Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

After she left, an old man came out from behind a tree, and exclaimed in amazement as he walked by, "Wow, I didn't expect this little girl to be a good martial artist. She punches really well!"

I don't know who he learned this from. This set of boxing is not fancy at all, it is clean, neat, accurate and fast, and it is very suitable for actual combat.

However, it seems that her master did not teach her to practice internal skills. No matter how well she practices boxing and kicking, it is difficult for her to enter the mainstream!

What a pity! What a pity! "

The old man put his hands behind his back, walked around the park with smooth steps, and then slowly walked away in another direction.

Fortunately, Han Zhaozhao didn't see him, otherwise she would definitely feel that he looked familiar. Isn't this the old man who had an argument with her and snatched the bird from her?

There was a long line of people in front of the restaurant, and waves of rich fried food aroma spread out from the store.

There were fritters this morning!

As oil was too scarce, restaurants rarely sold fried dough sticks. In those days, fried dough sticks cost five cents each and could be split into two. Han Zhaozhao bought ten fried dough sticks and made a whole enamel pot of tofu pudding.

The restaurant also served soy milk this morning, but she didn't like the taste. It was made from fermented mung beans, and it had a strange sour and rotten smell. The old lady didn't like to drink it either, and her family never bought it.

She thinks that soy milk or salty tofu pudding made from soybeans are the best dishes to go with fried dough sticks. Without these two, she would rather drink boiled water.

Halfway through the journey, there was no one around, so Han Zhaozhao collected six fried dough sticks and stored them in his space.

The old lady loves to eat fried dough sticks, which are called sesame oil fruit in her hometown. Making fried dough sticks requires a lot of oil and is more expensive than steamed buns, so the old lady can only buy them a few times a year.

In her words, in her hometown, sesame oil fruit can be given as gifts to relatives. Who would be willing to eat it if ordinary people have nothing to do?

When I got home, the old lady had just gotten up and was opening the chicken coop to let the chickens out and cleaning the house.

"Grandma, it's time to eat!" Han Zhaozhao went to the kitchen and found the pickled chives and chili oil she made in autumn.

This dish is made from wild chives that she picked from the mountains, crushed with a stone, and added with blanched small eggplants, young beans, young lentils, ginger slices and young pepper leaves.

This kind of pickled chives has a strong flavor, and it is most fragrant when eaten with fried dough sticks, pancakes, steamed bread, or cakes. It is a perfect match when mixed with tofu and made into tofu pudding!

"Mm, this pickled chive flower is delicious! I haven't eaten it for many years. Fortunately, you are diligent in going up the mountain in autumn, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to eat it.

Wait until I find out where I can buy a pancake griddle. Then buy one and I'll teach you how to make pancakes.

In my hometown in Shandong, there are two places that are most famous for their pancakes, one is Tai'an pancake and the other is Yimeng pancake.

To be honest, I like Tai'an pancakes the most. They are thinner than Yimeng pancakes, easier to chew and last longer."

Of course Han Zhaozhao knew about Tai'an pancakes. Not only did she know it, she also knew how to make it!

In her previous life, her mother's home was between Jinan and Tai'an, and when she was a child, pancakes were the staple food of almost every family.

Pancakes are rather troublesome to make, as you have to soak the grains first, grind them into a paste, and finally cook them on a large griddle.

Generally, it is best for two people to work together to make pancakes, one to light the fire and the other to spread the pancakes.

To make handmade pancakes, first scoop a spoonful of multi-grain batter onto the griddle. There is a thin firewood burning underneath, and after 749 pushes and pulls, it becomes a thin, soft, fragrant pancake.

She remembered that it took a whole day to make pancakes each time. The family would grind fifty or sixty kilograms of grain at a time. The pancakes would be spread out dry, folded into a rectangle, and put into a large vat. A lid would be placed on it, and then heavy objects would be placed on top. The pancakes would be pressed straight and could be stored for several months without going bad.

When I went out to work or went to school in the dormitory, I would bring sixty or seventy pancakes with me. I would eat them for the next meal and at one time I could bring enough for two weeks of meals.

Eat it with vegetable rolls if there are any. If there are no vegetables, eat it with pickles. If you don’t like it being too dry, you can soak it in boiling water and eat it.

When she was in school, she liked to scoop out a small piece of lard, pour some soy sauce, cut some green onions, rinse with boiling water, break the pancake into pieces and soak it in the water, and eat and drink it all at the same time. It was more delicious than boiled noodles!

Tai'an pancakes are thinner than paper. No matter when you eat them, they don't need to be heated and don't need to be cooled down. They become more delicious the more you chew them when you eat them dry.

If the food is spread out for one day, a family of five can eat for a month. During the busy farming season, anyone who is hungry can just pick it up and eat it. It is much easier than steaming buns or making pancakes.

After hearing what the old lady said, Han Zhaozhao's greed came alive, "Grandma, don't worry about it, I'll find time to buy a griddle tomorrow and come back to prepare it for you.

I want to eat pancakes too. I think pancakes are better than flatbreads! It’s getting warmer in a few days, so I dig some wild vegetables and mix them with soybean grits and steam small tofu to roll into pancakes. I won’t get tired of eating them every day! ”

"Do you know what to buy? You haven't seen it before, so I'd better go find it myself!"

The old lady didn’t believe her granddaughter. She had eaten pancakes before, but had never seen anyone else making pancakes. What should she do if she didn’t bring back a frying pan?

Han Zhaozhao thought to himself, not only have I seen it, I've also done it, and I did it particularly well!

Okay, if the old lady wants to buy it herself, let her buy it. At worst, she can help improve it after she gets it back.

In later generations, pancakes were made with machines. It was very tiring to sit on the griddle and make pancakes all day long, and the efficiency was low. At the end of the day, the wrists and waist would be sore from fatigue. It was not an easy job.

She had seen an improved pancake griddle in a video. It was movable and could rotate, and had a semi-automatic batter scraper. It made making pancakes quick and labor-saving, and the efficiency could be increased by two or three times. The key was that it was not tiring!

"Yimeng pancakes are delicious too, but they taste best when they are made and eaten right away. People there don't use a rake to make pancakes, they mostly roll the pancakes or make pancakes with a dough..."

As the old lady was chatting, memories of her childhood came to her mind. She talked about the wife her great-grandfather married from Tai'an. The old lady was very good at making tofu, vermicelli, and pancakes. There was nothing she didn't know how to do.

The children in her family learned a lot of skills from her. During the war, they would not starve to death wherever they went. They only hated the Japanese for being so cruel to the common people.

Han Zhaozhao was listening to her grandmother reminiscing about the past when she heard the door open.

"Hey, that mother and daughter are here!"

The old lady put down the bowl and went to open the door. Han Zhaozhao quickly cleared the table and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

At this time, the old lady led three people into the yard.

Leading the group was a burly man in his forties, wearing a military uniform and with a stern face, looking very serious.

Behind him followed a mother and son. People would believe the woman if she was sixty years old based on her appearance. She had gray hair tied into a bun and wore a large-collared jacket. She looked pale and thin, like a refugee fleeing from war.

She was holding tightly by the hand a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old. The boy was tall and thin, but had very handsome facial features.

With big eyes, a high nose bridge and thin lips, he looks at least 80% like a certain Hong Kong star named Xie in later generations, but he is much taller than Xie xx, estimated to be at least 1.80cm tall.

Unfortunately, he was too thin, and to put it bluntly, he was no better than a skeleton. What was even more surprising was that the boy had clear eyes and looked somewhat naive.

Those eyes were so beautiful that they made people feel good at first sight. Han Zhaozhao felt that people with such eyes must not be bad people.