National Tide 1980.

Chapter 575
February 1984, 2 was the last day of the Year of the Pig.

After this day, it will be the Spring Festival of the Jiazi Year in the lunar calendar, and the cycle of the twelve zodiac signs will start again.

On New Year's Eve, because of the heavy snowfall in the north of the Republic, the New Year's atmosphere suddenly became intense.

There is no doubt that our compatriots have a strong Spring Festival complex.

But in Ning Weimin's memory, the Spring Festival 30 years later is getting more and more boring.

Especially for a small boss like him, it's actually not as good as it is.

Why do you say that?

Because the Spring Festival 30 years later has only form and lost its spiritual connotation.

The New Year gift alone is enough for him to drink a pot, not to mention the economic loss caused by the closure.

The Spring Festival is actually a kind of folk culture.

Since it is a culture, it needs a carrier for inheritance.

Don't look at the old people in the past clinging to the traditions that seem wordy and ridiculous to those younger generations.

But in fact, it is precisely these wordy traditions that continue the national culture and imprint the most sacred and warmest festival, the Spring Festival, in the hearts of every Chinese.

When those stresses and rules are missing, even the firecrackers to welcome the Spring Festival are not allowed to be set off.

The Spring Festival will be dull, and there will only be a sumptuous banquet left, which is no different from the usual dinner.

The Spring Festival will gradually fade from our hearts, and we will feel at a loss-is this still the Chinese New Year?
Because of this, on New Year's Eve, at six o'clock in the morning, Ning Weimin, who fell asleep at twelve o'clock last night, was lifted up by his master Kang Shuode and assigned him a bunch of errands .

He didn't complain about lack of sleep, and went to get busy honestly, doing everything according to the old man's orders.

First put the "five offerings" in front of the portraits of parents.

Then there is a thorough cleaning of the house, sweeping every corner and every corner, and then dumping the dirt.

All the dirty clothes saved must also be washed and not allowed to be kept for the next year.

The water tank should also be cleaned, and of course, store as much water as possible.

The most important thing is the amount of coal fire, usually reluctant to fill up the fire, there is no need to be stingy during the Chinese New Year.

The hotter the fire, the better, and the room must be warm.

Anyway, try to do all the work you can do before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and try not to do these rough jobs during the Chinese New Year.

When Ning Weimin finished these chores, Kang Shude also finished writing this year's Spring Festival couplets and the word "Fu" in thin gold script.

After the two of them posted together, it was time to clean their hands, prepare the ingredients together, and go to work and invite God to make dumplings.

Ever since he ate this refreshing vegetarian dumpling, Ning Weimin felt that this kind of dumpling without meat was the perfect match for the New Year's Eve dinner.

Otherwise, after filling his stomach with a table of good wine and good food, he would get tired of eating dumplings with plenty of oil and water.

This thing is still good, not to mention the implication of "pure and safe for a whole year". Another treat on the tip of the tongue.

To be honest, Ning Weimin had the idea of ​​plagiarizing such dumplings to the "Altar Palace".

But when I thought about it later, I couldn't bear to be separated from the "Altar Palace" in the future, so I had to save some "private food" for myself.

But it's a pity that the dumplings can't be put into the pot after they are made, and they can only wait until the evening if they want to eat them.

Because apart from seasonal issues, "Zhang Dashao" and Sun Wufu will also come over tonight, get together and have a lively New Year's Eve dinner.

They are all lonely masters, so this can be regarded as hugging to keep warm.

Naturally, there is no reason for Ning Weimin to enjoy it first and have a boring meal alone.

So here comes the question, looking at the old clock, it is almost 11:30, what should I have for lunch?

Thinking about eating outside is useless. Ning Weimin is a very humane leader. He gave employees one more day off than other units. Yesterday he closed the "Altar Palace" and earned a lot of good reputation.

As for other restaurants and restaurants, to be honest, he really looks down on the level of those places now.

And think about the craftsmanship of "Zhang Dashao", and so many chickens, ducks and fish at home.

To be honest, he really didn't want to consume too much "combat power" at noon, so he wanted to eat vegetarian food.

For this reason, after pondering and pondering, a wonderful idea came up.

"Old man, why don't we just eat a mess."

Paste tazi is a unique noodle dish in Beijing.

It refers to grating the zucchini into shreds, adding eggs and noodles to make a paste, then mixing with the auxiliary ingredients, heating the pan, pouring a little oil, pouring the batter and spreading it flat (round shape), and roasting on both sides.

