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Chapter 341 Please Help (Please Subscribe)

As the saying goes, Zhuge Liang is as good as three cobblers, and there are more people and more strength.

Although everyone has the idea of ​​making boiled pies successfully, it is not as easy as imagined in practice.

"I'm now doing the traditional pie recipe, wrapping the pie until it's ready to be baked on the pan."

As Tang Ju said, he put the dough in his hand on the panel and flattened it.

He then puts the stuffing in the middle, then folds his fingers up from all sides of the dough until the meat stuffing is inside.

"Brother Zhu, it turns out that the pies are wrapped..."

Chang Le wasn't the only one who thought this way. At first, when Tang Ju looked up information about pies online, Qin Zheng was also surprised by it after learning a little bit about it.

Tang Zhu knew in his heart that he and Lin Chumo's cooking skills were not bad among the people present, but he still hoped that other people could give some opinions. After all, if this continues, it is difficult to succeed in cooking pies.

Tang Ju flattened the wrapped pie so that it could be baked in the pan.

"Pork sauerkraut stuffing, I like it."

Chang Le spoke to him, but he scratched his head embarrassingly as soon as he finished speaking.

He didn't come to Tang Ju's house today to grab a meal, and Chang Le knew it well.

"Then I'm ready to cook now."

As Tang Ju said, at the same time, he turned on the switch of the induction cooker on the dining table, and started to boil water to cook the pie.

Everyone stood in a circle around the dining table, and everyone was waiting for the moment when the pie was put into the pan.

Lin Guzhou watched Tang Ju's movements, he was grateful, but he didn't speak, just watched quietly.

But what he didn't expect was that Tang Ju quickly called his name.

"Lin Guzhou, I will leave it to you."

With a serious expression, Tang Ju handed the spatula in his hand to Lin Guzhou.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Lin Guzhou, the monitor who usually seemed calm and harmless in the class. For the first time, people could feel the tension emanating from him.

"If you are cooking dumplings, you must use a spoon, but we are cooking pies. In order not to stick to the pan, you must shovel the bottom."

Tang Ju explained to Lin Guzhou, Lin Guzhou nodded slightly.

After the water boiled, the much-anticipated part of pie cooking finally began.

Tang Ju took the pie with both hands and gently put it into the cooking pot, and soon the pie sank to the bottom.

"Should I start shoveling now to prevent sticking?"

Lin Guzhou asked Tang Ju with a spatula in his hand, but Tang Ju shook his head blankly.

"How do I know, I haven't cooked it. What do you think you people come to my house for..."

"..."

Lin Guzhou was silent.

The same is true, since no one has tried this kind of thing, it can only be explored a little bit.

Lin Guzhou used a spatula to push the pie in the pan, but it was obviously too big to handle.

And there was indeed a situation that they were all worried about before, that is, the pie would stick to the bottom of the pot because it could not float.

At this time, it is hard to use a spatula to shovel. First, it is not easy to extend the spatula under the pie, and second, it is easy to damage the pie.

Lin Guzhou was already very careful, but in the end this boiled pie was combined with Tang Zhu's cooking pot.

If you want to fish it out, the pie will be broken.

The crowd gathered together, and the atmosphere seemed a little depressing.

"Don't waste anything, I'm going to pour out the water in the pot, and then I'll taste what it tastes like."

Chang Le walked towards the kitchen sink with the cooking pot in both hands, and the others looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a while.

"Brother, maybe it's just grandpa's misremembering, so don't take it to heart."

Lin Chumo's tone was calm, and he spoke to comfort Lin Guzhou.

Although their grandfathers are the same person, but Lin Guzhou is the eldest son and grandson of the Lin family. In addition, his grandfather has patriarchal thoughts, so Lin Guzhou has been liked by his grandfather since he was a child. This is an indisputable fact.

"maybe."

Lin Guzhou replied softly, he felt a little lost, and didn't know what to do for a while.

This kind of ending was originally expected by everyone. If this is the case, why did they still gather together to face the long-expected failure head-on.

When Chang Le came back from the kitchen, he brought the pot with the boiled pie stuck to the bottom of the pot, and a concoction of garlic sauce and vinegar.

"It's all cooked, you have to taste it."

There was a bright smile on Chang Le's face, and the depressed mood of the others became a lot easier because of his carefree performance.

In the following time, Chang Le started eating and broadcasting, and showed everyone the whole process of eating and cooking pies.

He used chopsticks to dig out the boiled pie from the bottom of the pot bit by bit. It was sure to be broken, but he put the part he picked out into a bowl, put the sauce he had prepared before, and then went down in one bite...

