1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 49 hug your thighs

The so-called toufu dumplings and Erfu noodles, the summer noodles of the northerners are a very ceremonial food.Midsummer is the season for spring wheat harvesting, and only at this time can people eat fresh wheat-milled noodles full of wheat fragrance.

Taking Yanjing people as an example, noodles with sesame paste are indispensable.

Father Shi finished kneading the noodles and covered the kneading noodles. The noodles had to be awake for an hour or so before they could be used. Taking advantage of this time, he went to make another cold dish.

Shi Lan came back from buying sesame paste outside, and Lin Weimin watched her dig into the sesame paste with her fingers while everyone was not paying attention, and then stuffed it into her mouth secretly, with a satisfied expression on her face.

For children of this age, sesame paste is a rare delicacy.

When the dough was ready, Father Shi kneaded the dough for a while, and then kneaded it into small doughs of moderate size.

He first used a rolling pin to evenly roll the rested dough into a large cake on a board sprinkled with dry flour, and then used a small cloth bag to put starch on the cake and dust it thinly.

Then roll this large dough cake loosely on the rolling pin layer by layer, gently press the rolling pin with both hands, and stroke both ends rhythmically while rolling.The more you roll the dough, the thinner it will be, and the more you roll it, the more layers there will be.

After a while, the whole thin roll was neatly folded into a wide strip about three feet long and three inches wide.Then use a knife to cut horizontally into thin strands, and then dust the flour on it, and the noodles will be cut.

While Father Shi was busy, Lin Weimin was not idle, and offered to help Xie Sesame Sauce.

The sesame paste just bought does not taste good when eaten directly, it will be bitter and astringent.

He scooped a few spoonfuls of sesame paste into the bowl, added a spoonful of salt, and gradually added cold boiled water while stirring evenly with chopsticks.

After 2 minutes, I saw that the sesame paste was slowly fully blended with the water, and the color also changed, from the chocolate-colored thick sesame paste when I bought it to a brownish-yellow slurry.

Lin Weimin tried it with chopsticks, but he couldn't see the sauce when he picked it up, so he thought it was done.

"Uncle, the sesame sauce is ready."

Hearing his words, Father Shi put the noodles into the pot.

At this time, Father Shi began to prepare small ingredients again.

The green onion and soy sauce in the small ingredients are essential seasonings.Pour soy sauce in a bowl and sprinkle some chopped green onions.Then deep-fry the peppercorn oil, fry slowly over low heat, watching the peppercorns burnt and the oil smoke green. Shifu poured the hot oil with burnt peppercorns on the chopped green onion and soy sauce in a small bowl, and the aroma was delicious. It will float out immediately.

After taking out the noodles, Shi Lan had already connected the cold water from the well outside, and put the noodles through the cold water twice.

"Eat." Father Shi said.

Shi Lan served Shi Tiesheng a bowl of noodles, Lin Weimin was not polite, and filled a bowl full for himself, poured sesame paste and small ingredients into the bowl, stirred it with chopsticks for a long time, and then took a mouthful.

"Sweet! Uncle's craftsmanship, nothing to say!"

Father Shi was making noodles, and when he heard his praise, he showed a shy smile.

Shi Tiesheng said: "It's really enjoyable to eat such a mouthful during the dog days!"

All of a sudden, there was a lot of "bald" eating noodles in Shi's house, and a big pot of noodles was eaten up in a short time.

Father Shi was afraid that Lin Weimin would not be full, so he wanted to order some more noodles, but Lin Weimin hurriedly stopped him.

"Uncle, I'm full. I'm really full. If I eat any more, I'll be so full."

"It's good to be full."

After having a full meal at Shi Tiesheng's house, Lin Weimin returned to the Literature Research Institute in the afternoon and was stopped by Xiao Lin, who was on duty today.

"Wan Fang came to see you in the morning and said that Mr. Wan came back from a visit abroad and asked you to have time to sit at home."

Kobayashi handed over a note with Mr. Wan's address on it.

Lin Weimin was happy, this thigh could be hugged.

Originally thinking of resting for half a day in the afternoon, Lin Weimin didn't even go back to his house when he came back to work, so he rode his bicycle and went straight to Wangfujing.

After shopping around, Lin Weimin was quite entangled in his heart, not knowing what gift to buy for a visit.

After thinking about it, the elderly are of high rank. In this era, they belong to the group of people who are not short of money, and the treatment is not bad. No matter how expensive things are, they are just ordinary in the eyes of others. It is better to buy some gifts honestly and visit the door.

After buying the gifts, Lin Weimin looked for them according to the address on the note Wan Fang left.

In the south of Fuxingmenwai Street, there are rare high-rise residential buildings in this era near Muxidi. The building numbers are Muxidi Building 22 and Building 24. In the mouths of ordinary people, these two buildings are called "Shangshu Building".

As the name suggests, the people living there are all Shangshu-level existences, and Mr. Wan moved in last year.

Lin Weimin followed the house number to find the door of Mr. Wan's house, and knocked on the door.

The door was opened by an old lady with white hair, this is his current wife Li Yuru.

Seeing Lin Weimin, a strange young man, the old lady was not surprised, but asked, "Are you Lin Weimin?"

"Hi, I'm Lin Weimin."

"come in."

Lin Weimin entered the house. The area of ​​the house is large, and the furnishings in the room are very simple. In the living room, apart from the sofa and the coffee table, there are books all over the wall. There is no other decoration, except for a painting on the wall facing the sofa. , the painting seems to be a red plum, Lin Weimin glanced at the signature of the painting, it is "Guan Shanyue".

"He's in the study." Li Yuru led Lin Weimin to the door of the study, knocked on the door, and signaled Lin Weimin to go in.

Lin Weimin was inexplicably nervous, and pushed open the door, only to see Mr. Wan looking up at him.

"Hello sir!" Lin Weimin bowed politely.

A smile appeared on Mr. Wan's face, and he joked, "It's not the first time we've met, this is not your style!"

Lin Weimin laughed awkwardly, and the old man smiled kindly, "Sit down."

Lin Weimin sat across from Mr. Wan. He was a little restrained from the previous few meetings, mainly because his status was different now.

"Your Literature Research Institute arranged for me to be your tutor. I really don't know what I can teach you."

"It's enough to benefit me a lot from being by your side."

"This flattery is not bad, it can be seen that he has some literary skills."

A joke made by the old man made Lin Weimin smile, and the tension in his heart also disintegrated.

"It's all from my heart."

Mr. Wan quickly waved his hand, "Okay, don't be poor. I let you come to the door today to recognize the door. I will come and sit down when I have time. I really don't know what I can teach you. As you said, I can't help you Well, what you can learn depends on your ability."

"Okay, teacher, I will study hard with you." Lin Weimin called out.

Mr. Wan pointed at him with a wry smile, "You, you really climbed smoothly."

(End of this chapter)