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Lin Xin and Han Yu went back and made an appointment.
Jiang Xiaoye looked at the hundreds of acres of lake. He couldn't raise it and use it as he pleased, but he was afraid that they would devour each other and the underground water-suppressing Xuanwu would be brought out to control it someday.
Find Old Huangtou!
??Old Huangtou, a Liuzhou native, settled here when he fled the great famine. He even married a wife, but he never had children. He went back to Liuzhou several times to find relatives, but he always came back disappointed.
After carrying two eels and two bottles of good wine, Jiang Xiaoye went to visit Old Huangtou.
Jiang Xiaoye remembered that Lao Huangtou said that his snail noodles had a unique secret recipe. The authentic Liuzhou snail noodles had their own unique formula. He had eaten it when he was a child, and he has never forgotten the taste.
??Old Huangtou and his wife were tending green vegetables in the corner early in the morning. The weather will be relatively hot today. If there is not enough water, these small green vegetables may not recover for three to five days.
The mud brick wall is covered with weeds, and there is a big rooster standing on it, patrolling.
"Woof!"
"Quack!"
Xiao Hei, who was following Jiang Xiaoye, raised his head, roared, and rushed towards the mud wall. He was so frightened that the big rooster flew four or five meters away.
"Get down!" Jiang Xiaoye felt dizzy when he saw Xiao Hei standing on the wall showing off his power.
Xiao Hei quickly shook his tail and jumped down.
"Xiao Ye! Why is this little Hei getting more and more naughty?" Old Huangtou held the gourd and water ladle and raised it towards Xiao Hei to scare him.
"Xiao Hei quickly waggled his tail, his little eyes slipped and ran away. This old man never gives him delicious food, so he might as well play by himself while waiting here!
"Grandpa Huang, Grandma Huang, are watering the vegetables."
Jiang Xiaoye walked over with a smile.
"It's sunny today, water some water, Xiaoye, why did you bring something here?" Old Huangtou was curious, why did Jiang Xiaoye think of coming to see him?
"Xiao Ye, come in quickly and drink tea. Old man, please bring midnight snacks in." Grandma Huang quickly signaled.
"good."
In the mud-brick thatched house, there is an old Eight Immortals table with a huge painting of the God of Wealth on the front. The room is messy and very dark.
But this kind of house is warm in winter and cool in summer.
"Grandpa Huang, please stop being busy. I'm just here to deliver something. By the way, Grandpa Huang, do you remember the recipe for the snail noodles you used to sell in the village?"
It has been more than ten years, and Jiang Xiaoye is not sure whether Old Huangtou still remembers it.
After all these years, Lao Huangtou has stopped making snail noodles.
"Remember, that is the formula passed down from my ancestors. How could I forget it? It's a pity that I can't find my eldest brother's child. Xiaoye, do you want it? This formula is definitely a good thing."
After searching many times to no avail, Old Huangtou also gave up. He has been here for decades.
If it were not lost and he had no children or relatives of his own, he would naturally choose to give it to the villagers. Old Huangtou considered giving it to the villagers or going to Liuzhou to sell it.
"No, there was a snail noodle competition in Liuzhou recently. It happened that the restaurant I worked with got an invitation letter, so I came to ask, Grandpa Huang, are you interested? This is a big event in Liuzhou City, open to all Liuzhou people, Huang Grandpa, didn't you say that your ancestors sold snail noodles? If you look for relatives during this event, maybe you can find relatives?"
Old Huangtou has not been back for seven or eight years. He couldn¡¯t find it and gave up.
Jiang Xiaoye's words made Old Huangtou stunned, and he said a little excitedly: "Xiaoye, I understand what you mean. I will take this opportunity to find them, right? Yes, my ancestors relied on snail noodles to support themselves. This is It¡¯s a craft passed down from ancestors, if there is such an event, they will definitely participate!¡±
"Yes, and if you win the award, the city leaders and reporters of Liuzhou City will interview you. Grandpa Huang, are you sure? Do you want to give it a try?"
Sure enough, Old Huangtou was still unwilling to give in and still missed his eldest brother's child.
Back then, Old Huangtou almost starved to death. Grandma Huang¡¯s family used five pounds of sweet potatoes, two pounds of soybeans to buy him to farm, and finally they got married. Old Huangtou never forgot to find his relatives.
