Ten years as a substitute!Now that she leaves, she regrets it too much

Chapter 814 Making Dumplings and Watching the Spring Festival Gala
Faced with this difficult problem, Lao Zhang couldn't help but scratch his head.

"Do you have anything to recommend?"

"No."

Jiang An shook his head helplessly. Dumplings are made of everything. You can make them whatever you want, but I don't know how to make them delicious, and everyone's tastes are different.

For example, what Jiang An likes is the kind of northern dumplings with thin skin and large fillings, and then mixed with meat and vegetables.

Lao Zhang, on the other hand, prefers dumplings made of fish, especially those made from East China Sea large yellow croaker minced and mixed with dots of chive leaves. In his words, he likes the deliciousness when he bites into them.

"It's hard to reconcile everyone's opinions." Lao Zhang said calmly, but he was also thinking about it in his mind.

"Otherwise, let's make northern dumplings."

After a while, Zhang Zhejie had the answer: "We happen to be in the north. Isn't it good to be in the north and eat northern food?"

"But are you used to it?"

Jiang An was a little worried: "The most famous thing in the north is pickled cabbage dumplings. Add a little fat and lean meat into it, and then mix it with chopped green onion and so on. After it's cooked, pick it up. There's a little light yellow inside the dough. How about it being sour when you bite it? ?”

"You're going a little too far."

Zhang Zhejie glanced at him and said, "With such a detailed introduction, are you deliberately trying to tantalize me?"

After saying this, he couldn't help but touch his shriveled belly, "We have both been busy all morning. If we don't have to worry about what to eat in the evening, let's finish this meal first."

"How about we cook some porridge or scrambled eggs for this meal?" Jiang An wanted to deal with the two girls before they woke up.

But Lao Zhang strongly objected: "I am your brother too, how could you do this to me?"

"Be prepared to eat more tonight. If you are too full after lunch, I'm worried that you won't be able to eat at night."

Jiang An felt that this reason was lame, and it would definitely not be recognized by Lao Zhang. "I don't care, otherwise if you find it troublesome, how about we order takeout?"

"forget it."

Jiang An had a headache when he thought of those takeaways. He couldn't even change the pattern after eating them for so long: "Oh, I remembered."

Suddenly, Jiang An realized that he had overlooked something, which was the rice cake he had made in advance.

This thing can be eaten in many ways. It can be eaten as a snack, as a staple food, or even as a dish on its own in some cases.

"Wait for me for a while. I'll cut some rice cakes and fry them in a pan. Let's eat crispy rice cakes."

Lao Zhang approved of this proposal with both hands. Although he had never eaten crispy rice cakes before, he often checked his mobile phone and he had seen it in the media.

"Can you make that rice cake the same as in the video?" Lao Zhang said and gestured: "The outer skin is burnt and crispy, and then it can be drawn."

"I can't guarantee this."

Jiang An put down the tea cup and thought about it for a moment: "None of the rice cakes made in the video have fillings. I'm worried that if these rice cakes with fillings are fried, they will be crispy but not stringy."

"It's okay, you can do it, let's try it."

Human beings simply cannot refuse carbohydrates.

The two hit it off immediately, and within five minutes of Jiang An rushing into the kitchen, a plate of crispy fried rice cakes was ready.

Lao Zhang had been following him just now. In fact, when the rice cakes were being put into the pot, as soon as Maillard's reaction came out, he was deeply attracted by the burnt smell.

"I'll go, brother, good job."

Zhang Zhejie scratched the rice cakes with his chopsticks, and could clearly hear the clattering sound: "Now I kind of want you to go out and sell rice cakes. How much money can the company make?"

"Go away, if you want to eat it, it will be delicious."

Jiang An glanced at him. , but I felt that the fumes in the kitchen were a bit heavy: "Please help me turn on the fresh air."

"no problem."

Lao Zhang promised happily, but his body was very honest. He picked up a large piece of rice cake and held it in his mouth. The crispy texture after biting it made him unable to put it down.

"Hey, why are you here?" Lao Zhang turned on the fresh air system and happened to meet two greedy cats.

Lin Xixi said with a smile, "Didn't you smell it upstairs? It's so fragrant. What delicious food did you make?"

"You can smell it from upstairs?" Jiang An turned around strangely: "Isn't it because I made a bunch of cigarettes?"

"No no."

Lin Xixi waved her hands hurriedly, "Teacher Jiang, didn't you open the kitchen window? I just opened the window to ventilate and smelled it."

