Gourmet food starts from the green leather train chef

Chapter 37 Golden Roujiamo of the Last Century, Stories of the Last Century

The white case is top-notch!
This is Xu Ning's most intuitive evaluation of Zhou Zhou.

As an editor of Lixing Magazine, and a fan of Roujiamo, he is naturally no stranger to Baijimo, the iconic noodle dish in Northwest China.

It is not difficult to make the bun skin crispy, but it is very difficult to make the baiji bun taste rich in layers without making people feel dry and hard.

This reminded him of the high-gluten steamed buns he used to eat when he was a child. At that time, his father was busy with work and didn’t have much time to prepare breakfast for him, so he would buy high-gluten steamed buns and cook them with a pot of simple egg and vegetable soup. For his breakfast, his favorite is to tear the high-gluten steamed buns layer by layer, and then soak them in vegetable soup to eat.

Even if the vegetable soup is drunk to the end, the torn high-gluten steamed buns are still not sticky, and the more they chew, the more fragrant they become.

Later, Xu Ning went to look for it several times, but he couldn't find the owner who sold the steamed buns again. The chewy and sweet high-gluten steamed buns of the past are no longer available.

Zhouzhou's Baijimo evokes his childhood memories. Although the method of making Baijimo is different from the high-gluten steamed buns he remembers, the layered taste is not bad at all.

When the Baiji bun has such rich layers, the marinated meat in cured sauce is set off to be softer, fatter and more fragrant. The wonderful combination of one soft and one hard is faintly in line with the relationship between heaven and earth, and then take a bite of the deliciousness oozing from the cracks of the bun. Gravy has become the greatest enjoyment in this world.

So when eating Roujiamo, you can't be as gentle as Su Rou, you have to eat while sucking, and you have to make the sound of "ziliuziliu", which is the greatest respect for this delicacy.

There were quite a few Northwest passengers on the train, and all of them were experts in eating Roujiamo, so this noise was heard in every carriage. Not only did the passengers from other places not get bored, but they learned to eat Roujiamo from the Northwesterners. The most authentic method of bun.
When the sound became loud enough, it became a brainwashing magic sound. Su Rou, who was enjoying the delicious food, listened to it for a while, then looked down at the Roujiamo in her hand, and opened her small mouth to suck it. The luscious gravy in the steamed bun crevice.

"So you can still eat like this, Maggie, it's quite interesting."

Lu Meiqi gave her a blank look and didn't say a word, she thought that I had eaten up all the roujiamo, you tell me this?
In the depths of a certain carriage, Yuanyuan had unceremoniously snatched her boyfriend's Roujiamo, but it was not because of her greediness, but because of an old woman sitting opposite her.

The old lady on the opposite side was wearing a traditional Tibetan costume, with soft cooked sheepskin inlaid on the shoulders, but the clothes were very old, with more than one layer of patches on the cuffs and elbows.

Yuanyuan's eyes were wet, she saw a piece of blue sky in the eyes of the old grandma, and also saw the vertical and horizontal mountains and rivers and ravines on the face of the old grandma; what a face that has gone through vicissitudes, but despite the passage of time, the old grandma But still has a pair of eyes that only children can have.

Yuanyuan remembered that when she was eating Roujiamo, the old lady glanced at her quietly, then lowered her head in embarrassment, and took out a ball of dried tsampa from the bag on her shoulder. Nibbling slowly.

The old man probably doesn't have a few teeth anymore, so she can't eat such hard tsampa directly, so she can only slowly moisten it with saliva and grind it gently in her mouth.But I still couldn't help but look at the Roujiamo in her hand a few times. Every time Yuanyuan found out, the old lady would quickly look away like a thief.

"Grandma, our Roujiamo is sold too much, shall I give this to you?"

Yuanyuan doesn't think the old lady is a glutton, maybe it's the first time the old man sees Roujiamo and has no money to buy it?She thought that she should treat the old man like her grandma, and invite the old man to taste Chef Zhou's cooking skills.

"The Roujiamo is delicious. It's Chef Zhou's handicraft. Don't be too polite, grandma."

"Thank you for your kind girl. A kind-hearted person like you will definitely be blessed by the auspicious Heavenly Mother."

