Food starts with Mapo Tofu

That night, as expected, Xiao Fugui won.

The next day, Xiao Fugui also got canned yellow peaches as he wished.

But there is one more important thing about aging than canning today.

That is to learn how to make the so-called noodles with Gao Genzhu.

Except for those Shanxi classmates and Yan Lili, I have never heard this word before.

And until now, Chen Nian doesn't even know how to write this oat noodle. After all, Gao Genzhu can't write, so he can't show it.

Chen Nian wanted to ask the teacher over there when he sent Xiao Fugui to school tomorrow morning.

On this night, after closing the stall, they returned home and began to prepare for cooking.

"You noodles are actually a special kind of noodles in Shanxi. My father told me that this kind of noodles is basically eaten by Shanxi people. In addition to Shanxi, some places in Shaanxi and Inner Mongolia also eat it, but not As broad as we are."

Gao Genzhu said.

"I remember I told you before that you need to use boiling water to make oat noodles, and you have to put as much water into it as you use." While talking about Gao Genzhu, he poured the boiled water into the already put In the basin.

Then paw and pull to mix the noodles and water together. Although the noodles are not as hot as before, they are still hot.

But Gao Genzhu still started rubbing his face with those ruthless iron hands.

At the beginning, the oat noodles are flocculent like other noodles, but the surface gradually becomes smoother.

"You don't need to wake up to make oat noodles, you can start making them directly after kneading, but the shape of oat noodles is still different from other noodles, you will know what it looks like later."

Speaking of which, Gao Genzhu first grabbed a ball of dough and kneaded it into long strips, and then rolled it into small batches and put them on the chopping board.

At this time, Zhang Chuanfang also started to do it.

I saw a flat and smooth stone slab in front of Zhang Chuanfang, first put the dose on the end of the slate near her side, and then gently rub the back end of the palm forward, the lump of oat noodles The jelly was kneaded into a thin dough piece.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Chuanfang used his index finger and thumb to lift the back of the dough sheet, and gently flicked it forward from bottom to top.

Under the action of the force, the dough swung around first, and then returned to the fingers.

After Zhang Chuanfang let go of his thumb, the oat noodles became a cylinder and were put into the steamer.

Afterwards, Zhang Chuanfang rolled them one by one according to the previous steps, and soon the grandmas in the steamer stood up one by one, looking like a honeycomb from above.

"Do you understand? It's not difficult to do this, just keep doing it like this." Zhang Chuanfang said looking at Chen Nian after making more than a dozen.

"I've learned it. It really doesn't look difficult."

"Then try it."

Zhang Chuanfang gave way to his seat, and left the slate of his grandma's slab of kneading noodles handed down from his ancestors to Chen Nian.

Chen Nian also rubbed it, but the first time he rubbed it too hard, although the surface was flattened, there was a hole in the middle.

Pick it up and knead it again, Chen Nian relaxed a little when kneading it for the second time, and sure enough, the ball of dough turned into a complete dough sheet.

Then Chen Nian pinched it again, and with a light flick, the oat noodles rolled into a cylinder shape in Chen Nian's hands.

"It's quite interesting." Chen Nian couldn't help being interested and began to rub one by one, while Zhang Chuanfang went to the other side of the table and started rubbing on the kitchen knives.

"Can you use a kitchen knife?" Chen Nian asked in surprise.

"It can be used, as long as it is flat and smooth. If you have the skills, you can rub it on your arms."

As a result, after Xiao Fugui heard this, he asked curiously: "Mother, can you rub it on my forehead?"

But Zhang Chuanfang looked at his son with disgust: "Yes, yes, but can you still eat it after rubbing it out on your forehead?"

"Why can't you eat it?" Xiao Fugui asked in confusion.

"Look at your dirty forehead, huh? It will be rubbed out on your head, shall we rely on grandma or eat the mud on your forehead?"

Hearing this, Xiao Fugui smiled embarrassedly.

In this way, the old people rubbed one after another, and soon they rubbed half a cage together with Zhang Chuanfang.

But when Chen Nian was about to continue rubbing, he was stopped by Sun Chuanfang.

"Okay, it's enough for grandma to rub so much. Next, let's rub some noodles and fish."

"Noodles Yuyu?" Chen Nian felt strangely cute when he heard the name.

At the same time, Zhang Chuanfang also started to do it.

This time the dose was smaller than before, and Zhang Chuanfang didn't use a kitchen knife anymore. He first put the dough in the palm of his hand, and then started rubbing his hands together. After rubbing the dough, it became Thick in the middle and thin on both sides.

