At dawn, Hami City has a peaceful life.

The Tartars did not come, and although the city was heavily guarded, it was still peaceful.

Wei Yang washed his hands and took out a piece of dough essence from the basin and smelled it.

alright.

Pour half a basin of clean water, put the dough essence in and press hard. When the water becomes turbid, you can wash the cold skin, but there is still a part left. This is the part that makes the gluten.

Wei Yang was busy thinking about his skills.

My ex-girlfriend is a foodie and she especially likes to eat Sanqin set meals.

Wei Yang could not afford the salary at all, so he had to learn to cook by himself. At the beginning, the seasonings he bought were not as good as a girl with medium-sized ability, medium-sized appetite, and high-quality taste. He had to try to configure it himself. In three years, he forced him into an ex-girlfriend who gave him the reputation of "first-class chef of the family".

Is it so delicious?

One thing can prove it.

After the two broke up for work, she took nothing away, only the cold skin seasoning recipe prepared by Wei Yang, the dry noodles sauce recipe and the dipping recipe for hot pot at home.

Wei Yang actually didn't miss his ex-girlfriend. What he was thinking in his heart was why it was not his parents who were the motivation for him to learn these cooking skills.

I have been under my knees for a long time and I don’t know it, but now I look back and have no regrets.

Soon after, the dough was washed out, and Wei Yang took out the lid of the iron bucket. When he asked the old blacksmith to make the iron bucket with iron sheet, he deliberately kept a fuss and created two cold gongs in the name of making the lid. As long as holes were drilled on both sides and tied the hemp rope.

Take a spoonful of dough essence water, brush a layer of vegetable oil in the cold piping ruoer, pour the dough water, carry the tuple around, and put it in the pot after the dough water is evenly spread. Cover the pot and make the second tuple. Wait for a while, the first part of the cold piping is ready.

The moon is on the willow branches, and a pile of cold skin is placed on the chopping board.

Wei Yang grabbed his hair and rested for a while. He started to boil the pork again. He blanched the pork first, squished the foam, and then stewed it. When there was no blood, he cut it into large pieces. Take a bite of iron pot, put some soybean oil in it, pour the dried spicy peppers and a handful of cinnamon, tangerine peel, dried dates, onion, ginger and minced garlic into it, stir-fry until the aroma is fragrant, cut two pieces of fat, stir-fry for a while, and mix the oil and turn yellow, then pour all the large pieces of pork into it, stir-fry until the date is red, and pour some soy sauce.

The black and red pork, add half a pot of water and boil until it is opened, grab a handful of fine salt that is already a little white, and throw it in, and then wrap a seasoning pack full of peppery ingredients with clean cloth. This step is crucial, just like making refried pork. This is called secondary flavor enhancement, especially without using MSG chicken essence, which is enough to enhance the texture of the meat. The big bag is tightly tied and throw it in and burn it on low heat. As long as there is a warmth, it is enough.

At this time, the whole city has decided.

Wei Yang started to give noodle again, but only then did he remember that he forgot to borrow a piece of noodles to find someone to borrow. There is no yeast in this era. If you want to make a good noodle cake, you can only find someone else's house, especially those who can afford white noodles to borrow a piece of noodles, and wrap it in the dough and put it in a quilt for a day before you can get a dough available.

"It's hard to stop." Wei Yang found two leftover steamed buns, crushed them into the dough, wrapped them with a new quilt, put them in the stove, clapped his hands, and started cooking mutton again.

When the work is over, the moon has reached the middle of the sky.

Wei Yang washed away the smell of fireworks and returned to his house and fell asleep.

His true energy is weak, and it is not enough to temporarily replace sleep by regulating breathing. Naturally, he cannot be too careless when growing up.

Early the next morning, Wei Yang got up and took a shower. When he opened the basin, he saw that the dough was very full. The heat of the stove stewed the pork so fragrant and rotten. The cold skin was on the chopping board and the steamer was pressed upside down, so he was not afraid of mosquitoes.