Maybe it was because Yuanyuan saw through her thoughts, the old lady smiled shyly.

"How can grandma eat a child's food.
On the plateau, sometimes food is life.

Remember grandma's words, kind child, don't give your food to others easily. "

Yuanyuan was stunned and said: "Grandma, it's only a dozen yuan, don't worry about it, just eat."

"Thank you for your kind child. Grandma still doesn't want to eat it. Grandma just wants to ask you, does Baiji bun make you feel rich and layered?"

"Yes! So grandma, have you ever eaten?"

Yuanyuan's eyes widened, it seemed that she was wrong.

The old lady may be reluctant to buy a Roujiamo because she has no money, but it is not because she has never eaten it.

"The cured meat in the steamed bun should be four parts fat and six parts lean. The aroma of the gravy and the wheat noodles blends well. The Baiji bun can completely absorb the fatty part. The gravy also absorbs the sweetness of the wheat noodles. ?"

"Yes, grandma, you are a gourmet!"

Yuanyuan looked at the grandma in front of her in surprise, she ate too fast just now, she knew it was delicious, she didn't think about it at all, now the aftertaste is really like what the grandma said.

"That's right, this is the Roujiamo I've been looking for."

The old grandma looked again at the Baiji buns with circles of evenly burnt yellow skin, and the golden-red marinated pork with cured sauce that slightly exposed the seams of the buns, her face was full of joy and regret.

"Grandma. You said just now that this is the 'roujiamo' you've been looking for?"

He had just finished his busy dinner, and because of the strong demands of the passengers, Zhou Zhou had to go to each car to accept the face-to-face compliments from these delicious passengers; In this carriage, I heard the conversation between Yuanyuan and the grandmother.

"Wow, it's Chef Zhou!

Granny, this is Chef Zhouzhou! "

Zhou Zhou approached the old Tibetan grandma and asked, "Grandma, if I guessed correctly, there must be some story behind this Roujiamo, right?

Can you tell me why you are looking for it? "

"Young man, you are the chef who made this kind of Roujiamo, right? You remind grandma of many years ago."

As the old lady slowly narrated, Zhouzhou, Yuanyuan and the nearby passengers gradually became silent, and the eyes of some girls gradually turned red, and tears began to roll.

In the mid-50s, a Han boy who came to the Dizhi border of Tibet met a Tibetan girl named Dama by the beautiful Namtso Lake.

The lake in Namtso is very cold, and the wind is also strong. In winter, the cold here can freeze cattle and sheep to death; for the Han guy from Chang'an, this is definitely not a suitable place for him to live.

But here is Dama, he can always see the cleanest world in Dama's eyes.
They are in love.

When the educated youth returned to the city, the Han boy’s parents sternly said that if he refused to return to the city because of a Tibetan girl, he would never come back again.

It was a winter, and the Han boy knelt beside the cold and windy Namtso Lake, facing the east all night.It was Dama who warmed him with his own chest for two days and two nights before saving his sweetheart.

Since that day, the Han boy has never left Namtso, because there is his most beloved girl here.

Granny's eyes gradually became moist: "His surname is Ma, and his ancestors have been the best Roujiamo chefs in Chang'an City for generations. I know that he actually wants to go home, and he misses the Roujiamo made by his father even more.

Now that he is sick, his only wish is to be able to eat the kind of Roujiamo made by his father again, and he told me that the kind of Roujiamo just out of the pan will shine.”

Zhou Zhou nodded: "Grandma, if I guessed correctly, you went to Chang'an?"

"Going, I want to find his family and ask them to teach me how to make Roujiamo, so that I can fulfill his last wish and let him eat Roujiamo just out of the pan."

Suddenly a blush rose on the old grandmother's old face, as if she had turned back into the beautiful and passionate Tibetan girl back then.

"He stayed in Namtso for me all his life, and that's all I can do for him.

But I can no longer find his family members, and other Roujiamo masters are unwilling to teach me. "

Governor Zhou took a breath: "Grandma, I have always had a wish to visit the beautiful Namtso.

After the train arrives in Tibet, I will have a few days to rest. I just wonder if you will welcome me? "

As soon as the voice fell, the system interface suddenly appeared in front of my eyes...

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