The card draw is not ruthless, and the gate of the house is unstable

Chapter 13 Making Pasta

Seeing Li Yunfeng's leaving back, Xie Qingyu had a flash of inspiration.

Isn't there a stone mortar in this era, and it is used to make dim sum.

Although the stone mortar is slower, it can also grind wheat into flour.

Thinking like this, Xie Qingyu called Bai Zhi, "Bai Zhi, there is a cloth with a lot of gaps in our yard."

"Miss is talking about the screen window?" Bai Zhi asked with her head tilted.

Screens?

"Bring it to me and see."

"Miss, if you look up at the window, you will know." Lu Zhu snickered beside her.

amount……

Ignoring Green Bamboo's joke, Xie Qingyu came to the window, and saw that the screens on the window were neat and tidy, with small gaps one after another.

Will it be too dense?
"Bai Zhi, go to those new window screens, find a wider piece of bamboo, form a circle, and then sew the screen window on." Although it's a little tight, try it first.

Bai Zhi asked suspiciously: "Miss, what are you doing?"

"Oh, you do it first, and bring it to the kitchen when it's done."

Xie Qingyu waved his hand, then called Luzhu, and the two walked towards the kitchen.

"Ms. An, where is the stone mortar for making dim sum in our house? Find it quickly, and bring some wheat seeds."

As soon as Xie Qingyu entered the kitchen, he said to the busy cook.

"Stone mortar? Are you going to make snacks, miss?" Mrs. An asked while asking for the stone mortar.

"Hmm." Xie Qingyu nodded indiscriminately.

Not long after, Mrs. An took out the mortar.

"Miss, this stone mortar is cleaned every day by servants. Just wipe it with a kerchief when you use it. There is no need to wash it again." Mrs. An said as she put down the gavel.

It just so happens that she needs to dry the flour for grinding, if it gets wet, she has to let it dry before using it.

"Where's the wheat?"

"Here it is." Green Bamboo said, pointing to the wheat in the pot beside him.

"Go, get a bowl." Xie Qingyu directed the little girl beside her.

After the bowl was brought, Xie Qingyu scooped a bowl of wheat and poured it into the stone mortar, and then had someone beat it with a wooden pestle.

Soon, the wheat in the stone mortar was crushed, and white powder came out.

"Oh, I have been making dim sum for so many years, but I didn't even think about making rice into powder. Miss has a way."

Aunt An who was on the side saw this wave of operations and quickly praised them.

"Where is Mrs. An, the raw rice with the pestle is much more troublesome than the cooked rice with the pestle." Xie Qingyu said with a smile.

Mrs. An smiled when she heard this, and didn't say anything. The rice that has been cooked for so many years is not for nothing.

The taste was almost the same, so she continued to make it in the old way.

If you talk about Mrs. An's idea, if someone uses it on wheat, then the magical effect of wheat has already been developed, so how could Xie Qingyu miss it.

However, the potatoes and wheat have just been passed on, so Xie Qingyu should have picked them up and missed them.

If it had been a few years earlier, Xie Qingyu would not have had this chance.

Seeing that the wheat flour in the stone mortar was almost uniform, Xie Qingyu ordered someone to scoop out the wheat flour.

Then spoon the wheat in again and continue to pestle.

The pestle is very strong, but fortunately there are many people in the house, and one person hammers for a while without getting too tired.

Half an hour later, there was more than half a pot of wheat flour, but there were so many people in the mansion that such a small amount of flour was not enough, so Xie Qingyu asked people to continue pestling.

Not long after, Bai Zhi also came over.

From a distance, I saw her walking quickly with the sifted things.

"Miss, you can see that this is feasible." After approaching, Bai Zhi held up her newly made flour sieve for Xie Qingyu to have a look at.

Xie Qingyu took it over and took a look. She didn't expect Bai Zhi to be so skillful, and the things she made in such a short period of time were more detailed than what she saw in this world.

"feasible."

After Xie Qingyu finished speaking, he took the flour sieve and walked to the side of the wheat flour that had been prepared.

Place the flour sieve into a larger wooden bowl, then spoon the pestled wheat flour into the flour sieve.

Just as she was about to lift it up to sieve, she saw Mrs. An snatch it away, "Miss, how can you do such a rough job, the servant will do it."

It just so happened that Xie Qingyu felt that her seven-year-old body was difficult to make, so she let her go.

She still wants to relive her childhood, who would have thought that her body would be so weak.

The screen window is still too tight, and the flour is not easy to come down, and there is still a lot of flour in the wheat bran.

It's a pity to lose it, so Xie Qingyu asked someone to pack the wheat bran, and then feed it to the pigs in the Zhuangzi.

Soon, a lot of flour was sifted out, and Xie Qingyu asked someone to take over Mrs. An's work of sifting noodles.

Let Mrs. An take the freshly sifted flour and go into the kitchen with her, ready to pick up tonight's dinner.

It was also Xie Qingyu who said that tonight's staple food is wheat flour, and the egg feast at noon is really refreshing.

Otherwise, no matter what Mrs. An said, it would be impossible to let Xie Qingyu do such nonsense.

It's the same as making potatoes in the morning, Xie Qingyu said, Mrs. An will do it, and the others will help.

But tonight, it is estimated that only Mrs. An will suffer.

Xie Qingyu thought about finishing it later and giving Mrs. An some reward.

Although the family also gave a monthly salary, but today people really work hard.

After busying for so long, it was not too far before the dinner, Xie Qingyu went out of the room first, and asked the two of them, Green Bamboo and Bai Zhi, to inform everyone in the house that they would have dinner in the dining hall tonight, and then turned back to the kitchen.

After asking people to peel some more potatoes, Xie Qingyu began to instruct Mrs. An to knead the noodles.

Since there was no yeast, Xie Qingyu asked Aunt An to use rice wine instead.

Put the kneaded dough into the basin, cover it with a lid, and wait for it to ferment.

While it was fermenting, Xie Qingyu asked the kitchen staff to chop some onion, ginger, garlic, pork paste, etc.

Mrs. An let her rest, after all, it will be her home game later, and she will be busy.

Xie Qingyu was going to make steamed buns, pancakes, noodles, pimple soup and potato cakes.

After the dough fermented, Xie Qingyu asked Mrs. An to knead the dough, knead it into long strips, cut it into small pieces with a knife, and put them in the steamer for steaming.

This is steamed buns.

Baozi will flatten the cut dough, then wrap the meat stuffing that has been adjusted, put it in the steamer and continue to steam in the pan.

The other part was made into a pie and fried in the oil pan next to it.

After finishing, Xie Qingyu asked Mrs. An to roll the remaining dough into balls.

Originally, she wanted to make noodles and pimple soup, but she thought it was similar, so she simply made pimple soup.

Scoop out some oil from the fried pie, then sauté the onion, ginger and garlic until fragrant, then add water.

After the water boiled, Xie Qingyu asked Aunt An to hold a knife in one hand and the dough in the other, and cut the dough into the pot.

Finally, put some green vegetables and seasonings, and the pimple soup is ready.

At this time, the steamed buns and steamed buns on the side were also cooked, Xie Qingyu asked someone to take it down, scooped up the water in the pot, and brushed the pot again.

Then pour oil into it, and put the prepared potato sticks wrapped in flour batter into the oil pan for frying.

The fragrance of flour mixed with the aroma of potatoes permeates instantly.

(End of this chapter)