"The taste is similar to that of dumplings, but it's not as delicious as dumplings. How should I put it, it feels very watery..."

Chang Le expressed his thoughts. Although others didn't taste it, they could imagine what it tasted like.

"I don't think Grandpa Lin would like to eat this kind of food..."

Chang Le added another sentence, and the expressions of the others looked a little helpless.

Indeed, this kind of thing is really meaningless.

Although the taste was not very good, Chang Le still ate the whole pie. After that, he consciously went to the kitchen to clean the pot, while the others sat at the dining table, not knowing what to do next.

"Let's study it, how to make the boiled pie not bad, and the taste can be slightly better."

As the organizer, Tang Jue took the lead in speaking, and he also expected other people to give their own suggestions.

"How about hanging it up and cooking it? As long as it doesn't touch the bottom of the pot, won't it stick to the pot? It's like a hot pot, but the ingredients have become pies."

Lin Chumo really dared to think, the problem is that this is a way of execution.

Hanging and cooking is of course equally difficult, as the patty will be pulled, which can lead to spoilage.

"If you just don't touch the bottom of the pot, you don't have to hang it up. You just need to make a few pivots on the bottom of the pot so that the pie can be cooked in the water without touching the bottom of the pot."

Lin Guzhou also gave his own supplementary explanation. He basically doesn't know how to cook, and he doesn't know whether the concept of fulcrum he mentioned is feasible.

But now, no matter whether it is feasible or not, since there is an opportunity, we must always try it.

Tang Ju found a few pieces of potatoes and cut them into cubes to use as a fulcrum for the cooking pot.

Then he made another pie, this time when it was put in the pan, the pie was placed on top of the potatoes so that it would not stick to the pan.

After the pie was cooked, Lin Guzhou carefully took the pie out of the pan with a spatula. This time the pie was intact. Although it looked ordinary, at least it seemed to be the case.

"Success?"

Chang Le was delighted, and the others were also inspired by it.

"This should be an out-and-out boiled pie. If this is not counted, then I really can't think of any other way."

Tang Ju spread his hands, he was very satisfied with the result.

"I'll take a boiled pie made like this to my grandpa later and ask him if it tastes like this."

Lin Guzhou had a simple and honest smile on his lips, and Tang Ju responded with the same smile.

"I have a lunch box at home, you just pack it and go."

Things seem to have settled down now, and Tang Ju's mood has improved a lot because of this.

"Let's stay at my house in the evening and cook dumplings together. Anyway, everything is ready-made. I prepared a lot of fillings in advance, enough for all of us to eat."

Tang Zhu suggested with a smile, and everyone readily accepted.

"Hey Changle, why are you eating again..."

"It's okay, brother, I know how to do it anyway, I will make new ones for Lin Guzhou and his grandfather at night, it's not a big problem."

Today is the rest day. After everyone solved the problem, they spent an ordinary but happy afternoon at Tang Ju's house.

As for the content of the event, it is naturally the five black games that are closely related to the number of people present...

The game time passed quickly, and Wu Hei's process was fairly smooth, and he didn't lose.

In the evening, everyone decided to prepare for dinner together and make dumplings together.

Tang Cuo and Chang Le are in charge of rolling out the dough, while others are in charge of wrapping the pork sauerkraut stuffing.

"Qin Zheng, you are from Suzhou and Hangzhou, you should rarely eat dumplings stuffed with pork and sauerkraut there, right?"

Lin Chumo spoke to Qin Zheng who was on the side, and Qin Zheng nodded with a smile.

"That's right, but after I came to Shencheng, I felt that the eating habits here are actually quite to my liking."

"Tsk, we don't know whether the eating habits are to your liking or our handsome brother Zhu is to your liking."

Chang Le interrupted with a smile on the side, and the movement of rolling the dough with his hands was very quick.

Qin Zheng was not angry, she just looked at Chang Le with a smile, and when she spoke to Lin Chumo later, her tone was meaningful.

"Chumo, if you marry Chang Le in the future, remember to abuse him. We will let Tang Jue and Chang Le go to the men's domestic violence shelter as companions."

"..."

Tang Cu rolled the dough in his hands, and when he heard Qin Zheng's words, he shook his head helplessly.

How can you tell outsiders the jokes between lovers, it's really...

"Brother, the dumplings you make are still so different."

Lin Chumo looked at the dumplings made by Lin Guzhou beside him, speaking casually.

The dumplings made by Lin Guzhou were smaller than those made by others, but they looked very firm.

"got used to."

Lin Guzhou replied with a smile, and then put the dumplings wrapped in his hands on the curtain.

