Deng Fangping kneaded the dough, cut it into long strips, and then rolled it up from one side, quickly creating the texture of a snail shell.
"I see, Auntie, how come you can do everything!" Chu Yu exclaimed in surprise.
Deng Fangping was amused by her, "What's so difficult about this? What country woman doesn't know how to make pancakes? I'm not saying this to be mean, but by the time you young people grow up, many pancake-making skills will be lost. Look, just like this, and then like this! Simple, right?"
Chu Yu thought to herself, "This is really not simple at all!"
Chu Yu admired the older generation of women. They were hardworking and dedicated, managing everything from making pancakes and cooking to cleaning and childcare. They knew exactly what to eat for each solar term and what to cook on each day. They also knew all the intricate and difficult-to-remember sacrificial customs, which were remarkable that this generation could remember them so clearly.
The next generation is no good; they can't do anything. In her previous life, Chu Yu had very few friends who could make pancakes, noodles, and steamed buns. All the solar terms and sacrificial customs have been simplified and disappeared. When it's time to cook something substantial for festivals, it all depends on the skills of the elders.
It can be said that traditional crafts have developed in a discontinuous manner.
Chu Yu smiled sincerely and said, "Auntie, you're amazing! It would be even better if there was a little oil in this pancake."
After thinking for a moment, Deng Fangping thought, "Then I should add it when kneading the dough. I'll try it next time."
The crispy little pancakes are ready. Cut them in half, take out the braised pork leg meat and eggs and chop them up. Pick two green peppers from the backyard, smash some garlic to remove the oil, take a bite, and the fragrant pork leg meat is so tempting that you almost swallow your tongue!
Yunyun and Xiaojiang followed the aroma into the kitchen, their mouths watering.
"Sister, what delicious food have you made?" Yunyun asked expectantly.
"Sister, are you an angel? You can make money and even cook meat," Xiao Jiang said sweetly.
Chu Yu was amused by their jokes. She made twelve roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) and stir-fried some greens and chrysanthemum greens. Not to mention the children, even Uncle Shu was tempted by the dishes tonight. Not only could they eat meat, but more importantly, they had never eaten roujiamo before.
One bite, wow! This perfectly marbled pork leg with garlic is so delicious!
The family ate with smiles on their faces, wolfing down their food without having time to talk.
Deng Fangping smiled broadly: "This roujiamo is so delicious, it has both meat and bread, it's so satisfying to eat. I don't think I've ever seen anyone selling roujiamo in our county."
What was said in jest was taken seriously by Chu Yu. She was somewhat surprised that there wasn't a single roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) shop in the entire Rongtai County.
I remember there were quite a few steamed bun, dumpling and noodle shops in Rongtai County, but I never saw a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) shop. In the early 1980s, there were very few kinds of snacks. Not only in Rongtai County, but also in Deyang City, there were hardly any snack shops.
It's not hard to understand. With inconvenient transportation, low population mobility, and most people never having left the county, it's no easy task to localize snacks from thousands of miles away.
Furthermore, in an era when even having enough to eat was a problem, eating well was not the mainstream, and few people were willing to spend money on special treats. What ordinary people demanded was cheap food and plenty of it.
Although roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) is not cheap, it has meat and bread, and the gravy poured over it makes it taste priceless.
If you opened a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) shop in Deyang City, you would definitely have no shortage of customers.
While they may not make a fortune, they can at least support their family.
Chu Yu pondered the feasibility of this idea.
The Shu family next door were also having dinner.
Shu Jiandang's brows furrowed more and more as he smelled the aroma of food in the air. "Who's eating meat? It smells so good!"
Goodness! The aroma is so enticing, it's making my stomach rumble!
Since building his house, Shu Jiandang has been living frugally, occasionally buying watermelons and meat to improve his meals, but he can't afford to eat them every day. It has been seven or eight days since he last ate meat. Country folk work in the fields all day long and don't have any oil in their stomachs. The smell of meat makes their mouths water.
What's more, the weather has been hot lately, and a day of farm work can take half your life, so you'd really like to eat some meat to replenish your energy.
I don't know how this meat was made, but it smells so good.
The third daughter, Shu Jing, was craving meat. "Mom, when are we going to cook meat?"
Sister-in-law Shu, Liao Hongmei, scolded, "Eat, eat, all you know is how to eat! Look at you, you're as round as meat!"
Shu Jing lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes.
The youngest son, Shu Kang, sniffed, threw down his chopsticks, and yelled, "Mom, I want meat! I want meat!"
Liao Hongmei's expression changed instantly as she smiled and coaxed, "Kang Kang, be good. Mom will buy you meat tomorrow, and you can eat it all by yourself."
Shu Jiandang was annoyed by his son's noise and slammed down his rice bowl.
While Liao Hongmei was washing the dishes, Shu Jiandang walked into the kitchen and remarked, "Why do I feel like this aroma is coming from next door?"
Liao Hongmei chuckled. What a joke! How could it possibly have drifted in from next door?
"This smells delicious! That poor bastard next door can't even afford rice and noodles, and he's dragging your sister and her family of four along with them. Where would he get the money to eat meat? You're overthinking it. I bet it's from the Zhao family on the east side. The Zhao family man has been learning to drive lately. I heard truck drivers make a lot of money!"
Shu Jiandang also thought that was the case.
"I'm not saying this to be mean, but your sister is really shameless. She was dumped by her husband and still has the nerve to go back to her parents' home and embarrass herself. If I were her, I would just kill myself!" Liao Hongmei said sarcastically.
The sound of scrubbing pots and pans came from the kitchen. Shu Jiandang didn't argue. A woman raising three daughters, her future was predictable.
Shu Hui is a pushover and won't amount to much in her life. The three Chu sisters are also introverted and don't like to talk. To put it bluntly, they don't seem like they can do anything great. They'll probably just stay in the countryside, get married, and have children.
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