Chapter 396 Baiji Bun

"Is it ready to eat? Brother Yi?"

Wu Lei could no longer bear the smell of the wheat fragrance from Baiji buns.

"Not yet."

Li Yi scooped up the Baiji buns with a spatula, checked their ripeness and patterns, and said casually, "It's not crispy enough, not fragrant enough."

"Isn't this fragrant enough?"

Wu Lei stepped forward to guide the fragrance with his hands, took two deep breaths, and praised: "This wheat fragrance is so pure, it's like the smell in an old-fashioned bakery, but it's not greasy at all!"

"This is the bread of Northwesterners."

Li Yi said with a smile: "Foreigners bake bread with butter, while we bake buns with lard. The flavors are different, but they all highlight the aroma of noodles."

"yes!"

Wu Lei remembered: "The naan cakes you baked in the naan pit last time were also very fragrant, but not such a pure wheat fragrance."

Li Yi flipped through the steamed buns: "The naan is different, eggs and noodles are added to the naan."

"Yes, there is also the aroma of leather teeth, which is also very fragrant."

Wu Lei recalled the aroma of the naan bread when it came out of the pit, and then smelled the wheat aroma of the Baiji bun in front of him, and immediately found a certain gap: "Eh? Then it smells like this, this Baiji bun does not seem to be as fragrant as the naan .”

"That's not done yet."

Li Yi glanced at the patterns on both sides of Baijimo, and said something casually.

Looking at the scorched-yellow patterned bread on the steamed bun, Wu Lei asked in puzzlement, "Isn't this already baked?"

"Boiling is only the first step, and it needs to be baked one more time."

As Li Yi said, he turned on the oven and set the preheating temperature.

Then, when the baiji buns were almost baked, he took a tray, scooped up the baked baiji buns, and put them into the tray.

With the oven already hot, he sent the tray in and set the bake for 3 minutes.

Wu Lei stayed at every step, guarding in front of the oven, watching the Baiji buns baked inside, swallowing his saliva.

Three minutes soon passed, Li Yi turned on the oven, and a strong smell of roasted wheat wafted out.

"Wow!"

Wu Lei's eyes were amazed: "This is much more fragrant than before!"

"Toasting is heating the inside of it, making it fluffier inside and making it taste better."

Li Yi picked up one and showed him the lower profile: "Look, isn't it thicker than before?"

"It's a little thicker."

Wu Lei looked at it curiously, and asked, "Is that okay to eat?"

"Not yet."

Under Wu Lei's eager gaze, Li Yi turned the bun over and put it back.

"When can I eat it?"

Wu Lei drooped his shoulders in disappointment, went to the chair beside him listlessly and sat down, clutching his stomach and moaning.

"Two minutes."

Li Yi turned over all the Baiji buns and sent them back to the oven.

Two minutes passed in a flash, and when he heard a "ding" from the oven, Wu Lei, who had been sluggish just now, immediately jumped up like a spring, and jumped directly in front of the oven.

"Can you eat it? Can you eat it?"

He stared at the buns in the oven and swallowed.

"Okay, okay, don't worry."

As Li Yi said, he opened the oven door and took out the baking tray.

Poured all the baiji buns on the chopping board, as soon as he put away the baking tray, he saw Wu Lei carefully lighting the baiji buns, testing the temperature.

"Let it dry for a while, it's too hot."

With a reminder, Li Yi came to the stewed soup bucket, took out the soaked stewed meat, and scooped up another pot of stewed soup.

Returning to the counter with the trembling fat stewed meat, Li Yi found that Wu Lei was holding a kitchen knife, gesticulating at Baiji Bun, and then cut a small strip off the edge.

"A little while away?"

Li Yi asked with a helpless smile.

"I can't help it, let's try it first."

Wu Lei held a small piece of steamed bun, took a bite out of it, and started chewing it with grinning teeth.

While chewing, he gasped for heat, but in his mouth he was admiring: "It's delicious...the more you chew, the more delicious it becomes."

Seeing him eating deliciously, Huang Xiaoming asked with a smile: "Can it taste?"

When Li Yi kneaded the noodles, he didn't even add any salt. The bun was essentially a pure noodle cake.

"Taste!"

Wu Lei nodded again and again: "It has a noodle fragrance, and it's a little sweet after chewing. I feel that it's delicious just eating it like this."

