The blessing of the splendid farm family is married to the world

Chapter 53 Fried Sugar Cake

They went out early, taking advantage of another family's ox cart to return to the village, An Chong, An Hua, and several other children in the village were on their way to school.

When the two met, An Xu shared a piece of candied fruit bought in the town with each of them.

"I'm not going out of the stall today. You go home with Xiao Shitou and people from our village after school." An Xu explained to An Chong.

An Chong nodded and asked, "Brother Che's leg is okay?"

"It's okay, just stay in bed and recuperate." An Xu waved his hand, "Go to school."

After returning home, Zong Che was settled in the house, and An Xu went to his own room to get a new bedding for him to change into.

She doesn't know how to do it, so throw the old ones in the waste basket first.

Looking at the yellowed and hard quilts, An Xu didn't know what the original owner was thinking. Since he wanted to win over Zongche so that he could become an official's wife in the future, he didn't arrange anything related to his quality of life.

"I want to eat noodle soup at noon."

Zong Che's voice sounded.

An Xu, who was about to cross the threshold, paused, kicking in and out, looking at the boy's natural look, his teeth were itchy.

It turned out that there was a reason, this kid was too mean.

"Eat whatever I do." Still the same sentence.

Under the bright autumn sun, a girl in commoner clothes hugged the old quilt, glared at her with hatred, then walked away, and the clear shadow on the ground gradually faded away.

Zong Che smiled in a good mood, and his eyes, which were as deep as altars, were dotted with broken smiles.

The whole yard is full of bright autumn sun. An Xu found some vegetable seeds that he bought two days ago and planted them on the loosened ground. He brought a bucket of water to water them, and then went to get straw from the kitchen shed. Straw mats.

She wanted to grow some winter vegetables and needed a greenhouse. She had no plastic paper or glass, so she had to use this meadow.

And under such crude conditions, it is impossible to grow vegetables that require relatively high temperature.

While An Xu was busy, the naughty little camel Anle ran over, circling around, and picked up the hay in a while.

She doesn't make trouble, and teases the little camel with a few straws from time to time.

At this time, Zong Che's voice came from the room, "I want to drink water."

An Xu: Did this kid do it on purpose?I hadn't seen him so squeamish earlier that he had to bring water to his mouth to drink.

But thinking of the doctor's explanation, An Xu put down the hay in his hand and got up, alas, there is no kettle, and the water has to be boiled now.

"Wait a minute."

After the water was boiled, An Xu poured out a large bowl and brought it to the house. He came out and scooped out the boiling water that was still bubbling due to the residual temperature, and put it all in the bamboo tube.

A bamboo tube was not finished, and there seemed to be one or two bowls of water left in the pot.

It's okay, let's tinker with something to eat.

Scoop out the newly bought bag of noodles for [-] liter, watch the amount and add it to the pot, stir while adding, and after a while, it becomes a ball of hot and slightly crystal clear noodles.

When it cools down, add some lard and raw noodles, fold and knead a little bit, and next to it is the brown sugar noodles prepared just now.

It took another quarter of an hour for the sugar cake to be ready. An Xu got up, brought over a pot of soybean oil he bought, and poured it into the pot enough to cover the sugar cake.

"Why did you come out?" Turning around to go to the stove to light a fire, seeing Zong Che coming out of the house, An Xu chased him away, "Go back to the house and rest."

Zong Che said: "I've been resting for an hour, I'm not used to staying on the bed all the time." Seeing that An Xu still disagreed, he said again: "It's just a fire, it doesn't matter."

An Xu couldn't resist him, but he knew that his legs would swell when they hung down, so he brought a stool over and told him to sit down and put his legs on it.

Looking at the stool, my heart seemed to be pressed down by a finger, sore and soft.

Zong Che felt that this feeling was very strange, but it immediately brought a very comfortable warmth.

The flames rose, and the clear oil in the pot formed some small bubbles. After a while, An Xu reached out to test the temperature on the pot, and then began to put the sugar cakes into the pot one by one.

As the delicate sugar cake went into the pot, the bubbles became more and more obvious, An Xu reminded Zong Che: "Stop the fire."

This is the advantage of the earthen stove in the farmhouse. It can do everything quickly. It can be fried in one pot in less than 15 minutes. Because the pot is big, the sugar cake made of two bowls of noodles can be fried in one pot.

It's been a long time since I made this thing, I didn't expect the finished product to be so good.

The slightly browned sugar cake, which can be crispy when pinched, An Xu can't wait to eat it.

An Xu ate at most one of these fried sweets in his previous life, but this time with Zong Che, he ate two or three at a time before stopping.

People in ancient times were like this. Most people who can afford this kind of high-fat and high-sugar food are even lacking. If fried sugar cakes are sold, the business will definitely be booming.

But it is more oily, and she can't make candy cakes by herself, but she can distribute some noodles and deep-fry fried dough sticks.

In this dynasty, there should be no such food as fried dough sticks.

After deciding on the snacks to be made tomorrow, An Xu got up to scoop up the noodles and got busy.

Zong Che held a bowl of water, drank two sips and ate two sips of sugar cake. Seeing that she was busy, he asked, "Do you want to make this kind of sugar cake tomorrow?"

An Xu didn't hide anything from him, and replied: "This is troublesome, let's make it simple."

Twelve sugar cakes were made out of two bowls of noodles, An Xu ate three, Zong Che ate five, and there were four left over, which were covered in a basket, and An Chong brought them to him after school. Even if it was cold, his eyes lit up after eating it.

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When I got up early, I found that the withered grass on the roadside had been covered with hoarfrost, and it had entered winter unknowingly.

The food stall has been operating next to the official road for half a month, and has a group of regular customers. This morning, An Xu made Hu spicy soup. In the cold early winter, it is served with fried dough sticks with sauce, and the business is very good.

From setting up the booth in the morning, until the sun was high, An Xu saw off a group of customers, and after sitting down to rest, Zheng Changsheng came from the direction of Zhipu County with an old man.

(End of this chapter)