woman and sea

The village of "Hukouwan Village" was not actually called by this name at first, but its original name was "Haining Village".Naturally, Haining Village and Hukou Bay were also two places at the beginning, but their geographical location is closer.

Later, with the expansion of the two areas of Hukou Bay and Haining Village, the two sides gradually became one, so Haining Village simply changed its name to Hukou Bay Village.Over time, even the word "village" was omitted, and it became Hukou Bay directly.

——Other seaports, bays, Jinkou and ferries are managed by the port guard, bay guard, Jin guard, and ferry guard who are guarding warriors, but Hukou Bay is different, except for Bai Shu, the guard guarding the bay as a guarding warrior , the place is jointly managed by Yi Shisong, who is a doctor, and the village chief Haiying, who is a commoner.

It can be said that Aunt Haixing's husband, the head of Haiying Village, is an extremely rare commoner in this world who can sit on an equal footing with the nobles, so it is no wonder that Haicao followed them and enjoyed so many rights above the commoners and exempted.

On the road of the market in the bay, mules, horses, oxen and carts shuttle back and forth.

The sound of horseshoes, the clang of iron, the rattle of sawing wood, and the shouting of market vendors, and the occasional crowing of chickens and dogs barking add to the icing on the cake, creating a lively and prosperous symphony.

It's just that today is catching up with the monthly "seaside fair", so the prosperity I see is indeed slightly inferior to the appearance of the seaside.

When they came to the bay, the seaweed immediately turned into a bird-like happy appearance, pulling Yang Fan to shout from east to west, from north to south, giving pointers here and introducing introductions there.

Suddenly, Haicao's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered something interesting.Immediately, she dragged Yang Fan to the door of a bun shop with bright eyes.

Before the front foot stepped into the door, Haicao greeted loudly from outside: "Aunt Lukui, I want two cages—no, I want four cages of small shrimp meat packets." As he said, he winked at Yang Fan slyly.

Seaweed usually only eats a small bag of shrimp meat.However, today is different from the past, there is a walking idiot beside her.

"Hey, let's see who is here? Isn't this our little Mr. Seaweed, come in and sit down. ——How's the harvest today?"

"Thanks to you, I earned a full 75 yuan today."

"Tsk tsk, that's great, so powerful."

"Hee hee—thank you, Aunt Lukui—"

The middle-aged woman named Aunt Lukui was slightly fat. Yang Fan visually inspected her and found that she was only 1.5 meters tall, about the same height as Aunt Yunxi.Although compared to her, she is not a bit small, but she is considered a good height here.

Aunt Lukui saw that the visitor was seaweed, and waved her hand with a smile, beckoning her to come and sit down, and then turned her gaze to Yang Fan.

After looking at her suspiciously for a while, Aunt Lukui said with a relieved smile, "I'll just say—it turns out it's really a girl's house——Haicao, you don't know, the thief old man in my house said before." You also said that you brought back a big man, but it scared me to death..."

Gently stroked her heart with her hand to smooth the air, Aunt Lukui put on a kind smile again, and said to Yang Fan gently: "I don't know, what is the name of this daughter's family?"

Yang Fan stood up, put his right palm on his chest, bowed in salute, and replied humbly: "The villain's name is Yang Fan. His name is Yang Shu Yang, and Fan Yang Fan. This is polite."

"Pfft!..." Haicao chuckled and said softly, "Xiaofan, we all belong to neighbors and folks, so why do we need so much courtesy?"

Aunt Lukui also nodded, and echoed: "That's right, that's right. ——Eh, speaking of which, the name of 'the poplar of the poplar, the sail of the sail' is quite rare. I don't know, Miss Yang Fan, where are you from? ah?"

Yang Fan babbled nonsense using the words he had used with Haicao before: "I'm from the Xuanwu Continent, and my family is in an inland area called 'Dalianfan', which is quite remote."

Aunt Lukui nodded, and said in a deep voice, "The Xuanwu Continent... is so far away... Heh, not to mention the Baihu Continent, I have never even been out of the territory of the 'Shisong Fan'."

"It's okay—hey, Aunt Lukui, if you have time, you can go out and have a look together as a couple." Yang Fan said leisurely with one hand resting on his chest.

Before, she learned from Haicao that in this world, when a woman goes a little far away, she must be accompanied by immediate male relatives, such as father, husband and son.

Aunt Lukui waved her hand and said with a wry smile: "The old thief in my family is Mr. Wen from Wanshang. He works as a teacher in the school. The children cannot do without him."

