Chapter 3452 Materials

Lin Xin and Han Yu went back and made an appointment.

Jiang Xiaoye looked at the lake of hundreds of acres, he could raise it as he wanted, or he might devour each other, and the underground town water basalt would be brought out another day to guard it here.

Find the old yellow head!

The old yellow-headed Liuzhou native, who had escaped from the great famine and settled here, married a wife, but never had children. He went back to Liuzhou several times to look for relatives, but he returned disappointed.

With two eels, Jiang Xiaoye took two bottles of good wine and went to visit the old yellow head.

Jiang Xiaoye remembered that Huangtou said that his snail noodles had a unique secret recipe. The authentic Liuzhou snail noodles had their own unique recipe. He had eaten it when he was a child, and the taste has never been forgotten.

Old Huangtou and his wife were taking care of the small vegetables in the corner early in the morning. The temperature will be relatively high today. If there is not enough water, these small vegetables may not be able to recover in three to five days.

The mud brick wall is full of weeds, and there is a big rooster standing on it as if patrolling.

"Wow!"

"quack!"

Xiao Hei, who was following Jiang Xiaoye, raised his head, let out a growl, and rushed towards the mud wall. The big rooster flew four or five meters in fright.

"Get off!" Jiang Xiaoye felt dizzy seeing Xiao Hei standing on the top of the wall showing off his might.

Xiao Hei quickly shook his tail and jumped down.

"Xiao Ye! Why is Xiao Hei getting more and more mischievous?" The old Huangtou held a gourd ladle and raised it up to Xiao Hei to scare it.

Xiao Hei quickly wagged his tail, his small eyes slipped away, and he ran away. This old man never gave himself something delicious, so it would be better to wait here

Play by yourself!

"Grandpa Huang, Grandma Huang, pouring vegetables."

Jiang Xiaoye walked over with a smile.

"It's sunny today, pour some water, Xiaoye, why did you bring something?" The old yellow head was curious, why did Jiang Xiaoye remember to come and see himself?

"Xiao Ye, hurry up and drink tea, old man, bring your snacks into the house." Grandma Huang hurriedly signaled.

"good."

In the mud-brick thatched house, there is an old Eight Immortals table with a huge painting of the God of Wealth on the front. The room is messy and very dark.

But such a house is warm in winter and cool in summer.

"Grandpa Huang, don't be too busy. I'll deliver something. By the way, Grandpa Huang, do you still remember the recipe for the snail noodles sold in the village?"

It has been more than ten years, and Jiang Xiaoye is not sure if the old Huangtou still remembers.

After all these years, Lao Huangtou no longer makes snail noodles.

"Remember, it's a recipe handed down from my ancestors. How can I forget it? Unfortunately, I can't find my elder brother's child. Xiao Ye, do you want it? This recipe is definitely a good thing."

I searched many times, but failed to find relatives, and the old Huangtou gave up. He has been here for decades.

If it is not lost, he does not have his own children, relatives, so he will naturally choose to give it to the villagers. The old Huangtou has considered giving it to the villagers, or selling it in Liuzhou.

"No, there was a snail noodle competition in Liuzhou recently, and the restaurant I worked with got an invitation letter, so I came to ask, Grandpa Huang, are you interested? A big event in Liuzhou, open to all Liuzhou, Huang Grandpa, didn’t you say that your ancestors sold snail noodles? If you look for relatives during this activity, maybe you can find relatives?”

old yellow head,

It has been seven or eight years since I went back, I couldn't find it, and I gave up.

Jiang Xiaoye's words stunned the old Huangtou, and he said a little excitedly: "Xiaoye, I understand what you mean, I will take this opportunity to find them, right? Yes, my ancestors relied on snail noodles for a living, this is Ancestral craftsmanship, if there is such an event, they will definitely participate!"

"Yes, and if you win the prize, then the city leaders and reporters in Liuzhou will interview you. Grandpa Huang, are you sure? Do you want to try?"

Sure enough, the old Huangtou was still not reconciled, and still missed his eldest brother's child.

The old Huangtou almost starved to death back then. Grandma Huang's family bought him to farm with five catties of sweet potatoes and two catties of soybeans, and finally got married. The old Huangtou never forgot to look for relatives.