Hearing what he said, Huang Xiaoming's curiosity was aroused: "Let me try it too!"

As he said that, he also took the kitchen knife and cut a section along the edge Wu Lei had cut.

"Are you eating?"

He turned around and asked Liu Yifei and Zhao Jinmai.

"eat."

Zhao Jinmai pushed Liu Yifei to the front, Huang Xiaoming cut two more and gave them to them.

Holding the steamed buns, they blew them a few times, and waited for the steamed buns to cool down a bit, then carefully took a bite and tasted it.

Liu Yifei tasted it carefully, and her eyes gradually lit up: "It's delicious! It's crispy on the outside, and it tastes very delicious when chewed."

"This cake is not as popular as the cake at my house, but the noodles are very fragrant."

Zhao Jinmai also took one bite after another, eating vigorously.

"What kind of cake is this called?"

Liu Yifei asked curiously.

"Baiji bun."

Huang Xiaoming replied.

Zhao Jinmai also asked: "Why is it called Baijimo? Is it because it is very white?"

"Well…"

Huang Xiaoming couldn't answer, so he looked at Li Yi.

Li Yi put the hot stewed meat on the chopping board, took a knife to chop it, and explained: "The birthplace of Baijimo is the Arctic Town in Binzhou, Xianyang, Shaanxi Province. It used to be called Baiji Town. The white Baiji , the old man's horse.

In the Shaanxi dialect, Bai is called Bei, but it is pronounced twice, so Bai Ji is called Bei Ji in Shaanxi dialect.

Baiji Town has been the main thoroughfare of Shaanxi and Gansu since ancient times, and has a post station.

Because the local stage horses are all white, it is named Baijiyi.

Later, after Jin established Baiji Town, the local people changed the pronunciation of Baiji to Baiji.

This kind of bun is the daily staple food of the local people, so it is called Baijimo. "

Hearing Li Yi's explanation, Zhao Jinmai suddenly nodded.

Liu Yifei took a bite of the steamed bun and looked at the barrage display, where many audience members were sighing.

"I'm ashamed to say that, as a native of Shaanxi Province, I didn't know that the original Baijimo was from Xianyang."

"My family is from the southern plateau of Binzhou, and Baiji buns are the buns eaten by the masters of Baijiyuan in the past. Doesn't every Laoshan know this?"

"I still prefer to eat the Roujiamo from Laotongguan. It is crispy and crunchy, and the crumbs fall off when you bite into it. The taste is very good."

"You're going to be scared! Baijimo is YYDS!"

"Just to put it mildly, in fact, our Qishan's steamed buns are delicious too! It's especially delicious when eaten with hot steamed buns."

"Hey, when the adults talk, the dolls don't interrupt, oh!"

In front of the chopping board, the aroma of the stewed meat minced by Li Yi's men had already begun to waft.

Wu Lei, who had already tasted the delicious Baiji bun, immediately grabbed a Baiji bun, quickly put it on a plate, and brought it to Li Yi.

"Brother Yi."

He smiled and handed over the bun.

Seeing this, Li Yi directly took the Baiji bun, cut the flat knife in the center of the bun, and cut it to four-fifths of the way. With a light farewell, the bun was split into two halves.

The heat in the center was steaming, Li Yi opened the bun, picked up a group of minced stewed meat with a knife, and stuffed it into the bun.

"Brother Yi, put more meat."

Wu Lei salivated.

Hearing this, Li Yi picked up another ball and stuffed it into the bun, propping the bun up to a forty-five degree angle, with his mouth open, it was full of meat.

Then, Li Yi picked up the steamed bun, turned the mouth upwards, scooped up half a spoonful of stewed soup, and poured it on the meat.

The marinated soup seeps into the meat, adding a lot of juice to the fat and lean meat filling.

"Here."

Li Yi handed the finished Roujiamo to Wu Lei.

"Thank you Brother Yi!"

Wu Lei took it excitedly, bowed his head and blew a few mouthfuls, then couldn't wait to open his mouth wide, and bit down on the most meaty part.

The stuffed meat squeezed out from the steamed buns on both sides of Wu Lei's mouth. He raised his eyebrows and snorted.

"Um!"

Chewing the Roujiamo, Wu Lei looked satisfied.

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