At this time, the sound of washing and mumbling came from the groom next door. The groom complained that the family was unhappy in cooking. He muttered that while eating in the yamen, other grooms laughed at the words "Your family's pot is too much."

This gave Wei Yang a sudden inspiration.

He cut three cold skins, added vinegar in a large bowl, poured some chili oil, added some shredded cucumbers, prepared and set aside for later use. He quickly pulled a piece of dough, set a fire in a few ounces, and made two white cakes the size of a palm, which looked very good.

"A Roujiamo and a large portion of cold skin may open up sales in other places." Wei Yang thought to himself, so he took another big bowl and pressed it on the cold skin bowl. After thinking for a while, he remembered that the iron sheet in the blacksmith shop already had the iron sheet of the stove and barrel he had seen when he was a child, which was of no quality comparable to industrial products, but it must be possible to create bowls and chopsticks that can serve rice.

After finishing, Wei Yang was practicing knife outside the door. When he heard the creaking sound of the groom's door, it was already noon.

Wei Yang held a steel knife and carried the package wrapped in cloth. He quickly drove over and drove them, shouted "Uncle, walk slowly", and directly stuffed the package to the groom, saying, "I don't know the taste of the store today. I beg the uncle to appreciate his face and appreciate it - if it is done well, the uncle will praise it. If it is not good, just say something bad, I will improve it."

The groom laughed and said, "Does Xiaolang have such a smart business mind like my money bag?"

Wei Yang only smiled and said, "When I did it well, I was afraid that I didn't like the uncle's wallet, but I wanted to give the uncle a new wallet."

He does not know how to eat alone, because it is not only a human nature, but also because of interests, and he also wants to be on guard against Elder Song and Aunt Ye.

The groom heard the implication and looked at Wei Yang in surprise.

Trying to eat a bite of Roujiamo, then open the rice bowl and eat a bite of cold skin, the groom's eyes lit up.

He immediately praised: "Xiaolang is very human," and then said kindly, "But, this taste is less of Hami."

cantaloupe!

Wei Yang immediately remembered this.

Hami melon, it is not called this name at this time.

Volume 276 of "Taiping Guangji·Yin Guiren" records that during the Yongping period of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Emperor Ming of Han said that during the dream of eating melons, it was very beautiful. At that time, Dunhuang offered different melon seeds...the name is the dome."

This is the earliest record of Hami melon in ancient Chinese history.

Luo Binwang, a Fengli Lang and a scholar in Dongtai, also wrote during his military service in the Western Regions, "I suddenly went up the Tianshan Road, and I still thought about everything... I thought about my wanderings, but I didn't get to the melons when I returned...", which shows that Hami melons became popular all over the world in the Tang Dynasty.

The book "Changchun Journey to the West" written in the fifth year of the Jin Dynasty, "The Cantaloupe Melon in the Western Regions" records for the first time that "sweet melon is like a pillow, and its fragrance is beyond the reach of China."

In his small work "Taste of New Melons in the Western Regions", Yelu Chucai of the Yuan Dynasty described that "the army in the Western Expedition had not returned home, and in June he sieges the city and picked veils. He was ashamed of his talent and was lucky enough to cut off the new melons in the cool afternoon breeze."

The ancients living in Hami were very fond of the fruit called "melon" because of their sweetness. When the fruits and melons ripen, the city smelled like melons. It seemed that during that time, they would harvest all the sweetness of the whole year.

Even in winter, every household in Hamiwei has some dried Hami melons.

Maybe, can you add some cantaloupe to the cold piment?

Wei Yang's face turned dark.

What kind of dark and cold skin is this?

"Well, what the uncle said is. However, although melon is good, it is sour and spicy. I think about it again and think about the drink." Wei Yang grabbed his finger and walked, "The original Bingfeng soda is made into a three-piece set. Since I am in Hami, I need to adapt to local conditions. This drink...sweet tea? Or fruit wine?"

Unpredictable, the groom's uncle emptied all the Roujiamo, and half of them had a cold skin. His mouth was red and he laughed, "It's all because of the delicious food."

But he was embarrassed to ask for it again.
Chapter completed!