"Of course!" Old Huangtou said disdainfully, raising his chin slightly: "The craftsmanship passed down by my ancestors was famous in Liuzhou in the past. It is the most authentic snail noodle. Are the ones we have now worthy of being called authentic?"
"Try?"
Want to get rich!
Jiang Xiaoye started to encourage.
"You still don't believe it? I'm going to prepare it now, but I'm missing a lot of things!" Old Huangtou went to prepare with great enthusiasm.?I'm a fan.
"Old lady, do you have any Chen rice at home?"
"In the rice vat in the kitchen cabinet, there is old rice, which was dried two days ago." Grandma Huang came in with a bucket. Although she was old, her hands and feet were still pretty nimble.
"Come on, Xiaoye, help!"
"Okay, is the old rice delicious? I have new Northeastern rice at home. Can I get it when I go home?" Jiang Xiaoye quickly lifted out the half-meter vat under the kitchen cabinet. The rice inside obviously has a long-lasting smell.
"What kind of new rice do you want? New rice is not good. My secret recipe does not add anything. The main raw material is old rice, because the powder made from old rice is tough, strong and elastic. New rice is too soft. The rice noodles that come out stick to your teeth.¡±
Old Huangtou picked up a cloth bag and took it outside to pat it.
Soaking the rice, grinding the rice, and then cooking it in a large pot.
There was a clang on the wooden door, and Xiao Hei burst in, wagging his tail and ran to the pot to smell it. This busy work has been going on for an hour, but this is just the beginning.
¡°It¡¯s so troublesome, Grandpa Huang.¡±
Jiang Xiaoye felt that the process was too much.
"I went to Liuzhou a few years ago and saw the dry-cut powder processing in a factory in Liuzhou. It completely got rid of manual work and it was all done by machines. Alas, it lost a certain taste, but if you want to mass-produce it, this is the only way. They That machine is really fast. It selects the rice, then the machine cleans, soaks, crushes, and mixes it. Then it uses the machine to squeeze the filament, age it, wash the powder, loosen the filament, and dry it. It is a set of processes, mass production, and the progress of the times. It¡¯s too fast, and old craftsmanship will be eliminated if it can¡¯t keep up with the changes.¡±
Since he came back that year, Lao Huangtou has not made snail noodles a few times. The experience of fully automatic production was a big blow to someone with old skills like him.
Jiang Xiaoye smiled, walked to the corner and kicked Xiao Hei who was pulling the pickle jar. Why does this dog have a special liking for pickles?
"Woof!"
Lord Xiaohei, just smell it!
The little black butt, which had been prepared for a long time, twisted, but it was not kicked.
"Although the old craftsmanship is good, it cannot be popularized. It cannot be sold pot by pot like before. By the way, I remember there were pork bones before, right? I'll prepare it."
Jiang Xiaoye remembered that when he was a child, he and Dahan fished a big bone from the bottom of the pot.
"That's beef bone. The core of Section Chief Huang's snail noodles is boiling it with beef bones. The main ingredients are simmered with snails, beef bones, chicken racks, and spices. It needs to be boiled for more than twelve hours, and briquettes are used to cook it. .¡±
Old Huangtou rubbed his waist and bared his teeth and said, "I'm old, I'm old. My back hurts when I do some work. Let's take a rest."
"You are lazy!"
Grandma Huang, who was helping to sharpen the powder knife, saw that her husband was about to take a break and said angrily: "Xiao Ye is still waiting. When will your laziness get better? Hurry up!"
"Woof!"
hurry up!
Xiao Hei barked, wagging his tail enthusiastically, don¡¯t rest until you¡¯re making delicious food!
"How can you be the same as you were when you were old?" Old Huangtou muttered and continued to work honestly.
"Grandpa Huang, what is the spice?"
Spices?
Jiang Xiaoye doesn¡¯t know much about cooking ingredients.
"Ginger, sand ginger, star anise, cinnamon bark, bay leaves, cinnamon, cloves, grass fruits, um, amomum villosum, dried chilies, preferably millet pepper, and what else Sichuan peppercorns, yes, Sichuan peppercorns, others It doesn¡¯t matter whether you add the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, or tea, it¡¯s gone in this house.¡±
Old Huangtou remembered these recipes very clearly.
"I'm going to buy it. I have a big pot at home. Let me boil it. It takes twelve hours. I can just boil it until the afternoon and morning. What else do you need, Grandpa Huang?"
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