"Of course there is!" Old Huangtou disdainfully raised his chin slightly and said, "My ancestral handicraft was famous in Liuzhou in the past. It is the most authentic snail noodles. The ones now deserve to be called authentic?"

"Try?"

Get rich!

Jiang Xiaoye began to encourage.

"You still don't believe me? I'm going to prepare it now, but I'm missing a lot of things!" Old Huangtou went to prepare snail noodles with great enthusiasm.

"Old lady, is there any Chen Mi at home?"

"In the rice tank in the kitchen cabinet is old rice, which was dried two days ago." Grandma Huang came in with a bucket. Although she was old, her hands and feet were quite agile.

"Come on, Xiaoye, help!"

"Okay, is the old rice delicious? I have new rice from Northeast China at home, can I get it at home?" Jiang Xiaoye deftly lifted out the half-meter small vat under the kitchen cabinet. The rice inside obviously had a long-lasting smell.

"

What kind of new rice do you want? New rice is not good. My secret recipe does not add anything. The main raw material is old rice, because the powder made from old rice is tough, strong, and elastic. New rice is too soft. The rice noodles stick to the teeth. "

Old Huangtou brought a cloth bag and took it outside for a pat.

The rice is soaked, the rice is refined, and then steamed in a large pot.

The wooden door slammed, and Xiao Hei slammed into the door, wagging his tail and ran to the pot to smell it. This busy work has been going on for an hour, but this is just the beginning.

"It's so troublesome, Grandpa Huang."

Jiang Xiaoye felt that the process was too much.

"I went to Liuzhou a few years ago and saw the dry-cut powder processing in a factory in Liuzhou. It completely got rid of manual work, and it was all machines. Hey, it lost a certain taste like that, but if you want to mass-produce, that's the only way. They That machine is really fast, selecting rice, then machine cleaning, soaking, crushing, mixing, and then using the machine to extrude silk, aging, powder washing, loose silk, drying, a set of processes, mass production, and the progress of the times Too soon, old skills, if you can’t keep up with the changes, you can only be eliminated.”

Since he came back that year, Lao Huangtou has not made snail noodles a few times. Seeing the automatic production is a big blow to someone with old skills like him.

Jiang Xiaoye smiled, walked to the corner and kicked Xiao Hei who was picking up other people's pickle jars. Why does this dog have a soft spot for pickles?

"Wow!"

Master Xiao Hei, just smell it!

The little black butt, who had been prepared for a long time, twisted, but he just didn't get kicked.

"Although the old craftsmanship is good, it cannot be popularized, and it cannot be the same as before.

The pot is sold, by the way, I remember there used to be pork bones, right? I'll go get ready. "

Jiang Xiaoye remembered that when he was a child, he and Dahan fished a big bone from the bottom of the pot.

"That's the beef bone. The center of Mr. Huang's snail noodles is cooking soup with beef bones. The main ingredients are made of snails, beef bones, chicken frames, and spices. It is boiled for more than 12 hours and boiled with coal balls. .”

The old Huangtou rubbed his waist, bared his teeth and said, "I'm old, I'm old, my back hurts when I do some work, take a break."

"You are lazy!"

Grandma Huang, who was helping to sharpen the knives, saw that her wife was about to take a break, and said angrily, "Xiao Ye is still waiting, when will your laziness recover? Hurry up!"

"Wow!"

hurry up!

Xiao Hei yelled, and wagged his tail enthusiastically, don't rest when you get something delicious!

"When I'm old, how can I be the same as when I was young?" Old Huangtou muttered, and continued to work obediently.

"Grandpa Huang, what are the spices?"

Spices?

Jiang Xiaoye didn't know much about cooking ingredients.

"Ginger, sand ginger, star anise, cinnamon, bay leaves, cinnamon, cloves, grass fruit, umm, and amomum, dried chili, preferably millet pepper, what else is there...Zanthoxylum bungeanum, yes, Zanthoxylum bungeanum, others It doesn’t matter whether you add oil, salt, sauce, vinegar or tea, this family is gone.”

The old yellow head remembered these formulas very well.

"I'm going to buy it. I have a big pot at home. I'll cook it. It takes twelve hours. It will be ready until the afternoon and morning. What else do you need, Grandpa Huang?"

Jiang Xiaoye has a good memory, and he can almost remember it after listening to it once.

——The content comes from [Migu Reading]