Then Lao Zhang looked at Ruojia: "Leader, did you smell this too?"

"Hehe." Ruojia didn't say anything, just smiled.

Now that everyone is up, what else can Jiang An do?
The rice cakes originally prepared were only enough for two people. Now he quickly turned on the fire and fried another plate: "Come on, eat it while it's hot, otherwise the taste will be a little bit worse." The two girls had just finished the first plate of rice cakes. It was all gone, and now I saw the freshly fried ones. Even though I wasn't hungry, I still couldn't help but feel greedy, so I took a piece each.

After everyone had finished eating, Jiang An discussed the dumplings with them again. As soon as they heard this, Lin Xixi and Ruojia ran away from the battlefield hand in hand.

The two of them claimed that they were going to take a beauty sleep, but how could Jiang An not understand their intention of escaping from work?
"You two, remember, if you give up the opportunity now, you will really have no choice in the evening." Jiang An reminded.

"It doesn't matter, Teacher Zhang, you can do whatever you want."

Lin Xixi poked her little head out from the stairs, "But I believe you will make it taste the way we like it."

That's it?

Jiang An spread his hands helplessly, and then looked at Lao Zhang, "It seems that we can only do the work today together."

"No problem, tell me how many dumplings you want me to eat."

Zhang Zhejie patted his belly and said, "I guess thirty or forty won't be a problem."

"I want you to make dumplings for me, okay?" Jiang An sighed helplessly, but Lao Zhang firmly stated that he could only eat them but not make them.

But he also had something to say, "If you don't mind eating meatballs in soup tonight, that's no problem."

forget it!
Jiang An shook his head. Jiang An knew something about his craftsmanship.

But you can’t wrap the dumplings, you can always chop the fillings, right?

"Don't we have a grinder at home?" Lao Zhang's eyes widened, with rejection written all over his face: "If not, I will buy one now."

"That won't work."

Jiang An decisively rejected him. Of course, this was not deliberately making things difficult.

The dumpling fillings chopped by hand taste different from those made by machines, and the texture is much worse.

"OK then."

Although he was not very willing, Zhang Zhejie did not refuse this time: "Brother, I have a deal with you. It's okay to make dumpling fillings, but we have to control the amount."

Lao Zhang, who had just claimed that he could eat thirty or forty dumplings, now cut off half of them: "I have more than ten or twenty dumplings, which is enough."

"In your dreams,"

His little thoughts cannot be hidden from Jiang An: "Let me tell you, I have to make a lot of dumplings today. In addition to the first, fifth and third day of the Lunar New Year tonight, I will eat dumplings."

"Did I drop your pile of dumplings?"

Lao Zhang looked at him in disbelief, "Don't you think we can eat anything else during the Chinese New Year in the north?"

"Didn't you say you want to celebrate the New Year according to northern customs? Then let's eat dumplings."

"Fine……"

Although he was helpless, Lao Zhang had nothing to say.

"Then let's get busy."

Jiang An said, finding the pork and the required side dishes from the refrigerator.

The two people had a clear division of labor. Zhang Zhejie was responsible for chopping the meat, while Jiang An was responsible for chopping the sauerkraut and two other different side dishes.

They are going to pack three kinds of fillings.

An said, "I'll eat sauerkraut, and then make one stuffed with chives. I'll also make a flavor that's common in the Magic City."

Green vegetable dumplings are a special delicacy in Shanghai.

It is loved by everyone locally, and Jiang'an will make a high-end version this time, adding sea cucumber, scallops and other seafood to the filling.

The two of them worked hard for a long time. In the afternoon, Jiang An took the time to cook a sumptuous seafood New Year's Eve dinner, and everything was ready.

Everyone sat down to eat and had a good drink together, changing glasses.

Because everyone's habits are different, Jiang An arranged the New Year's Eve dinner at around three o'clock in the afternoon. After they had finished eating and drinking, they didn't have to wash the dishes on New Year's Eve.

Taking advantage of this free time, I went back to the room and slept.

After it got dark, Jiang An called everyone up, and the four of them enjoyed this year's Spring Festival Gala in the living room.

Although many people on the Internet say they will never watch the Spring Festival Gala again, when the day comes, with the atmosphere, if there is no Spring Festival Gala, I always feel that this year is missing some flavor.

“Some of the quality of this year’s Spring Festival Gala programs are improving, while others are difficult to comment on.”

Zhang Zhe yawned as he spoke, "Lao Jiang, can we eat dumplings now?"

(End of this chapter)