passionate youth

Chapter 19 Classmate Chen Xiuzhen

Send Jiang Haihai away.

Jiang Pingan took one male and two females from the space, and put the three small chickens in the pen in the ear room.

I also got some broken grass for them to eat. Where there is room for grass, they will know that this is their nest and will not run around.

After being settled, Jiang Ping'an returned to the room, and with a flicker of figure, he brought Hei Zi into the space.

I have nothing to do, so I can make more delicious food today, and then put it in the storage space and take it at any time.

In the future, in my own kitchen, at most, I will cook a meal every day as a cover.

In his previous life, Jiang Ping'an was a glutton. He had eaten and cooked many dishes from all over the world, and his cooking skills were very good.

Light a fire to boil water, and steam the steamed buns first.

With space and time acceleration, the fermentation time can be greatly shortened.

The steamed buns made after long-term fermentation in space are big and white, soft and delicious, with a mellow wheat aroma and unpretentiousness.

It tastes soft and delicious, but also very porcelain, and the taste is completely different from that of baking powder steamed buns.

Compared with ordinary steamed buns, Laomian steamed buns are more chewy and chewy.

Because of the different fermentation medium, it will have a special aroma when chewed.

The steamed buns made with baking powder have more pores in the tissue and are more fluffy and elastic.

The old-faced steamed buns have a denser and neater structure, and can be uncovered in whole layers or strips.

Steaming steamed buns just out of the pan, with a tangy wheat aroma, delicate texture, mellow and delicious.

Jiang Pingan ate while cooking, with a happy face: "Finally, I can eat steamed buns, it's not easy!"

There was enough flour, and Jiang Ping'an made [-] steamed buns, each weighing about two or two.

Five hundred seems like a lot, but Jiang Pingan can eat more than a dozen in one meal, and five hundred won't last long.

The household steamer is not big, and all [-] steamed buns are out of the pot, and it is already dark outside.

Then began to steam the buns. Jiang Ping'an liked to eat buns. He made [-] buns each with cabbage stuffing and fresh meat stuffing.

After all the steamed buns were out of the pot, they steamed the steamed buns again. This one doesn't need to be steamed too much, Jiang Ping'an only made a hundred.

Originally, I wanted to make some dumplings and wontons, but I didn’t have enough time, so I will take time to make them slowly in the future.

Then I started to cook the meat, because many seasonings were lacking, so I only made simple ones.

I thought about it.

Jiang Pingan fried a pot of twice-cooked pork, shredded pork with green peppers, nine-turn large intestine, fried pork with green onions, stir-fried kidneys and garlic pork ribs.

They also stewed a large pot of stewed pork vermicelli, radish pork soup and potato stewed pork ribs.

In the storage space, transparent bubbles appeared one after another.

Divide various dishes into categories, wrap soup and water and store them for easy access.

In the end, Jiang Ping'an made a few more vegetables.

For example, shredded potatoes, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, cold cucumbers, crispy fried pumpkin shreds, stir-fried cowpeas, scrambled eggs with leeks, dry-stir-fried green beans and Chinese cabbage fried vermicelli.

The firewood-fried dishes were really fragrant, and Jiang Pingan ate them while cooking, and the sunspots followed suit.

After frying the last pot of vegetables, transfer them to the storage space. Jiang Ping'an and Heizi's stomachs are round after eating, and they don't want to move.

"Aww..." Heizi was so stuffed, he lay at Jiang Ping'an's feet and hummed, fidgeting.

"Haha, you bastard, I told you not to be greedy, but you didn't believe me, now you know what's good or bad?" Jiang Ping'an laughed.

Heizi wagged his tail lazily, his eyes aggrieved.

When I get anxious, I chase and bite my own tail and circle around, but I can't chase my own tail.

Jiang Pingan laughed, and after resting for a while, the water in the pot boiled.

So I took a comfortable bath, changed my clothes, and got rid of the smell of oily smoke all over my body.

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The next day.

It was dawn, and Jiang Ping'an woke up.

Pushing open the door of the house, all eyes are covered with thick snow, and the world has become an ink painting.

After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he ate a dozen fresh meat buns and drank a large bowl of bone soup. Jiang Ping'an felt comfortable all over his body.

After eating and drinking enough, he sat and rested for a while, smoked a cigarette, Jiang Pingan got up to tidy up, and went out with sunspots.

After leaving the village and on the main road, Jiang Pingan put Heizi down and let him run after him.

