"Then I'll find the axes and cut them shorter." Old Master Chen turned around and said to Xiaoxi, then went back to the house to find the axes.

"Binbin, let's go and hold firewood... Oh, don't worry, your red potato will not run away here..."

The two siblings ran a few times, brought a bunch of big firewood and threw it next to the oven. Mr. Chen took an axe and "flowered" the firewood into two pieces, which was so convenient to burn.

"Hua" firewood means splitting the entire tree tube into pieces with an axe, which is also called chopping firewood, but here they are called "Hua" firewood.

During this period, Xiaoxi went back to the stove and lifted the lid of the pot. The soup was bright red in the pot, and even the lotus root was dyed, which reduced the soup by half. Xiaoxi turned it over with chopsticks, and the layer of lotus root on it was outside the soup.

I added more than a pound of rock sugar, added a few handfuls of wolfberry, covered the pot with a lid, and said to Grandma Chen: "Mama, it's better to stew it on low heat, and you won't have to burn it for about half an hour."

Grandma Chen nodded with her eyes hanging down.

After "flowering" all the firewood, the red potatoes should have been almost baked, so I held the square wooden strips and took the iron plate away.

Holding the wooden handle, I took out the iron plate. I saw that the red potato on the side next to the iron plate was a little burnt yellow, the skin was a little wrinkled, and the others seemed to have no change. I pinched it with my hands and it was hot, and the whole red potato became soft. It was cooked.

"Hehe... Master, look, the red potatoes that are roasted like this are so good, and they are not black, so they won't be dirty." You should praise me quickly, it's the arrogant look I thought of. The unhappiness I just now has long disappeared.

Chen Yubin wanted to see how the red potatoes he had roasted early, so he hurriedly asked to get the iron plate and pull the iron plate, but was stopped by Mr. Chen.

Because of the addition of large firewood, the iron plate on the top was burned slightly red. You can imagine how high the temperature was. Mr. Chen was afraid that he would burn him, so he was not allowed. He wore gloves and came to pick it up in person.

So Chen Yubin was a little disappointed. Seeing that the red potato was ready, he raised his head.

"Well~ OK, okay, my Binbin is the smartest." Seeing that Mr. Chen didn't say anything, he was busy and ignored him. Chen Yubin pouted slightly, and Xiaoxi quickly praised him.

"Master, it seems that this is OK. We will start making chestnut cakes when we go back." Carefully, the roasted red potatoes were carefully peeled off, and then took a bite.

Mr. Chen, who was standing beside him, was also eating roasted red potatoes and carefully looked at the oven with Xiaoxi, "Okay, let's make it after eating the red potatoes."

Chen Yubin had already returned with the roasted red potatoes to share with Grandma Chen.

The two of them looked at the oven for a while, then they returned to the house with the red potatoes.

After eating a roasted red potato, I washed my hands and the stream went on the stove.

Uncovered the lid of the pot, only half of the soup left, the color was black, red and shiny, and it was very sticky.

"Mom, this pot doesn't need to be burned, so you can get all the firewood back." Then I took the basin, put the glutinous rice lotus root and soup in the pot into two basins, and brought it to the chopping board.

I took out a slice, put two plates, poured it on a layer of honey, poured it on another layer of soup, put a few dates and wolfberry, the white and tender glutinous rice, and the bright red soup, which looked very beautiful.

He also filled ten glutinous rice lotus roots alone in a basin, which attracted Chen Yubin to serve the plate. He took this opportunity to put the remaining twenty glutinous rice lotus roots and a small pot of soup into the warehouse while it was steaming.

"Ma, I'll give you all this." Xiaoxi brought the basin to the dining table and pushed it to Grandma Chen in front of the table.

Grandma Chen drooped her eyes and stared at the basin for two seconds. Without saying much, she stopped it. She knew that the three of them were from the same group, and nothing she said was useless. Forget it, I won’t waste my saliva.

When she pulled the chopsticks, Xiaoxi smiled and said, "Master, Binbin, you guys should try it, how about it?"

Mr. Chen took the chopsticks and took the lead in picking up a piece of glutinous rice lotus root, threw it into his mouth, chewed it, raising his eyebrows, and praised: "Yes, it's quite delicious, soft and glutinous... Although it's a sweet food, it's sweet and not greasy."

It is made of noodle lotus root, so it is softer.

After hearing this, Grandma Chen and Chen Yubin hurriedly picked up glutinous rice lotus to eat.

"Well~ delicious." He likes to eat sweets, and with the softness of lotus roots and glutinous rice, he likes it even more. Thinking of the more than twenty glutinous rice lotus that the stream just now, Chen Yubin smiled at the stream with a thief.

"Tsk~ It's very delicious." After tasting the glutinous rice lotus, Grandma Chen said in surprise. "The stream monster knows how to cook, and hasn't taught her how to cook, so she tastes delicious. From childhood to adulthood, no matter whether she has seen her or not, she has made it very delicious."

"You still have to have talent..." Mr. Chen said arrogantly, nodding and echoing: "You don't see that she can speak, so she gave her mother some advice. It's strange that she can cut this and fry it. After she said this, it's better to make it taste better."