But since you have to use zucchini, this stuff is only for summer.

Moreover, this thing is not decent, and it has to be poured with garlic juice, which belongs to the preference of the bottom class.

It is not sold in restaurants or snack bars outside, so it can only be made at home.

To put it bluntly, Ning Weimin thought of this mouthful because he ate too much good food.

But the old man doesn't want to fulfill him today.

This out-of-season food made the well-behaved old man feel disgusted, and the key point is that the old man felt a little wronged in his heart.

"How dare you think! What a fool? Where can I find it for you? Come on, you can figure it out yourself. I have been serving you for a year, and today is the last day, so please forgive me." .Tch, we don’t know what to say about our seniority? Isn’t it the other way around? On the day when I can’t move, can I count on you?”

With just these few sentences, Ning Weimin was terribly wronged.

"Okay, then I'll figure it out on my own, but... what do you do? Or, I'll serve you a meal today? I'll serve you a bowl of noodles, and some sausages and dried tofu..."

"Hey, that's right. But it doesn't need to be so troublesome. In fact, you have this kind of heart better than anything else. In this way, I will leave the kitchen to you. I will eat whatever you do."

This old man is easy to serve!
When he came to the kitchen, Ning Weimin felt as if he was in charge of his own affairs, and felt an indescribable excitement and excitement.

After all, this is a rare opportunity for him to cook now, and it is such an important day.

If you consider that his current status and position are already different
Then it is even better to show off a little hand, so as to show that he can go to the hall as well as go to the kitchen!
If it weren't for being the top leader of a restaurant, how could he convince the public?

I've never heard that Dongfang Bubai can't sew clothes...

Ah, bah bah!Frustrated!
Just like that, while talking to himself and playing with himself, while looking around for a while.

Not long after, Ning Weimin had already found suitable materials.

A few radishes, a few eggs, the flour in the noodle pocket, a big head of garlic, and a green onion, all work together.

He peeled the radish, grated it into shreds, beat in eggs, and mixed half a pot of batter. Seeing that the batter was a little bland, he added two more eggs.

Not long after, the pot of batter, which is a mixture of flour, shredded radish and eggs, was stirred into yellow by him, exuding a strong egg fragrance.

Turn on the gas stove again, and the gas flames that can only be enjoyed by a few wealthy families now rise up.

Ning Weimin was cautious and energetic, and popped out browned radish paste in the pan.

Finally, smash garlic juice in the garlic mortar, pour soy sauce and vinegar, perfect!

As for the mushy radish just out of the pan, he brought it to Kang Shude confidently, and the fragrance wafted all over the room.

Sure enough, the old man praised it when he saw it.

"Well, you really seem to be hardworking. You are not a restaurant manager for nothing. I have already smelled the scent of the small kitchen in the room..."

After picking up the chopsticks and tasting it, I gave it a thumbs up.

"Okay, it's full of color and fragrance, it's not just for looks, this shredded radish pancake is quite delicious."

Ning Weimin is a beauty, but his fault lies in that he shouldn't get carried away and expose his nature of escape.

He actually corrected him with righteous words.

"Old man, this is not shredded radish pancake, it's mushy pancake. I made it with radish instead of zucchini."

Then try hard to please.

"How about it? Do you think it is very fragrant. Have you ever eaten mush in winter? It is your apprentice, I, who have such an idea. Look, the branches outside are bare, the snow is flying, and our windows are freezing Ice flowers are coming out, it’s such a severe cold weather. How lucky you are to be able to eat summer mush! If you want to put it aside, even the emperor in the Forbidden City is not so lucky!"

If he shows off so badly, isn't he just looking for boredom?

Who is the master?is not it?
I saw the old man happily "hehe", "Okay, you actually picked words with me?"

In the blink of an eye, Ning Weimin was stopped.

"Then I would like to ask you, what is a paste? Which word should this paste be?"

After being stunned for a while, Ning Weimin said not so confidently, "Isn't that just a nonsense next to the word rice?"

These words almost made the old man laugh out loud.

"You really came here just by opening your mouth! If it's really that simple, would I still ask you?"

Ning Weimin is also a bachelor.

"Okay, old man, don't run on people. It's not that I don't understand your deep meaning, but that I know you too well. Since I know that I have let you catch the talk, why should I resist? In front of you, the Tathagata Buddha, I am a monkey grandson. The more clever you are, the more shameful you will be in the end. Then it is better to take the initiative to lie down honestly. You save your energy, and I can learn a little bit. As long as you don’t put me under pressure At the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, I miss you so much."

