My portable world of mixed farmers

Chapter 125
"Grandson, I'm back, let's see what I brought you." Just as the two of them were remembering the past, a loud voice came from the front yard, and Dong Shanhe knew without thinking that the person who came was Zhang Xiaodong's grandfather. .

"Second, let's go and see what my grandpa brought. The food made by my grandpa is delicious!" I don't know if Zhang Xiaodong is used to eating the things made by his grandpa, or if Wang Po is selling melons and boasting, anyway, this sentence Dong Shanhe has heard Zhang Xiaodong say it countless times since he was in college, and he even told Dong Shanhe back then, when he has the opportunity to go to Huizhou and taste whether Grandpa Zhang Xiaodong’s food is really so delicious.

When I walked to the front yard, I saw an old man in a black padded coat standing at the door of the kitchen with various ingredients.

"Grandpa, what did you buy? Ah! There are rock chickens too! This thing is not easy to buy!" Zhang Xiaodong exaggeratedly called out, and ran to Grandpa's body faster than a monkey, and kept looking at it. rock chicken.

Dong Shanhe didn't know what a rock pheasant was before, but he had only heard of it, and even thought that a rock pheasant was a stone?However, Dong Shanhe also felt that such an idea was unreliable. After all, rock chickens are edible, so how could they be stones?Later, Dong Shanhe found out that the rock pheasant is a kind of bird, smaller than a pheasant, as big as a turtle dove in his hometown, and about the same size as a pigeon, but it is better looking than ordinary pigeons. It is widely distributed in Eurasia. .

"Grandpa, why did you still buy pigeons? Do you want stewed pigeons again?" Zhang Xiaodong knew that his grandfather was a good cook in ten miles and eight villages. The current saying is that if you want to win her heart, you must first conquer her stomach, and the same applies to men and women.

"I know you like this one, so I've found it for you. If I hadn't gone to find someone to keep it yesterday, how would you have met." Dong Shanhe is no stranger to pigeons. When he was a child, his grandmother He once raised pigeons and rabbits, which were later sold by his father. Dong Shanhe can no longer remember the taste of pigeons.

"Grandpa, this is my good brother Dong Shanhe." At this moment, Zhang Xiaodong remembered that his good brother hadn't been introduced yet.

"Hello, Grandpa!" Dong Shanhe came again in a decent manner.

"Prime Minister Shanhe, good name." For the elderly, the name is not important, what matters is whether you have the ability. Even if you are called Chen Ergou, as long as you can make a fortune, you will not be looked down upon.

Of course, the old man didn't know that there was a person named Chen Ergou on the Internet.

"Grandpa, hurry up and cook. I'm hungry. It's already past ten o'clock. If you cook late, you and grandma will be hungry in a while." Zhang Xiaodong looked very worried for his grandparents. Said thoughtfully.

"You brat, you only know how to eat. Besides eating, you also know what to do." After finishing speaking, the old man walked into the kitchen. In fact, he just said that. He still loves his grandson Zhang Xiaodong very much. He was weak and sick when he was young. He is also very filial when he grows up, isn't it like eating a meal made by himself?If it wasn't for the classmates who accompanied him, Zhang Xiaodong might not be able to return to his hometown once a month.

The old man was working in full swing in the kitchen. Dong Shanhe and Zhang Xiaodong stood at the door and watched. It wasn't that the two of them didn't want to help, but they couldn't help at all.

Mao tofu, I still remember that Dong Shanhe had a special liking for Mao tofu when I saw China on the tip of my tongue before. What a magical phenomenon it is. Tofu will grow hair after a few days instead of being broken. I tried it at home. I bought two catties of tofu, cut it into small pieces and put it away. It stinks before the third day. Dong Shanhe doesn’t know what’s going on. Is it possible that this kind of magic can only be realized in Huizhou The phenomenon.

The old man quickly killed two chubby chickens and a pigeon, bled them, and plucked their feathers without any pause, as if they had done this thousands of times.

"When I was young, there were good things all over the mountains and plains here in Huizhou. Now there are more people, but there are fewer things. When I was young, I often went to Dajianfeng and Xiaojianfeng to catch pheasants and ducks, and went to Heilongtan to catch fish. Your grandma loves fish. Back then, I took the risk of poaching the corners of socialism to catch fish, and almost fell into the Black Dragon Pond in the middle of the night, but I was lucky and caught a big bastard weighing more than three catties, which made your grandma happy." The old man said while packing the pigeons.

It seems that older people like to tell stories about their past, and their grandfather is no exception, and Zhang Xiaodong's grandfather is no exception.

"Grandpa, you have told this story many times, can you change it to a fresh one." Zhang Xiaodong said lazily. He had heard this story since he was a child, and his ears were almost callused.

"Stinky boy, if I didn't catch fish, where would your grandma get the milk to feed your father, and where would you come from without your father, so that bastard saved your life." The old man was very dissatisfied with Zhang Xiaodong's interruption of his words , and don't care.

"Okay, okay, I will go to the Black Dragon Pool to burn incense tomorrow, and worshiping the bastard in the Black Dragon Pool saved my life." Zhang Xiaodong chuckled.

Seeing Zhang Xiaodong talking like this, Dong Shanhe really wanted to slap him a few times. If he was out of tune, Zhang Xiaodong almost opened his mouth, but Dong Shanhe knew that it was between familiar people. If it was not an acquaintance, Zhang Xiaodong would hardly open his mouth. Those who talk, only become such chatter among good friends and family members.

Soon, grandpa cleaned up the pigeons and chubby chickens, and the rest was to start cooking.The practice of pigeons is a famous Anhui dish in Huizhou. Stewed pigeons in Huizhou, peel off the outer skin of the yams, wash them, cut them into thin slices, put them in boiling water for a while, scald them for a while, and take them out. Open a small mouth from the abdomen of the pigeons, take out the internal organs and wash them. Blanch the pigeons in boiling water, pick them up and wash them again, put them in a soup bowl, add yam slices, scallion knots, ginger, salt, rock sugar, Shaoxing wine and soup, cover the soup bowl with a large dish, and put it in the pot Steam it with high heat for about 2 hours. The yam nourishes yin and nourishes the kidney, and the pigeon meat strengthens the body. It is a great tonic for people.

Dong Shanhe is also very greedy for this, and Dong Shanhe never hides his attitude towards delicious food.

After finishing the Huizhou stewed pigeon, the old man started to make steamed chubby chicken again. He cut a small slit from the neck of the chubby chicken with a knife, peeled off the outer skin from the knife edge, then removed the internal organs, chopped off the head and claws, washed, and cut each into four pieces.Wash the fungus and tear small pieces.Put the rock chicken into a soup bowl, add cooking wine, refined salt, sugar, monosodium glutamate, ginger slices, garlic cloves, lard, chicken broth, fungus, ham slices, and bamboo shoots. Cover the soup bowl with a large plate and steam in a basket for half an hour.

Huizhou rock chicken is delicate in texture, rich in protein, calcium and other nutrients, and has the functions of clearing fire, improving eyesight and nourishing the body. It is a top-grade mountain treasure.

After finishing these two big dishes, the old man slowly started to cook Huizhou special snacks, such as crab shell pancakes, stone noodles, Huizhou chaos, butterfly noodles, and Wucheng dried tea.

"Grandpa, don't forget to make tiger skin tofu." Zhang Xiaodong was not afraid that his grandpa would be tired, and wanted to add another dish.

"Stinky boy, didn't you see that I've already taken out the moldy tofu!" The old man reprimanded the tree pretending to be serious, and then started laughing again.

(End of this chapter)