C17 Thousand Layer Cake Ripples

Generally speaking, the four seasons in Nanxi River were mild. After the spring flowers were thanked one by one, the summer wind blew slowly. However, for some reason, this year's Nanxi River seemed to ignore this spring. It was simple and straightforward and wanted to rush into summer.

This sudden feeling of sultry made Xiao Yunzhi even more agitated and uneasy.

Xiao Yunzhi rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, and finally found the pair of precious drum hammers that his father had always treasured. He understood. This was the most valuable item in the Xiao family, and it was also a symbol of his father's honor. If he were to give it to Wang Qingtan, He absolutely couldn't let his father know, or else it would be the same as taking his life. However. . . At this point, he had no other choice. He picked up a piece of blue Valkyrie and hurriedly wrapped it around the pair of precious drum hammers. Then, he walked towards the nine rooms.

However, when he arrived at the nine rooms, the door was tightly shut. The neighbor told him that the Wang father and son carried the basket of rice that they soaked in the rice ash water last night to the easternmost part of the village, the house of Wu Diao. Xiao Yunzhi walked towards the house of the eagle without stopping.

As soon as he entered the house of the eagle, Xiao Yunzhi immediately saw the rare bayberry tree that was dug out from the cliff of the Lanshan Brush yesterday. It was carefully leaning against the barrier in front of the hall, covered with a red silk cloth.

Just as he passed through the road tank, he smelled a fresh scent of rice. "Thousand Layer Cake!" Xiao Yunzhi had already guessed that the fragrance was a long-awaited childhood delicacy - "Thousand Layer Cake. " But what he did not expect was that the one who cooked the "Thousand Layer Cake" in front of the stove of the Wu family was actually Asparagus, while the one who added firewood in front of the stove was Wang Qingtan.

Xiao Yunzhi felt especially close to the stove of the house. He lost his mother at the age of six, and as the eldest grandson of the Xiao family, he lost his mother. His grandfather and father had very strict requirements for him. He was very envious that the three brothers had a gentle and honest mother. The old Chee-ker, Si Mu, was like a Bodhisattva, caring and caring for his children. Xiao Yunzhi often brought his two-year-old sister to the Ye family when he was young. Old Si Mu of the Ye family treated the two of them as if they were his own family. Once there was something delicious to eat, he would treat them as if they were his own family. In the end, he sent Chee-ker, who was about the same age as Xiao Yunzhi, to call them Xiao siblings. This "Thousand Layer Cake" was the warmest memory of Xiao Yunzhi and his sister when they were young.

In the early years, Nanxi was not rich. The villagers were busy farming, and when they were free, they worked as craftsmen. There was not much food left. Therefore, when the first season of rice in June came out, In order to satisfy the children's appetite, the new rice was soaked in gray rice for the whole night. The next day, the rice would be ground into a yellowish rice paste and then placed on a big steamer in the pot. The fire in the stove was blazing, pouring a layer of yellow rice milk that was already well prepared and thickening into a layer and evaporating a layer. In total, a few layers of it had to be evaporated. It all depended on the housewife's preferences, but there would definitely be quite a number of layers. Thus, it was called "Thousand Layer Cake. " Because the procedures were complicated and required fine food, It was rare to eat it during normal days, but only when the new rice was first served. Only at home that doted on children would they make this kind of Thousand Layer Cake that was easy to digest and had a unique flavor. Therefore. . . It became the childhood delicacy of the children of Nanxi.

When the new rice was cooked every year, Xiao Yunzhi and Chee-ker became soldiers in front of the stove of the Ye family. Inside the long and narrow urn made of three stone slabs, the stove of the Ye family, Xiao Yunzhi and Chee-ker became the spearhead army. There was a large fire tongs made with silver mixed in it. Several generations of people had held it. The fire forceps were held so tightly that the hair on the head was shining with a silver light. This large fire pincer was very heavy, and Little Yun Zhi had to use all his strength. He had to use both of his hands to pick up a piece of pine wood and send it into the stove. However, at that time. . . He was happy. Because he could always see Old Si Mu pouring thousands of layers of cake on the stove layer by layer through the small 'eating hole' below the stove, he could always see Old Si Mu pouring thousands of layers of cake on the stove layer by layer. The water vapor covered Old Si Mu's face and hair. In Xiao Yunzhi's eyes, He was simply like a Bodhisattva.

The citizens of Nanxi had always respected the Ovens' King and always invited the Ovens' King to the top of the wall. And below the Ovens Lord, There was a small square hole, and the children who were burning the stove were anxious. As they smelled the fragrance of the food in the room, they occasionally stuck their heads out. Through the small hole in the stove, they looked to see if the food had been served. Seeing that his mother had picked up a dish, he quickly threw it away with a fire pincer. He scuttled to his mother's armpit and picked up a new dish that was steaming hot with chopsticks. She placed it by her mouth and blew on it, sending it into the mouth of the child who had already opened his mouth. Thus, the small hole under the chimney wall. . . In Nanxi, it was called "Look at the hole. "

When Xiao Yunzhi was a child, he and Chee-ker started a fire together at the Ye family. In the end, he would often jump under his mother's armpit and eat the freshly steamed Thousand Layer Cake. Xiao Yunzhi also wanted to eat it. He didn't dare to, he was shy. After all, Old Si Mu wasn't his mother. But. . . Every time Old Si Mu picked up the first chopsticks for Chee-ker, he would always pick up another one. He would put it into Xiao Yunzhi's mouth. Xiao Yunzhi looked up at Old Si Mu. His face was warm and serene. At that moment. . . Xiao Yunzhi hoped that time would stop in this warm stove. A warm feeling rose in his heart. Pure and satisfied. . .

