Chapter 29: You Tiao (1/2)

She slept beautifully all night, and the next day Zhong Ziqi woke up to find that the sky was gloomy outside, and it seemed that it was going to rain. He hurriedly took the mushrooms and cucumbers that were dried outside to the house, and covered the firewood in the yard to prevent it from getting wet.

In the morning, Zhong Ziqi didn't have any appetite, so he cooked a pot of rice porridge and made a braised bamboo shoot with oil. When Zhao Zhengan came to eat, Zhong Ziqi swears that he definitely saw a trace of disapproval. He triumphantly thought that the chef was what he had to eat what he did.

Zhao Zhengan scratched his head. He hadn't had porridge for a long time. Since he was with his wife, his three meals were white rice, and the minimum was two days with meat. So he was really surprised to see the porridge. But still sit down and eat obediently. Although he is picky eaters, he can eat anything if there is no meat.

After dinner, Zhong Ziqi drove Zhao Zhengan away. He mixed a small bowl of noodles with salt and alkali in the kitchen, covered it with a lid, and waited for the noodles to rise. In order to be quicker, he went back to the house and took some clothes to cover.

Then there was nothing to do, it was about to rain, and the sky was getting gloomy and he couldn't do much.

”Zheng'an, stop playing, catch the chicken back, it will rain for a while.” Zhong Ziqi shouted at the courtyard.

”Know it.”

Zhao Zhengan, who was having fun with Dahei Xiaohei, went into the henhouse to catch the chicks. Now the chicks are almost as big as one's palm, and he runs unambiguously. Zhao Zhengan has turned several times. Catch it all. Put it in the chicken coop and bring it to the house. Two puppies followed barkingly behind their buttocks.

Before noon arrived, there was rain in the sky, first pattering and then crashing.

Zhong Ziqi and Zhao Zhengan were sitting in the room listening to the rain outside. Except for the barking of the dog and the chirping of the chickens, no one spoke, but silence is better than the sound. They don’t need to speak to prove their presence, because they already know that the person is right beside them. It’s a strange feeling, but Let them enjoy it.

The summer rain came and went quickly, and it finally stopped after an hour. The air after the rain has a different kind of freshness. The dark clouds dissipated, and the bright sun peeked out of the clouds, exuding a warm light.

After the rain, the road was wet and hideous. Zhong Ziqi strictly ordered Zhao Zhengan and the two restless dogs not to go out and run. Zhao Zhengan nodded droopingly.

”Hey, I'll make good food for you tonight.” Zhong Ziqi said.

Sure enough, Zhao Zhengan's eyes lit up again, instantly regaining his vitality. Food is indeed a powerful medicine, whoever tries it will make it easier.

Rainy days are always particularly suitable for laziness. Zhong Ziqi and Zhao Zhengan take a bite when they are hungry, and sleep in after eating. The afternoon is about to pass in a blink of an eye. Zhong Ziqi still remembered the noodles he made in the kitchen, and let Zhao Zhengan entertain himself. After finishing his clothes, he went into the kitchen.

What can you do? He can steam buns, steamed buns, and can do many things. What he wants to do is deep-fried dough sticks.

You tiao is a little troublesome to make, mainly because it needs to be left out. Zhong Ziqi has only made it once before and thinks it is better to buy it and not make it. This time he picked it up again, just to treat him as a novel food.

Modern people love to eat so much, and I believe that ancient times will not be so bad.

Carefully avoiding the puddles and entering the kitchen, opened the tightly covered basin, the surface inside was already bubbling and swelling.

Zhong Ziqi washed his hands, kneaded the noodles, rolled the noodles, then Zhong Ziqi cut the noodles into small strips about ten centimeters long and one centimeter wide, and stretched them together into small strips, and put them aside, and so on. There are about thirty in total.

”Zhengan? Zhengan?” Zhong Ziqi shouted at the door.

”Daughter-in-law?” Zhao Zhengan ran over in a hurry.

”Come and help me set the fire.”

Zhao Zhengan nodded, sitting by the stove and setting fire skillfully.

Zhong Ziqi poured one-third of the oil into the pot, which was too much waste, and he poured less. At best, it was a little bit slower.

When the oil is hot, Zhong Ziqi puts the noodles in the pot, and the noodles instantly change color. As the oil rolls up and down, it becomes golden yellow in a short while. Zhong Ziqi takes it out and puts it in a basin to dry, and then continues to fry. leftover.

Although a heavy rain has brought down the hot temperature a lot, the heat in the kitchen is always unmatched.