It's not the first time Qin Zheng and Tang Jue have made dumplings together. They usually eat dumplings at home, so they are already familiar with the process of making dumplings.

When everyone was making dumplings, Qin Zheng stopped making dumplings, picked up a piece of dough and looked at it.

"Tang Cuo, have you seen Little Sun?"

She asked in a gentle tone to Tang Ju who was rolling out dough with a rolling pin. Tang Ju was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

"No, what is that?"

"That's it, you see."

Qin Zheng picked up a dumpling wrapper and put it in his palm, then put the filling on it, but he didn't wrap it right away.

She picked up another piece of dumpling wrapper and put it on top, then pinched the edge into a wavy shape and then squeezed and flattened it. The final result was the sun dumpling in her palm.

"When I used to make dumplings at home, if there were not enough fillings and some dough was left, my mother would do that."

Qin Zheng showed the sun dumplings in his hands to everyone, and soft smiles appeared on the corners of everyone's mouths.

There was only one person who didn't smile, and that was Lin Guzhou.

He stared blankly at the Sun Dumpling in Qin Zheng's palm, and his thoughts returned to his childhood in a trance.

At that time, when he was still young, when his family was making dumplings, he secretly made a dumpling with dough that was similar to the shape of Qin Zheng's palm.

After cooking, he packed this special dumpling into his own small bowl and gave it to his grandpa to taste.

"Grandpa, this is the dumpling I made, try it."

The young Lin Guzhou had a bright smile on his face, and his grandfather's eyes were full of kindness.

"Oh, why are these dumplings like this?"

"Then it's not dumplings, it's pies. Try my boiled pies, grandpa."

"Okay, okay, my good grandson specially made boiled pie for me, then I must try it."

Only the grandfather and grandson knew about the conversation between the grandfather and grandson in the room.

Lin Guzhou was young at that time, and he could not remember this kind of thing long ago.

But he never thought that his grandfather suffers from Alzheimer's disease, and when his life is about to come to an end, the last thing he wants to eat is the boiled pie that his grandson gave him back then.

He pursed his lips tightly, and the corners of his mouth were bent downwards, unable to speak for a while.

The family fun that Qin Zheng casually brought up just happened to help Lin Guzhou a lot.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and so does life.

Lin Guzhou wrapped his boiled pies at Tang Ju's home, put them in an insulated lunch box after cooking, and hurried to the hospital.

After learning the inside story, everyone was surprised. After all, the characteristic of dementia should be forgetting things. I didn't expect Lin Guzhou's grandfather to remember this matter for so long.

But this is everyone's hard work, this time the boiled pie should be what Grandpa Lin Guzhou wants to eat.

"Let's go to the hospital together and see Grandpa Lin eat it."

At Qin Zheng's suggestion, everyone took two taxis and went to the hospital where Grandpa Lin Guzhou was.

The sun was setting, and the sunset glow fell on the hospital building, covering it with a layer of warm brilliance.

A group of people took the elevator upstairs and went straight to the ward where Grandpa Lin Guzhou was, and saw many people standing outside the ward at this moment.

"Your grandfather... died just a few minutes ago."

Lin Guzhou's father stood at the door of the ward with red eyes. Although he looked sad at the moment, he still had to communicate with the doctors and nurses in the hospital about the follow-up matters.

Lin Guzhou was still holding a small cloth bag, among which was an insulated lunch box filled with boiled pies brought from Tang Cuo's house.

"Go in and see grandpa, don't be afraid, he is your relative after all."

Lin Chumo's mother, Zhang Tingye, was also present at this time. With a solemn face, she spoke to Lin Guzhou and Lin Chumo.

The rest of Tang Cu Qinzheng and Chang Le stood there at a loss, they really didn't come at the right time.

"It's a pity, it would be great if Grandpa Lin could eat the boiled pies made by Lin Guzhou himself."

Chang Le sighed in his mouth, he has a pure character, and he can't see such a sad scene in the world.

"Yes, it would be great if Grandpa Lin could eat the boiled pies made by Lin Guzhou himself."

Qin Zheng repeated Chang Le's words, but her eyes stayed on Tang Ju who was at the side.

Sensing Qin Zheng's gaze, Tang Ju only felt bitterness in his mouth, and he understood Qin Zheng's meaning.

Qin Zheng stood on tiptoe, brought her pink lips to Tang Ju's ear, and whispered to Tang Ju softly.

"Help me, my little master..."

Tang Ju's heart couldn't help trembling from the girl's soft words in his ear.

Who can resist this...

(End of this chapter)