Finally, she pressed lightly, and then spread her palms, and the oat noodles had turned into long strips of small fish.

"This is naked noodles with fish? But why do you make it like this and not like noodles?"

Zhang Chuanfang shook his head: "I don't know about that. Anyway, our grandparents did it this way, my grandma did it, my mother did it, and I did it too. Don't you think it looks like a fish? Otherwise it Why is it called oat noodle fish?"

Chen Nian also heard that this is a traditional custom, just like the cat's ears that Chen Nian had eaten in the north before Chen Nian had to be made that way, either by rubbing with hands or grinding with chopsticks, or first using chopsticks to pierce a hole in the middle. A small hole, and then turn it lightly to turn out a small nest in it.

But he thought, if it looks like a puppy, wouldn't it be called a noodle dog?
If it looks like a chicken, it is probably a naked chicken.

If it looks like a cow, it has to be called Noodles Niu Niu.

In the end, Chen Nian started to imitate some fried noodles and fish. As for the ideas in his mind, he still didn't try to realize them.

"In addition to the two kinds just made, you noodles can also be made into He Lao noodles. We have a kind of noodles called He Lao noodles here. The methods of these two are somewhat similar, and they are made with special utensils. Press it out, but the two kinds of utensils in our house are also different.

The surface of the river noodles is smooth after being pressed, but after the noodles are made, the outside is not smooth, and there are a little lines on it. "

Listening to his sister-in-law's introduction, Chen Nian also saw something like a pumping well device behind Zhang Chuanfang.

It's made of wood and has a long wooden handle on it, but there's also a sort of oversized nail-like thing on the handle that's used to press the dough.

Stuff the surface that was picked off from Gao Genzhu's side into the round bucket on the base, and then Zhang Chuanfang put the nail-shaped lid inside.

In the end, all the strength of the whole person was pressed against the armrest and pressed down hard.

There was a crackling sound inside.

The oat noodles, which were originally a ball, were also pressed through the small hole below and turned into noodles and fell into the basin placed in advance.

Chen Nian took a closer look, and it turned out that the pressed noodles were very thin, and there were lines on them.

So Chen Nian also went up to try it, and the crackling sound sounded again, and this lump of noodles was also crushed into noodles by Chen Nian.

But when Xiao Fugui saw this, he also wanted to give it a try, but his height was only a little taller than this machine, so he couldn't hold it down with his strength, so Chen Nian gave a hand behind.

Xiao Fugui happily clapped his hands and shouted: "Come out, come out, mother! This sound sounds like farting and shit!"

When Zhang Chuanfang heard this, his face turned black, and he slapped Xiao Fugui on the back of the head: "Can you talk? What are you talking about here? Go play, don't influence us here work."

After Xiao Fugui got a big blow on the head, he had to run away to play with dirt in resentment.

After making the oatmeal river fish, it was not finished yet, they taught Chen Nian how to make oatmeal dumplings.

But this aged noodle is easy to see at a glance. It is nothing more than putting the stuffing in the rolled oatmeal skin, then folding it in half and pinching it. There is no need to squeeze or pinch the lace.

There are two kinds of fillings, the meat one is pork and potatoes with leeks, the vegetarian one is shredded potatoes and radish, and then add some pickles.

After kneading, put it in the cage.

"Any more?" Chen Nian asked curiously.

There are so many ways to make such a kind of noodles, which not only makes Chen Nian start to look forward to what else can be made from oat noodles.

"Yes, generally speaking, when we do this, we have to do everything we can. There is also a kind of thing called Cishan Yam, which is similar to the method of noodles and fish just now.

But some potatoes will be added in it, the steamed potatoes are cut into strips, then mashed into a paste, then put some oat noodles and water, and knead into long strips with your hands after reconciliation. "

I can't figure out what it will look like in the end just by listening to the old age.

And listening to the dialect spoken by Zhang Chuanfang, except for the word yam, Chen Nian couldn't understand anything else. It was very abstract.

Even if he can understand the two characters for yam, it is because he has stayed here for a while and has a certain understanding of the dialect here.

But they originally planned to make more, after all, it was hard to eat oat noodles once.

Even if Chen Nian is not around, they are like this every time.

Even if you can’t eat it, the leftovers can be fried or steamed again.

After making this according to what Zhang Chuanfang said, it was also put into the cage.

At this time, the cage is basically full, and there is still a corner where there is nothing left.

"Sister-in-law, do you want to put some other things here?"

"Well, we're going to do black movies again."

I can probably understand a little bit about the old things before, such as yam or something.

