and then pinched them into even-sized pieces, which are also called dough pieces.
Du Heng likes big buns. Usually he uses one ounce of dough and one ounce of stuffing for one bun. The buns made in this way have thin skin and big stuffing. With an appetite like Du Heng, two buns will fill him up.
The dough would be rolled on the chopping board and turned into a ball. Du Heng would use his palm to press the dough ball. At that time, sophisticated people would have a small rolling pin specially used to roll out the dough. Du Heng was used to pressing it with his hands. He felt that the dough he rolled out with his palm was no worse than that rolled out with a rolling pin.
Beginners tend to press the dough too thin in the middle and too thick around the edges, and the buns made in this way will taste good. However, if the operation is not done properly, the dough at the bottom of the buns will stick to the steamer because it is soaked in the soup, and the stuffing will fall out from the bottom of the buns when you take them out.
While pressing the dough, Du Heng whispered to Xuan Yu to pay attention: "Leave it thicker in the middle and thinner at the edges. Because when you make dumplings, the edges will gather together, you see, like this..."
A dough larger than his palm appeared in Du Heng's palm. The middle of the dough was slightly concave, and the edges were still shrinking. Du Heng scooped a large spoonful of stuffing with a wooden spoon and placed it in the middle. He held the bun in one hand, and with the thumb and index finger of the other hand, he lifted the edge of the dough and pulled it inward.
As he lifted the dough and gathered it together, wrinkles appeared on the edge of the dough. Du Heng whispered, "A genuine Sanding bun should have thirty-two folds, but there is an old saying that the taste of the bun is not in the folds. The beautiful folds are just the icing on the cake. Whether it tastes good or not depends on the filling."
After Du Heng finished speaking, a palm-sized round bun appeared in the palm of his hand. There was a small circular opening on the top of the bun, and next to the opening there was a circle of evenly spaced folds that looked like lace.
The white and tender bun looked particularly beautiful in Du Heng's palm. Xuan Yu swept his spiritual sense over it and found that the bun in Du Heng's hand obviously did not have thirty-two folds, but there were about fifteen.
Du Heng placed the buns in the steamer beside him, and picked up another dough.
Xuan Yu thought Du Heng was a very magical person. He could always make good-looking food with just a few words. This was the case with the chicken crisps before and the steamed buns now.
Before Xuan Yu could see Du Heng's movements clearly, he had already wrapped two buns.
Xuan Yu asked, "Can I have a try?" Du Heng happened to have a dough in his hand, and he put it in Xuan Yu's hand: "Okay, you try to make it first."
Xuan Yu felt that he was not as nervous as he was now when he was holding a magic weapon. The small bun skin was light in his hand, but Xuan Yu felt a little out of control. The slightly cool and soft feeling in his palm made him want to clench his palm involuntarily, but as soon as he closed his hand, the dough would be deformed.
After he put a spoonful of stuffing in the dough, he realized that making dumplings is actually a technical job. Xuan Yu had never been so flustered before. He lifted the dough on the left and the stuffing came out from the right.
Du Heng was still telling Xuan Yu things to pay attention to, but Xuan Yu felt that each of his ten fingers had its own ideas.
When Xuan Yu finally put his patched buns in the steamer, he actually breathed a sigh of relief. It was so hard!!
The bun made by Xuan Yu didn't have a nice round edge, nor did it have fifteen nice folds. There were also a few patches on it. The white dough was also stained with the sauce in the filling, making it a stained bun.
Compared with Du Heng’s white and even-colored buns next to it, this bun is really ugly.
But Du Heng still sincerely praised Xuan Yu: "Wow, Xuan Yu, you are so good at making dumplings! It's amazing that a beginner can make dumplings like this, you are so skillful! There is a little too much stuffing in this dumpling, put less stuffing next time, and the dumplings you make will definitely look good!"
Xuan Yu was actually encouraged. He looked at Du Heng seriously: "Really? Isn't it ugly?"
Du Heng affirmed: "It's not ugly, it's very pretty! If I make a few more, I will definitely make more beautiful buns!"
Xuan Yuyou reached out and took another dough.
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