Yang Fan sat up straight and respectfully said, "That's it! Disrespect, disrespect!" When he said this, Yang Fan almost clasped his fists together again.Fortunately, the seaweed sitting on her left hand quickly pinned her left arm, which saved her from embarrassment.

After thinking about it, Yang Fan hesitated and asked again: "Hey, Aunt Lukui, then...you don't have a son?"

Aunt Lukui shook her head with a smile: "The old thief in my family cherishes my body, so he never conceived me."

While talking, Aunt Lukui picked up four small cage drawers, put them on their table with a tray, and then brought a small pottery dish, a pair of chopsticks, and two slightly larger tea bowls for each of them. Come out and pour them each a bowl of warm water.

"Eh?!——" Yang Fan stared wide-eyed, and murmured in astonishment, "My God... Dink... so foreign..."

"Xiaofan." Haicao shot her a look.Although I don't understand what "DINK" means, Haicao can be sure that this is the language of Yang Fan and the others on Earth.

——In order to avoid revealing the identity and causing unnecessary troubles, it is better to save this alien language if possible.

"Ah!...Oh...then what..." Yang Fan nodded with restrained expression, and said without words, "I mean to say... Your husband is really a good person. —— Well, it's so rare .” Especially in this very ancient time.

Aunt Lukui nodded with a smile: "Well, that's right."

So, Yang Fan clasped his hands together, clamped the chopsticks horizontally in the mouth of the tiger, and muttered in a vague voice: "よし, 顶きます..."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and lifted the lid of the cage.

Then, she was "Friedz Woolabah".

I saw that she maintained the posture of grabbing the chopsticks and reaching for the cage, and stood there in a daze.

Apart from frowning, which showed that Yang Fan was still alive, other parts of her body seemed to be motionless.

At this time, a small bun had already been squeezed into Haicao's mouth, and she sucked a corner of the second bun into her mouth with her lips.

Now, she is blinking her big innocent eyes, looking at Yang Fan in a daze, like a little hamster with a bulging cheek.

After a while, Seaweed, who was struggling to swallow the buns in his mouth, asked with some hesitation: "Eh? Xiaofan, didn't you say you like eating buns very much?" ——Aunt Lukui's handicraft Well, not to mention the surrounding villages, even in the entire domain, there may not be anyone better than her."

"Hmm..." Yang Fan nodded with a stiff neck, "Oh..."

Haicao took a sip of water, calmed down a little, and then asked cautiously, "What's the matter? Xiaofan, do you have no appetite?"

Yang Fan shook his head dully, and said in a muffled voice: "Hmm. ——By the way...this thing...it...is it called Baozi?..."

——"I'm a good boy! This product is obviously a sugar triangle-no! Candy four corners-hmmm! 'Pack four corners'..."

Yang Fan suddenly turned into an annoying dog, staring twitchingly at the "baozi" with four horns inside the cage.

"Well, yes..." Haicao nodded lightly, and replied with an innocent expression, "Otherwise?"

"This...this fucking is just the weird stuff inside the steamed stuffed bun...it looks so paradoxical..." Yang Fan put down his chopsticks and said in a muffled voice, "Oh my god...this looks so good..."

"Oh?" Aunt Lukui raised her eyebrows slightly and asked softly, "How does this look? Is it ugly?"

Yang Fan's scalp exploded, and he said with a dry smile: "Well...Aunt Lukui, I didn't mean to say that your steamed stuffed bun looks ugly, I just...have never seen such a style...well... quite A little curious..."

"Oh? Haven't you seen it? Don't all buns in this world look like this?" Aunt Lukui asked curiously.

"Hmm... Our hometown is not..." Yang Fan shook his head sullenly.After thinking about it, he said again, "How about... I'll show it to you?"

Haicao's eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands and said, "Wow! Xiaofan, can you still cook?!"

"Hmm.——" Yang Fan folded his arms in front of him, raised his eyebrows, and stared at him.

Haicao teased her with her nose narrowed and said: "I thought you were just an idiot."

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and said, "Hey! Don't underestimate people, please!" Then he rolled up his sleeves angrily and stood up.

Aunt Lukui couldn't help laughing: "Miss Yang Fan, if you can make some pretty designs, then these four baskets of buns can be regarded as a thank you gift."

"Hmm." Yang Fan lifted his chin slightly, raised his index finger and waved vainly, "That's not possible.——" Then, pointing to a wooden lion hanging on the wall with his fingertips, he opened his mouth wide, " The ones on the menu, you have to bring me two more of the same one. I have to eat and carry around, otherwise it will not be a loss?"

