Author: Chen Dengyuan.
On a sunny day, there are many anecdotes to remember.
When we first arrived, Aunt Zhang, who cooked for us, spent a whole morning preparing a beautiful lunch: a pot of crucian carp soup, a mooncake as big as a basin, and a few large watermelons. When we were about to stuff the moon cakes into our mouths, Aunt Zhang snatched the moon cakes in our hands one by one.
The educated youth bathed in the sun and forced us to drink the fish soup first. Say it's the rule here, eat soup first. I was stunned that such a scientific eating habit actually happened in a remote rural area. However, when we finished eating the watermelon and waited for the moon cake to be served, the stunned Aunt Zhang said: "These stupid dolls, watermelon soaked buns with a mouthful of melons, how can they eat watermelons and then eat steamed buns?"In Yongning, the so-called "steamed bun" is a cake, and "moon cake" is a special cake baked after fermenting flour. The baking of moon cakes is exquisite, and it generally needs to be baked for ** hours with a simmer. And the mooncakes I bake over a high fire don't take more than an hour. The secret is to scrape off the charred part of the more than 1 cm thick with a spatula after baking, and then apply a layer of sesame oil. When I held the yellow and shiny mooncakes in front of Aunt Zhang, she was stunned and asked for advice again and again. I grinned, secretively. Despite this, Aunt Zhang still praised when she saw people: "Xiao Chen can do it!.""40 years later, when I went back to Yongning to see her, I told the secrets of the moon cakes, and she smiled and leaned back, this time not praising me, "I can!".It's "What the hell!."”
What surprised Aunt Zhang even more was that the sweet wine I made was mellow and sweet. Shi Zhenhe was not convinced, and also made a big pot. As a result, the first day was cold rice, the second day was glutinous rice, the third day was porridge, and the fourth day was rotten rice with green hairs, which smelled strange and unpleasant. Even the pig knew it wasn't a delicacy, sniffed, fanned his ears, and lazily left. was so angry that Shi Zhen scolded his mother uncleanly.
But there have been times when I've missed. According to the introduction in the book, I successfully tried to make a teacup of tofu. The female compatriots praised it, and the educated youths who came to admire it also praised it endlessly. At their instigation, I came to mass production and made a large jar in one go, which was enough for 10 catties. These gluttonous diners can't hold back, today this one opens the lid to see, tomorrow the one smells, and the day after tomorrow I don't know who will taste it, but because of pollution, it finally becomes a can of stinky shit!The most terrible thing is Qiu Qixin, who is anxious, and before the salt water dissolves the mold, he secretly tastes a piece. As a result, I had a stomach upset, and I was so busy going to the thatched house that I couldn't even lift my pants. At that time, there was no diarrhea and diarrhea, and chloramphenicol could not be obtained. I had to bake the bun into charcoal according to the book, grind it into powder, and together with Shi Zhenhe, pinch my nose and pour it into Xiao Qiu's mouth. The diarrhea stopped a few days later. However, the "strong laborers" at the end of the day, skinny as firewood, and their appearance is as lively as a monkey. The culprit himself too!
In the meantime, I have caused a lot of trouble. I once used old newspapers to paste a Kong Ming lantern the size of a single mosquito net, and slowly lifted into the air amid the cheers of a group of bare-bottomed dolls. Since I couldn't get pure alcohol at that time, I had to steal half a bottle of medical alcohol from "Jiang Banxian". Due to the excessive water content of the alcohol and the lack of firepower, when Kong Ming Lantern was about to take off, the alcohol was almost exhausted, and Kong Ming Lantern flew for more than ten meters, landed on the rice stack, and almost burned. If it weren't for the water left in the burner after the alcohol was exhausted, it might have been a disaster. It's a blessing in the midst of misfortune. After hearing the news, the old captain put on a face in front of me for the first time, his weather-beaten face was gloomy and gloomy, and he could see that he wanted to restrain me a few words, and the corners of his mouth moved, and finally he did not say anything. I later learned that when the bunnies complained, the old captain mistakenly thought that the fire was about to burn, and almost fainted.