1980 My literary era

The so-called first-fu dumplings and second-fu noodles are summer noodles for northerners, which are a very ritual food. Midsummer is the time for spring wheat harvest. Only at this time can people eat noodles ground from new wheat that are full of wheat aroma.

Taking Yanjing people as an example, sesame sauce noodles are indispensable.

Father Shi finished making the noodles and covered them with the noodles. This noodles had to be woken up for an hour before he could use it. He took advantage of this time to get another cold dish.

Shi Lan came back from buying sesame paste from outside. Lin Weimin watched her dig into the sesame paste with her fingers while no one was paying attention, and then secretly stuffed it into her mouth, with a look of satisfaction on her face.

For children of this era, sesame sauce is a rare delicacy.

When the dough was ready, Father Shi kneaded the dough for a while, then rolled it into small pieces of moderate size.

He first used a rolling pin to roll the risen dough evenly into a large cake on a surface sprinkled with dry flour, and then filled a small cloth bag with starch and spread it thinly on the cake.

Then roll the large dough layer by layer on the rolling pin loosely, gently press the rolling pin with both hands, and stroke the two ends rhythmically while rolling. The more you roll out the dough, the thinner it becomes, and the more you roll out the dough, the more layers it has.

After a while, the entire thin roll was neatly folded into a wide strip about three feet long and three inches wide. Then use a knife to cut it horizontally into thin strips, dust it with flour and spread it out, and the noodles are ready.

While Father Shi was busy, Lin Weimin was not idle and took the initiative to help make sesame paste.

The freshly bought sesame paste does not taste good when eaten directly, it will be bitter and astringent.

He scooped a few spoonfuls of sesame paste into the bowl, added a spoonful of salt, and then gradually added cold boiled water while stirring evenly with chopsticks.

After two minutes, you can see that the sesame paste slowly fully blends with the water, and the color also changes, from the chocolate-colored thick sesame paste when you bought it back to a brown-yellow slurry.

Lin Weimin tried it with chopsticks. If there was no sauce when he picked it up, it was considered ready.

"Uncle, the sesame sauce is ready."

After hearing his words, Father Shi put the noodles into the pot.

At this time, Father Shi began to prepare small ingredients again.

Chopped green onion and soy sauce are essential seasonings in the side dishes. Pour soy sauce into the bowl and sprinkle with some chopped green onion. Then deep-fry the peppercorns in oil, frying slowly over low heat. Seeing that the peppercorns were fried to a crisp, and the oil started to smoke. Father Shi poured the hot oil with the burnt peppercorns onto the chopped green onion and soy sauce in the small bowl, and the fragrance came out. It will float out immediately.

Taking out the noodles, Shi Lan had already collected the cold water from the well outside and passed the noodles through the cold water twice.

"Eat." Father Shi said.

Shi Lan served Shi Tiesheng a bowl of noodles. Lin Weimin was not polite and filled a bowl for himself. He poured the sesame paste and other ingredients into the bowl and stirred it with chopsticks for a long time, then took a sip.

"Smells! Uncle's craftsmanship is unparalleled!"

Father Shi was mixing noodles and smiled shyly when he heard his compliment.

Shi Tiesheng said: "It's really a pleasure to have such a mouthful in the dog days of summer!"

All of a sudden, the Shi family's house was filled with the sound of eating noodles, and the large pot of noodles was completely eaten in a short time.

Father Shi was worried that Lin Weimin would not be full, so he wanted to order more noodles, but Lin Weimin quickly stopped him.

"Uncle, you're full, you're so full. If you eat any more, you'll have to show off your neck."

"Just eat enough."

After a good meal at Shi Tiesheng's house, Lin Weimin returned to the Literary Research Institute in the afternoon and was stopped by Xiao Lin. She was on duty today.

"Wan Fang came to see you this morning and said that Mr. Wan has returned from a visit abroad and asked you to have time to sit at home."

Xiao Lin handed over a note with Mr. Wan's address on it.

Lin Weimin was happy that he could hug his thigh.

He originally planned to rest for a long time in the afternoon, but now that he was back from a big job, Lin Weimin didn't even go back to his house, he got on his bicycle and went straight to Wangfujing.

After shopping around, Lin Weimin was quite confused and didn't know what kind of gifts to buy.

After much deliberation, I found that the old man was of high rank, and in this era he belonged to a group of people who were not short of money, and his treatment was not bad either. No matter how expensive things were, they would only regard them as ordinary things, so it would be better to just buy some gifts and bring them home.

After buying the gifts, Lin Weimin looked for them according to the address on the note left by Wan Fang.

On the south side of Fuxingmenwai Street, near Muxidi, there are rare high-rise residential buildings in this era. The building numbers are Muxidi Building 22 and Building 24. In the mouths of ordinary people, these two buildings are called "Shangshu Building".

As the name suggests, the people living there are all minister-level beings. Mr. Wan moved in last year.

Lin Weimin followed the house number to the door of Mr. Wan's house and knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was an old lady with white hair. This was his current wife Li Yuru.

Seeing Lin Weimin, a strange young man, the old lady was not surprised, but asked: "Are you Lin Weimin?"

"Hello, I am Lin Weimin."

"come in."

Lin Weimin walked in. The home was very large and the furnishings in the room were very simple. Apart from the sofa and the coffee table, there were books all over the wall in the living room. There were no other decorations. There was only a painting hanging on the wall facing the sofa. , the painting seemed to be of red plums, Lin Weimin glanced at the painting and the signature was "Guan Shan Yue".

"He's in the study." Li Yuru led Lin Weimin to the door of the study, knocked on the door, and signaled Lin Weimin to come in.

Lin Weimin felt inexplicably nervous and opened the door, only to see Mr. Wan raising his head and looking at him.

"Hello, sir!" Lin Weimin bowed politely.

A smile appeared on Mr. Wan's face, and he joked: "It's not the first time we've met, so this look is not your style!"

Lin Weimin laughed awkwardly, and the old man smiled kindly, "Sit down."

Lin Weimin sat opposite Mr. Wan. He was a little restrained from the previous meetings, mainly because his status was different now.

"Your Literary Research Institute arranged for me to be your tutor. I really don't know what I can teach you."

"It's enough for me to benefit a lot from being able to follow you and watch and hear."

"This flattering shot is pretty good. It's obvious that he has some literary skills."

A joke from the old gentleman made Lin Weimin smile, and the tension in his heart disintegrated.

"This is all from the bottom of my heart."

Mr. Wan quickly waved his hand, "Okay, don't be poor. I asked you to come to the door today just to recognize the door. Come and sit down when you have time. I really don't know what I can teach you. As you said, you are influenced by what you hear and what you see. Well, what you can learn depends on your ability."

"Okay, teacher, I will study hard with you." Lin Weimin called out.

Mr. Wan pointed at him with a wry smile, "You, you, you really just climbed along the stick."