Strategy to develop champions

Chapter 32

Zhao Caifeng thought for a while, this thing was called pound rice in their world, but since it doesn't exist here, it can naturally be called another name, so she asked Carpenter Qian, "Uncle Qian, what do you call this thing? But I can't figure it out."

"Why do I think that, I have to let the person who drew this thing talk about it, why don't we ask Song Xiucai?"

"No need, he's reading at the moment, and he's still waiting to take the No. [-] Scholar exam. Let's figure out such a trivial matter."

Carpenter Qian thought it made sense, so he frowned and thought for a while, "Why don't we just call it Zhuangyuan Chung? What do you think?"

When Zhao Caifeng heard this, she burst out laughing, thought for a while, and said, "Brother Song hasn't won the first prize yet, we can't say that, why don't we call Xiucai Chung first, and if one day, Brother Song really wins the first prize?" It can be named on the gold list, and it will be fine to change the name of this thing."

"Xiucai Chung, sounds good?" Carpenter Qian only nodded his head and said, "Okay, then Xiucai Chung, so I can talk about it when I go to talk about it."

Carpenter Qian spent a whole afternoon finishing the scholar's pound, and before Mrs. Yang came back, Zhao Caifeng left before saying goodbye.Zhao Caifeng originally wanted to invite Carpenter Qian to stay for a light meal, but thinking about the lack of decent food at home, it was fine.

At noon, Zhao Caifeng used the wheat flour pounded by a scholar, mixed some flour bought in the town, kneaded a dough by herself, and covered it with a quilt to ferment.Zhao Caifeng only became a little bit more hands-on after watching Yang's pastry making a few times.She originally planned to make noodles for her family, but later found that it would be better not to make Hanamaki. There were not many noodles left, and each person would eat up the dough. If she made Hanamaki, at least she would have dinner.

Zhao Caifeng asked Zhao Wu to go outside to cut some vegetables and come back, washed them with clean water, chopped them and sprinkled them with salt, then spread out the dough, spread the salted vegetable leaves on the dough, and rolled them layer by layer. Rise up and cut into small pieces.At this time, Zhao Wen's water had boiled, and Zhao Caifeng put the steamer inside, and began to steam it.

Although Zhao Caifeng did not learn cooking skills in her previous life, fortunately she is a foodie and has a lot of research on food. However, ancient ingredients are scarce, so it is indeed difficult to make some delicious food.

Zhao Caifeng was still thinking, when the family has a surplus of eggs, she will make egg-filled pancakes with her own hands. That kind of delicacy is considered cheap in modern times, but in ancient times, she has never even smelled it. ...In addition to egg-filled pancakes, there are also pancakes, fruits, and miscellaneous grain pancakes... Zhao Caifeng was so hungry that her chest was stuck to her back when she thought of this. .

When Zhao Wu saw Zhao Caifeng's wound, he was shocked, and hurriedly shouted outside: "Grandma Chen, do you have a clean cloth at home? My sister's finger is injured."

Zhao Caifeng didn't take these minor wounds to heart at all, she only kissed with her lips, and felt that it was all right.Fortunately, the kitchen knife was commonly used by Zhao's family, and there was no rust on it. Otherwise, if there was a tetanus or something, Zhao Caifeng felt that she might be able to return to modern times.

Zhao Caifeng cocked her fingers and put the remaining flower rolls into the steamer, and told Zhao Wu to light up the fire well, and went outside to find a clean cloth to wrap it up.At this moment, the blood started to flow out again, and when Zhao Caifeng came out, she saw Zhao Wu and Song Mingxuan heading towards the backyard of their house.

Zhao Caifeng raised a bleeding finger, saw Song Mingxuan's anxious eyes, then glanced at Zhao Wu, and said, "Xiao Wu, Brother Song is reading a book, why are you bothering him when you have nothing to do?"

"I asked Grandma Chen to borrow a piece of clean cloth. Brother Song asked for it himself."

How did Song Mingxuan know that this future uncle would talk about himself so mercilessly, his face turned half red immediately, he hesitated and said: "That... yes, my grandma asked me to come and take a look, are you okay?"

"It's okay!" Zhao Caifeng shook her bleeding finger.

Song Mingxuan saw that her fingers were moving fairly nimbly, so he knew that she didn't hurt her muscles or bones, but with so much blood, a child would definitely be scared, so he took a clean handkerchief in his hand, and said: "Sit down and let me bandage you up."

There were several wooden blocks in the backyard of the Zhao family, where Mrs. Yang usually sat when she was working in the backyard, so Zhao Caifeng sat down on the wooden blocks, reached out and took the handkerchief from Song Mingxuan's hand, "I'll pack it myself. "

Song Mingxuan was embarrassed for a while, and also embarrassed to be abrupt, so he let Zhao Caifeng go.But Zhao Caifeng regretted it after saying this. She hurt her fingers, not other places. If she wanted to bandage the wound with one hand, she would have to open her mouth and bite the handkerchief with her teeth. Just imagine this action. How rough it is.

Zhao Caifeng thought for a while, then raised her head and looked at Zhao Wu who was standing aside: "Xiao Wu, come over and help me bandage."

At this moment, Zhao Caidie, who had been sleeping soundly in the room, suddenly started crying...

(End of this chapter)