In the hot summer, even if there are shared bicycles to transport, it is still impossible to organize the heat waves.

There are traffic on the streets, and you can see water vapor evaporating on the surface of the road, as if distorting the air.

The old man who was shaking his palm-leaf fan leaned under the shade of the tree to enjoy the cool air. The old dog that had been raising for many years fell asleep next to him, not afraid of being frightened at all.

The sprinkler truck plays nostalgic melody, cooling and dusting the city.

Chen Chong returned to the food street with a large bag of ingredients. Fatty Li greeted him enthusiastically and reminded him of the dinner at 11 o'clock in the evening.

Uncle Luo took out two ice creams from the freezer and handed them over with a smile, but he could not refuse.

"Boss Chen, let's go together next time I buy vegetables!" Zhao Si stood at the restaurant door in the distance and shouted.

"Okay." Chen Chong replied with a smile.

The longer he stayed in the food street, the more he liked the human touch in the alleys. No matter whether he knew him or not, he could just meet him a few times, and he would have a few words to talk for granted.

No embarrassment, no scheming, very simple.

"Here, this is the ice cream given by Mr. Luo. Can it be eaten?" Chen Chong stuffed the two ice creams into the hands of the ice corpse, and had long forgotten what had happened before.

"Bingbing will give it a try." Bingzi happily lit his head, then unscrewed the lid, carefully took a wooden spoon and scooped a scoop on the tip of his tongue.

She frowned at first, then showed an incredible look, and scooped into her mouth one by one.

"Oh my God, you can eat it!" She really couldn't do it, so she closed for a day."

When they returned to the kitchen, Chen Chong told Bingzi about the game, but after thinking about it, the two decided to finish the matter at hand first and then discuss it carefully.

Open the plastic wrap, take out the dough and sprinkle some loose powder. Continue to use the outer edge of your palm to soften the dough repeatedly until the surface is smooth and lubricated, and the work is done.

"Boss, are you looking at the right meat filling?" Bingzi stopped at this time.

Chen Chong clamped a pinch of meat filling with his thumb and index finger and rubbed it. After not finding any adhesions, he nodded and said, "It's OK."

"What will Bingbing do next?" Bingzi opened his beautiful eyes wide and waited for the next arrangement.

"Let's do it, let's change the position." Chen Chong pointed to the dough in front of him. "The dough has been kneaded. You can rub it into long strips with uniform thickness, about three centimeters in diameter, and then use a knife to cut the strips into small sections, and keep the length of each section at about two centimeters."

"Okay." Bingzi washed and dried his hands in the sink, exchanged positions with Chen Chong, and started rubbing them.

"By the way, after cutting it in a while, rub all the small pieces into small balls. If you dip them in your hands, you can sprinkle a little loose powder to reduce friction, and the shape will look better."

"Yeah." Ice Corpse said softly.

After the explanation, Chen Chong put all the meat filling into a large iron basin and took out the garlic mortar used to pound garlic from under the table.

This thing is a relatively old-fashioned utensil, specially used for mashing garlic, and consists of a grenade-like garlic hammer and special porcelain.

Supermarkets are rarely seen, but they can often be seen in ordinary vegetable markets.

However, Chen Chong did not use it to mash the garlic, but instead chopped a piece of peeled old ginger and four scallions into it and pounded it out, squeezing their juice.

This step is not troublesome to handle, but it is very tolerant because the taste of ginger and chives during the pounding process is very pungent and as hateful as onions.

Then, filter the green juice inside it into a separate container, add two taels of water and stir well, set aside.

Although water is added to blend, the color of the juice has not faded, which shows how rich the ginger and green onion juice are.

At least until now, Chen Chong's nose is still very uncomfortable!

ps: I posted a chapter first, and there is still one later, it is still very late!
Chapter completed!