But after hearing the name Hei Pian Zi, Chen Nian felt his eyes go dark, and he had no idea what it was, so he could only roughly transliterate it.

After seeing Chen Nian like this, both Zhang Chuanfang and Gao Genzhu laughed.

"It's normal to not understand our local dialect. You haven't stayed here for a long time. Although you can understand normal communication, you may not understand more complicated ones."

And Chen Nian said that he really didn't understand.

He didn't know that the dialect in Shanxi was so abstract before.

I could only watch Zhang Chuanfang go to the side to peel a big potato, then washed it in the water, took out a special wiper, and started to rub it.

Chen Nian has seen this kind of thing before, and many people have kitchen utensils like this in their homes.

This can be used to rub potatoes, radishes, or zucchini, and there are many kinds of these graters now. You can make potato shreds with different thicknesses by changing the movable pieces inside.

But the potatoes rubbed out by this grater are not shredded but muddy.

Just when Chen Nian thought it was mashed potatoes, he saw that Zhang Chuanfang had already started to put the mashed potatoes on a piece of cloth, and squeezed the water into a small basin.

"If you want to do this, you have to wait a little longer. There is also potato powder in the water. After a while, the powder will sink, and then pour out the water on top and the things below can be used."

After Zhang Chuanfang's explanation, Chen Nian understood this step.

My sister-in-law called it potato flour, but Chen Nian knew that it was actually precipitated potato starch.

After a while, after the potato starch sank, Zhang Chuanfang picked it up and poured off the water on it carefully, and then put the wet potato starch and the potatoes that had been squeezed out of water together.

Then add a little water, start to reconcile them, and finally make them into pieces by hand and put them into the last empty space of the cage.

"It's gone? Can we start steaming?"

"Well, we can start."

Zhang Chuanfang went to the stove to boil a new pot of boiling water, but Chen Nian saw that Gao Genzhu was still moving.

First cut some potato slices, and then cut a few slices of pumpkin and put them in another cage.

"At that time, these two kinds will be steamed together, and it will be especially delicious when eaten together."

Chen Nian nodded, now he is a little numb.

There are so many tricks.

But what Chen Nian never expected was that Gao Genzhu didn't stop after doing these two things well!
I took two bowls, poured the tomato sauce that had been sealed and put into one bowl, and put the chopped mutton, green onions and various seasonings in the other bowl, and finally put the two bowls together Also put on the steamer with potatoes and squash.

Looking at the aging of these tomato sauces, I still feel a little emotional.

The big man he is in now is like a place similar to an alternate history novel.

But according to the order of dynasties, it should still be after the Ming Dynasty.

Seriously speaking, tomatoes don't seem to be fully popular at this time, but now I can eat tomato sauce here.

In the end, Chen Nian can only sigh that this parallel time and space is really different from the history he has learned.

"Brother Genzhu, I wouldn't be surprised if you put anything in it now."

But at this time Gao Genzhu spread his hands: "It's really gone now, everything that needs to be done has been done, now I just wait for the water to boil and steam it."

Chen Nian finally breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time began to look forward to it more and more.

After the water boiled, Gao Genzhu put the two containers on top and covered them to steam.

Chen Nian also silently estimated the time in his heart.

After about 15 minutes or so.

Gao Genzhu lifted the lid of the pot, and the steam inside burst out.

"Okay, daughter-in-law, go get the vinegar, and I'll bring these down." Gao Genzhu directed.

"What about me? Brother Genzhu, what am I going to do?"

"Just wait a moment and adjust your ingredients."

Chen Nian nodded and sat at the table.

Then he followed Zhang Chuanfang's example and poured the vinegar into the bowl first, poured about a third of it, and put some salt in it.

The next step is to put the tomato sauce and meat sauce that Gao Genzhu steamed in the pot before into the bowl.

"Chen Nian, if you like spicy food, put a little oil and chili in it."

Chen Nian nodded, and put another spoonful of chili oil into his bowl.

"Then how do we eat?" Chen Nian asked again.

Gao Genzhu also put everything on the table at this time.

"You can eat whatever you want, first, I will tear up the old man, He Lao, and the noodle fish. If you want to eat together standing up, you can mix them together in a bowl if you want more. It’s okay to eat, we don’t have so much attention at home.”

This should be a picture, although you can find it online, but I still think we do better there, and I will post a picture when I return to my hometown at the end of the month.

At that time, I will show you the stone slabs for kneading oat noodles and fish fish handed down by our family, as well as the river fishing bed, and what those things look like.

I can only speak some things in vernacular, and I don’t know how to express them in Mandarin. I’ll see if my mother or grandma can provide you with a standard dialect.