Now the old man is really happy.

"You boy, it's a pity that you didn't go to the Tianqiao to lay down the ground. It's a pity that you are so self-aware, and today you have filial piety, and made me a meal. I will tell you another paragraph. Let you understand."

"Speaking of this paste, the word you said is indeed familiar to people in the capital. But it's not right. Because paste paste can only use zucchini, you can't use other vegetables. Think about it, you say this' What does the word "paste" mean? Isn't it just beaten into batter and collapsed into cakes on the pan, what does that have to do with zucchini? It should be written as "cucurbit" for gourd!"

"As for describing cooking skills, it is obviously more correct to use 'stand'. In the past, I also heard someone say that the character '烀' should be 'fire' and 'hu', which is not correct. Because that word refers to It is baked in the stove, and the sweet potato is the orthographic. So what really happened? Mr. Song told me that this kind of food originally used 'hu (hu) seeds' as raw material."

"Gourd refers to gourd. The scientific name is 'Bianpu', the common name is 'Huzi', and it is also called 'Night Blossom'. It originated in Africa, which is now called Africa. This thing is not cold-resistant, and it is widely cultivated in southern my country. It has white flowers, and the tender fruit is like a loofah, long cylindrical, green and white like a gourd."

"Northern people use gourds for cooking, and we have to talk about the establishment of the capital in Beijing in the Ming Dynasty. Zhu Di, the founder of Ming Dynasty, was named the King of Yan before he proclaimed himself emperor. The story of "King Yan sweeping the north" said by the people is about him. We in Changping Among the Ming Tombs, Changling is his mausoleum. Zhu Di moved the capital from Jinling to the capital and established the capital, and the country name was Yongle. During the process of Zhu Di moving the capital, he forced the peasants in some areas in the south of the Yangtze River to move north with him. At the same time, there were quite a few Some family members of officers and soldiers also entered the capital area with the army and settled down.”

"However, the living habits will not change. In summer, people like to eat gourds grown by themselves, and they can be fried or made into soup. But gourds are warm and humid, and they are not grown in the north. Some immigrants brought vegetables from their hometowns. I had gourd seeds, so I tried planting them in the place where I lived, and they actually produced melons, but they were not as big as those in the south. At that time, food was scarce, and people still followed the way of eating in the south, grating young gourds into shreds, adding some coarse grains and salt, Stir it with water to make a thick paste, spread it on the griddle to satisfy hunger, this is a combination of main and non-staple food, which saves the cost of cooking."

"The griddle is not quite the same as the iron pan in the north. It is also made of cast iron, smaller in size, not flat inside, with a slightly protruding belly in the middle, with a cast iron cover and a shallow edge around it, slightly thicker than the pan. Later, the northerners also followed this method to make taro cakes. However, gourds were not produced in the north, so they had to use zucchini instead. gourd tazi'."

"Gourds have a greenish smell, which northerners are not used to. Gourds are bitter and inedible, and are easily poisoned. After eating, those who are milder will have diarrhea. In my opinion, this may also be the reason why we northerners use zucchini instead." one of them?"

Ning Weimin likes to hear such old stories, which can make him feel connected with this ancient city.

Although he is a child without parents, but in this city with a long history, the more old things he knows about it, the more he understands how he should live.

This may be called a sense of belonging.

Just like today, after cooking a meal, you can hear the events of the Ming Dynasty, which is worth it.

But just when he wanted to praise Kang Shude, the old man quietly stopped his chopsticks, as if he remembered something.

Turning to ask him suddenly.

"Hey, for Weimin, you went to the kitchen, didn't you just make a plate of shredded radish pancakes?"

"Well, yes. It's just this plate. What's wrong with you? It's not enough? It's okay, you can ask me what else you want to eat. I'll cut some cold dishes for you? Songhua? Or sauced pork?"

"No, no, I mean, you have already peeled the radish, what about the radish skin?"

"Radish... radish skin? Throw it away..."

"Oh, you prodigal son..."

Ning Weimin's eyes widened, and he asked in disbelief.

"It's New Year's Eve, do we have anything to eat at home? You don't even miss the radish skins, do you?"

The old man was so angry that he threw his chopsticks on the table with a "pop".

"If you were my own son, if I said this to you, I would starve you..."

(End of this chapter)