The world was bleak, and the road was covered with thick snow. Jiang Ping'an walked forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The breath that came out of his mouth instantly turned into a white mist.

Heizi flopped on the snow, having a great time playing, and soon his body was emitting a white gas that was visible to the naked eye.

When passing by the backside, Jiang Ping'an took a bottle of loose wine and a pack of economy brand cigarettes from the space.

Today I went to find Chen Zezhong, the head of the production team of Shangshui Village, in private. I can't come to the door empty-handed when I ask for help.

There is nothing too good to come out in this year, a bottle of loose wine and a cigarette are just right.

After walking for three or four ten minutes, Jiang Ping'an arrived at the No. 10 Production Team of Shuicun Village.

In heavy snow days, like the tenth production team, the first production team also stayed at home, and few people could be seen outside.

Jiang Ping'an went straight to the door of Chen Zezhong's house at the east end of the village.

His house is a row of five mud-brick and gray-tiled houses, surrounded by a mud-brick thatched-roof courtyard wall in front of the house, which looks simple and natural.

The wooden door on the courtyard wall was wide open. Jiang Pingan stood by the door, stretched his head to look in, and asked loudly, "Is Uncle Chen at home?"

As soon as the words were finished, a handsome woman in her 20s and wearing a black padded jacket came out of the kitchen.

The man came under the eaves, looked towards the door, looked at Jiang Pingan a few times, and suddenly asked in surprise, "Are you Jiang Pingan?"

"Hey, isn't it! Old classmate, long time no see, don't you come here?" Jiang Pingan laughed.

This woman is called Chen Xiuzhen, with a melon-shaped face, exquisite features, slender figure, and elegant temperament.

In the same year as Jiang Ping'an, they were classmates in elementary school and junior high school.

However, after Chen Xiuzhen graduated from junior high school, she went to the city to study in high school.

Later, he stayed in the city to work. Few came back these years, and the original owner has never seen him.

The Eighteenth Change of the Women's University, if I didn't come to Chen Zezhong's house today.

Even if Jiang Pingan had the memory of the original owner, he still couldn't recognize Chen Xiuzhen.

"I almost didn't recognize it!" Chen Xiuzhen covered her mouth and smiled, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet her, saying enthusiastically:

"Don't stand at the door, sit in the room and drink hot tea to warm up your body."

"Huh? Is that puppy at your feet yours? It's so chubby and cute!"

While talking, one person came out from the main room and the kitchen.

It was Chen Xiuzhen's father, Chen Zezhong, the captain of the production brigade of Shangshui Village, who came out of the main room.

Coming out of the kitchen was Chen Xiuzhen's mother, Jiang Xiaofang.

Chen Zezhong is more than 50 years old, wearing a military coat, with half-white hair, regular facial features, majestic temperament, and piercing eyes.

He has been on the battlefield.

Although he never went to the front line to kill the enemy, but only helped transport supplies in the rear, he also experienced the baptism of war.

There are many cadres who have been on the battlefield these days, and they all have a more hard-line style.

Chen Zezhong has no sons, only five daughters, all married, and Chen Xiuzhen is the fourth daughter.

Seeing that Jiang Ping'an came to the door, Chen Zezhong showed a gentle smile on his serious face:

"Is it safe? Come and sit in the house."

Jiang Xiaofang also stepped forward and said kindly:
"I heard that there is a handsome young man named Jiang Ping'an in the tenth team. Seeing him today, the rumors are true!"

"Aunt Jiang praised me. It's the folks who love me. They only say I'm good, not bad." Jiang Pingan said with a smile.

"Actually, I still have many shortcomings, and I need someone to point out and work hard to correct them. No, I'm here to ask Uncle Chen for advice."

As he spoke, he handed over the cigarettes and alcohol: "It's nothing good, but it's also my wish. Don't be disgusted by Aunt Chen Shujiang."

"Hey, come as soon as you come, what do you bring? Don't be so polite in the future." Jiang Xiaofang took the things and said cheerfully.

"Ping'an will sit in the house with you, Uncle Chen, and stay for lunch at noon. Don't rush to leave!"

Chen Xiuzhen picked up Heizi, not afraid of getting dirty, and said with a smile:
"This puppy is cute, I'll play with it for a while, you go talk to Dad first!"

Jiang Pingan nodded with a smile, smiled at Chen Xiuzhen, and followed Chen Zezhong to the living room.

(End of this chapter)