"Haha..." Xiaoxi smiled a little embarrassedly. He didn't want them to continue the topic, so he changed his mind and said, "Master, eat quickly. After finishing the meal, it's time to make chestnut cakes. It's almost noon."

"Oh, yes, yes."

The few people then accelerated. After a while, two plates of glutinous rice roots were eaten. The whole family got up and started making chestnut cakes.

"Master, I'll bring the lard can over here, I need to use lard." After eating the glutinous rice lotus root, Grandma Chen got up to wash the dishes and chopsticks, and the rest were still sitting next to the fire.

Xiaoxi’s family has a small round pot of more than 10 to 20 kilograms, which is used to hold lard. A few days ago, my family killed pigs and I just boiled a full can of fresh lard.

Their lard cans are also placed in the house where grain is stored next to the bedroom, placed in a small cabinet, and placed with rice and flour.

Xiaoxi still remembers that when she was very young, she went to scoop rice into the pot while cooking. If there was not much rice in the rice pocket, she would have to lean into the cabinet half of her body, which was very funny.

Put the lard can in the cabinet. If the lard in the kitchen is finished, use a small bowl and a large spoon to scoop a bowl, so that it can be eaten for a while.

"Isn't there a small basin of lard in the cupboard?" Mr. Chen pointed to the cupboard and said, "That means using the cupboard first, don't touch the whole jar."

"Master, the lard in the cupboard is old, and it is better to use fresh lard." The lard in the cupboard still eats half a jar of lard. When it is time to fill it with fresh lard, it is scraped out and placed in the cupboard.

The old lard was boiled with the stew oil I bought in the first half of the year. It was not too old, but if you have fresh lard, of course, you should use fresh lard.

Mr. Chen had no choice but to nod, he would have to eat sooner or later.

Xiaoxi still had the strength to carry the pottery jar of more than ten or twenty kilograms without blushing or breathing.

I found a small basin, scooped a few spoonfuls of lard from the lard can, and put the small basin into the outermost hot water pot to heat up the lard.

The outermost pot has been washed and boiled with water. The lard is solidified and is more convenient to use if it turns into liquid.

I scooped the flour again, and the ratio of flour to lard was two to one. Without a small scale, it was impossible to be accurate, so I guess it was roughly.

Transfer the flour and heated lard into a ghee.

I scooped out some flour, which was 5 to 2 in proportion to the flour used for ghee, and the lard was about the same as what I used just now. Divide it into two, add sugar and salt in half. Add hot water to make dough, which is used to make pastry.

After putting all three doughs in, they put them in the basin and let them sit for about twenty minutes. Because the three doughs are about the same size, Xiaoxi found a pen and made a mark so that they would not get busy and get confused in a while.

After putting the dough on it, let it sit aside and wake it up. Next, prepare the chestnut filling.

Mr. Chen was holding the stove and Xiaoxi watched from the side.

Scoop all the water in the pot, wait until the pot is heated, pour in a little rapeseed oil. The oil is smoked, pour the pounded chestnut paste into the pot, and stir-fry with a spatula like stir-frying.

Xiaoxi reached out and grabbed a handful of chestnut mud. He could pinch it and roll it into a ball. This is the frying. He spatula out of the pot and put it into an iron basin.

Roll the pastry dough into slices with a rolling pin, divide the butter ball into two parts, wrap the butter ball into the dough piece, wrap it up, use the rolling pin to roll the dough piece wrapped in the butter ball into large pieces, fold it into large pieces, and then fold it into a molded thin piece, preferably rectangular.

Mr. Chen rolled it into a rectangular shape, and the chestnut cakes he made were about the same size.

Carefully roll the rolled thin slices into long cylindrical shapes from one side and cut them into small pieces with a kitchen knife.

"Master, this is like making buns and dumplings. It also needs to be rolled into a skin, then wrapped in fried filling, and then..." Xiaoxi paused for a while and said to Mr. Chen in a daze: "Master, I forgot something."

"What's the matter?" I heard that I had to roll the dough, which was Mr. Chen's specialty. I turned around and found a small rolling pin and scooped water to clean it. Because I turned my back to the stream, I didn't find anything wrong.

However, Chen Yubin saw it, but Xiaoxi looked at Mr. Chen and didn't tell him, so he couldn't interrupt.

Xiaoxi said with a sad face and annoyed: "Master, I forgot to use molds. My family didn't do these things before, and I think it's not enough. I guess no one nearby has this thing..."

It seems that I can only press it with my hands. The ones that can be pressed with my hands are not evenly, and it is not as good as pressed with a mold. But what can I do? Who made me think of it now...

“Yes, there is at home…”

Hum? Three pairs of puzzled eyes looked at Mr. Chen in unison.

"Hehe... we have a mold at home." Old Master Chen said embarrassedly again.

"Where did we get the mold? Why don't I know?" Grandma Chen said in disbelief.

Seeing that Grandma Chen didn't believe it and her two grandchildren looked at him in disbelief, Old Man Chen said in a bad tone: "I'll just say there is." He put down the rolling pin and left the house, and said, "I'll find it for you to show it."

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Chapter completed!