Although Yang Fan couldn't understand the content on it, since it could be hung on the wall, it must be a menu.What's more, Yang Fan, who has been working in the kitchen since she was a child, has always been quite confident in her craftsmanship, and will not worry about smashing her father's signboard at all.

Aunt Lukui nodded with a smile, and it was considered a deal.

So, Yang Fan scooped up a wooden basin of water, dipped in salt and saponin powder to wash his hands, and then went to the noodle table, rolling out the bun skin with both hands flying.

Aunt Lukui's face was a little indifferent at first.

Unexpectedly, Yang Fan's hands were flying, but he was so proficient.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Fan rolled out five bun skins, which were well-proportioned and equal in size.At this moment, Aunt Lukui couldn't help showing awe and admiration on her face.

As for the seaweed, she was also standing beside Aunt Lukui, pinching the steamed bun that she had just gnawed with three fingers, staring straight at Yang Fan's hand, while gnawing the steamed stuffed bun in her own hand in a daze.The expression on her face was not stretched, but shocked, as if she was so frightened that she couldn't eat.

All of this was naturally seen by Yang Fan calmly and with peripheral vision.

She quietly raised the corners of her lips, evoking an arc of disdain for all living beings.

But she saw Yang Fan pinch left and right fold three times, five times and two times, and after a while, round soup buns, willow leaf buns, chrysanthemum buns, half-moon buns and triangular buns were just placed on the noodle table by her.

After thinking about it, she took another piece of dough and rolled out another piece of bun skin, filled it with some stuffing, and rolled it on the dough table into a shape like a steamed bun—this shape is usually made with To make bean paste buns.Of course, Japanese meat buns also look like this.

That's it.

Aunt Lukui was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear, she couldn't stop praising "amazing".

And Haicao also widened his eyes, staring at the steamed stuffed bun on the table for a while, staring at Yang Fan's hand for a while, and then staring at Yang Fan's face for a while, it seemed unbelievable for a while, these delicate and beautiful works of art are so pleasing to the eye The little thing that I was reluctant to say was actually made by Yang Fan.

It is true that people cannot be judged by their appearance.

"Here, Aunt Lukui, are you satisfied?"

Yang Fan clapped his hands and grinned at Aunt Lukui, without hiding the pride on his face.

This is Yang Fan's handicraft that was passed down by Uncle Tie Zhu, and it is well-known in all the towns and villages, so don't say it is used to frighten them ancient people who have never seen the world, it is used to frighten them For a chef in a five-star hotel, this is more than enough.

Aunt Lukui kept nodding her head, her admiration was beyond words.

Besides, she didn't seem to know what to say.

Yang Fan rubbed his hands and thought for a while, and decided not to do anything, so as to make the two aborigines worship him even more.

Coincidentally, it can bring back a few percent of the embarrassment she suffered in front of the seaweed before, so that she no longer regards herself as a fool.

So, Yang Fan picked up the rolling pin and rolled out the dumpling wrappers.

While rolling out the dumpling wrappers, she explained to Aunt Lukui very intimately: "This kind of stuff is called 'dumplings' over there, and they are usually eaten during Chinese New Year...that is, on some days that are worth celebrating. It means 'good luck'. ——Here, it's very simple, just roll out the skin of the bun to make it smaller and thinner, then put the stuffing on it, pinch it like this, and it's done. It's ready to cook in the pot when the time comes. ...Oh, the meaning of "cooking" is to boil the water in the pot, then put the dumpling in, and when it floats, tap cold water three times to let it sink, and wait until it floats again When it’s ripe, you can fish it out and eat it.”

Yang Fan explained it with gestures, but Aunt Lukui didn't have any misty expression on her face, so she probably understood.

As the saying goes, music has no borders, and now it seems that cooking also has no borders.

"Xiaofan, that's amazing..."

Seagrass shook his hands and murmured praises.

She was so engrossed in watching it just now that she didn't realize it after eating the buns in her hand, but she accidentally bit her finger, and now she is shaking her hand in pain.

"Hmm...it's really good..." Aunt Lukui shook her hands lightly, and kept nodding her head there.

"That's—" Yang Fan turned his nostrils to the sky, accepting the compliments of the two without humility.

After showing off, Yang Fan and Hai Cao sat back and ate buns.

Yang Fan took a bite and suddenly found that although its shape was a bit weird, the filling was unexpectedly delicious, and the heat was perfect, fluffy and soft, even comparable to bread.

--"that's amazing--"

While gnawing on the buns, Yang Fan couldn't help admiring in his heart.

The author has something to say: ah... so good Ji Mo...

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