The aroma of the Thousand Layer Cake made Xiao Yunzhi walk to the stove that he was most familiar with.

In the same watery mist in the kitchen of the house of Ye, Asparagus was busy. The bronze spoon in Asparagus' hand. At least a hundred years had passed. At this time, she had already used this hundred year bronze spoon. He poured the last layer of rice milk. In front of the stove, Wang Qingtan was adding firewood. He kept shouting through the "eating hole" to the asparagus, "Is it cooked? Is it cooked?"

Xiao Yunzhi took a look and smiled. "Uncle Qingtan, you're only three years old!"

Finally, the lid of the pot was about to be lifted. Wang Nanyuan and Wang Qingtan ran to the stove together. A layer of mist rose up. After dispersing, they laid quietly on the wooden steamer. The round, thousand layer cake was tender, yellow, like jelly. The surface of the cake was concave like a clear pond in the rain. It was sparkling and translucent. The freshest chives that had mixed in the rice milk earlier were like a few stars. Meanwhile, The fresh rice fragrance, the rice ash fragrance, and the chives fragrance were mixed together and emitted a unique fragrance that assailed the nostrils.

Wang Qingtan could not wait any longer. He picked up the kitchen knife and wanted to cut off a piece. "Wait, Uncle Qingtan!" Ashiya'er held a small thin bamboo knife in her hand to block Wang Qingtan's big kitchen knife. "Uncle, you forgot that the Thousand Layer Cake won't taste good after being dipped in iron gas. "

"Oh, oh, oh, oh. Then cut it. Cut it. Cut it quickly! "

Ashiya'er used the long and slender bamboo knife in her hand to draw a few times on the perfectly cut Thousand Layer Cake. In an instant, the Thousand Layer Cake was struck into a uniform rhombus-shaped shape. She carefully picked up a piece and put it into the blue-white porcelain plate. She handed it to Wang Qingtan and said, "Uncle, be careful! It's hot!"

Wang Qingtan didn't care about the heat. He took three bites, two bites, and one thousand layer cake. Then, he took the porcelain plate and put it in front of Weinier.

Finally, when the first pot of thousand layer cake was almost all put into Wang Qingtan's stomach, he walked out of the kitchen of the Ye family and to the front of the hall in satisfaction.

The sun was shining brightly. The great business of carving the Ye family's Changzi Ye pushed his father, Old Ye, who was sitting in the wheelchair, to the front of the hall. Finally, Chee-ker served a plate of Thousand Layer Cake to his father.

"Old Ye, I have been thinking about the taste of the Thousand Layer Cake for so many years. He had eaten a lot of Thousand Layer Cake outside, but it was not the original taste. I didn't expect today that Asparagus still has this unique skill. Try it, it tastes exactly the same. Oh, no, it seems to be even better! "

Old Ye laughed. "In the past, you were called a dissolute glutton, but now, I don't know if Feng Buliu will be able to touch you, but I don't think your gluttonous nature has changed at all!"

"In life, food and drink are two words!" Wang Qingtan winked at the old Chee-ker.

"Your life is more than just eating and drinking!" Old Ye snorted, "You lost to Old Chee-ker in the competition! In a fit of anger, he burned the pair of precious Mugu Hammers, not allowing Old Xiao to beat the drum in the ancestral hall. Do you know that this is a treasure that our Chee-ker family has made for generations!? "

"When did that happen? Didn't I bring you such good yellow Yang wood today? It's rare to find such good wood in a thousand years. It's enough for you to make a few pairs of drumsticks! I risked my life to get it for you. We're even!"

Xiao Yunzhi, who was listening on the side, was completely dumbfounded. He took a step forward and opened the blue cloth bag in his hand. He took out the pair of drumsticks and gave them to Old Ye. " Chee-ker, is this pair of precious drumsticks that my father keeps fake? "

Old Ye picked it up and looked at it. "It's not fake. This pair was made by my father later on, but the wood is not old enough. Therefore, it's not as good as the pair that was burned. "

Wang Qingtan, who was at the side, saw the pair of wooden clubs. His eyes lit up, and he reached out his hand to grab the pair of wooden clubs. Xiao Yunzhi turned around and said, "Uncle Qingtan, you like it?"

"You don't want to talk nonsense?" Seeing that Wang Qingtan had become anxious, Xiao Yunzhi said, "Alright, let's go to the ancestral hall. If you agree to one of my conditions, I'll give you this pair of drumsticks!" After saying that, he walked out of the door of the Ye Family. Wang Qingtan followed closely behind Xiao Yunzhi.

"No, Uncle Qingtan, you can't listen to my brother!" With a crisp shout, Xiao Xiaoyun spread his arms and blocked the way of Xiao Yunzhi and Wang Qingtan.