Eighty-Four Fried Steamed Buns

Master Zhuzi was still dubious about Shen Jiao's words, and said to himself, "Prickly ash can kill insects? Does it have such a spirit?"

Uncle Liu hurriedly said, "Isn't this girl just told to give it a try? You can go back and cook porridge this way for Zhuzi to drink. You won't know if you don't work well!"

"Yes, yes, I'll go back right now." Master Zhuzi came back to his senses and was about to leave, not even caring about the mutton on the ground.

Uncle Liu saw Master Zhuzi, who had no masters, and hurriedly instructed: "I still have some rice in my house. You can ask my daughter-in-law to grab a few handfuls for you. I will take care of the mutton for you, so you can go back safely!"

Lord Zhuzi nodded gratefully, and he didn't care about what to say, he strode away, and soon disappeared.

Uncle Liu shook his head, squatted down and gathered the mutton of Lord Zhuzi to his stall, and soon someone came to buy mutton, most of whom asked about Uncle Liu's own fat mutton, but he tried his best to amortize it. Lean mutton from Lord Zhuzi.

Shen Jiao took Ma Xinghua to see other stalls, and Ma Xinghua asked in a low voice, "Jiaojiao, can pepper really fight insects?"

"It says so in the book, but I haven't tried it." Shen Jiao replied.

Ma Xinghua breathed a sigh of relief when she heard what the book said: "Then you can't go wrong, Jiaojiao, you have read a lot of books."

Her tone was envious, and the Ma family had extraordinary respect for scholars, which is why Ma Xinghua was able to graduate from primary school, unlike other girls on the farm who never went to school for a day.

A girl like Ma Xinghua who graduated from elementary school can be said to be a female champion in the local area, and there is not even one in a hundred people, and there are very few of them.

But Ma Xinghua felt that she had learned too little, because she had heard the third brother's letter before, saying that all the girls in the city had attended junior high school and high school, and even went to college, and said that the girl was no worse than the boy, she must be Let the family go to school for her and Lanhua, don't be like the other girls in the village, who get married and have children at the age of fourteen or five!

Ma Hongbing's words still carry a lot of weight at home, and that's why Ma Xinghua was able to graduate from primary school. If it wasn't for the school closure, she might even have gone to junior high school and high school.

That's why Ma Xinghua is very envious of Shen Jiao for reading so many books, and she is willing to get close to Shen Jiao. In her opinion, a literate person is a good person, a civilized person!

If Shen Jiao knew what she was thinking, she would definitely correct her very seriously. A literate person would be more terrifying than an unliterate person, and she was very careful!

The three of them strolled around booth by booth and bought some food such as white flour and cornmeal one after another, and things were almost ready. Ma Xinghua said that she was going to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy sugar, oil and salt, etc., and the three of them went back.

Shen Jiao suddenly stopped and walked over to one of the stalls. The location of this stall was very remote, and the front of the stall was very deserted. There were few customers, and they all left after asking a few questions. Few people.

What attracted Shen Jiao's eyes was the stuff sold at the stall. It was a common snack in the alleys of the sea market. It was called Shengjian Mantou. After the steamed buns, the pork was frozen, and it was fragrant after a bite. It was Shen Jiao's favorite sea market snack.

It’s just that this kind of snack in the north is rarely seen, and even if there is, there is no authentic Haishi.

Not to mention Sanlibao Town, where there are only rough and solid mutton buns, one bun can make Shen Jiao half full, and the fried steamed buns can't even be seen.

Suddenly, Jiangnan snacks appeared in such a small northwest town, so it was no wonder that Shen Jiao was attracted.

The person selling the fried steamed buns was a middle-aged woman in simple and clean clothes. She was dressed no different from the local women. She was also a pair of jackets with patches. The red turban covered her face tightly, revealing only a pair of deep eyes. .

In spite of being very ill-dressed,

But Shen Jiao could still see the difference in this woman. The most different thing was her temperament. It was completely different from the women around her who seemed to be burning eggplants. She was clean, her body was neat and tidy, and there was also the booth in front of her. , is also very refreshing, with white and tender noodles lying on the panel, next to a pot of mixed stuffing, and two small bowls.

One bowl was green chopped green onion, the other was fried sesame seeds. There was a small stove in front of the woman, and an iron plate was placed on the stove, and a dozen steamed buns were fried zestiously, exuding an attractive fragrance.

After the steamed buns were fried, they were shoveled to the side and sprinkled with chopped green onion and sesame seeds. The aroma instantly escalated, attracting more people to watch, mostly parents who came with their children.

"What's this? It looks weird and good-looking."

The middle-aged woman didn't answer, just stretched out two fingers to compare, and then lowered her head and wrapped the steamed buns again.

"It turned out to be a mute. It's very particular about food and food, but it's a bit expensive. This small one costs two cents, and one can't fit in my mouth!"

"That's right, two cents can buy a big biscuits, what are you doing?"

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Most people were frightened away by the price quoted by the woman, and only a few couldn't bear the child's pleading, and bought one for the child to try out for two cents.

The child bit through the skin of the uncooked steamed bun, revealing the bright pork jelly filling inside.

"Let's go, this smell is killing people!"

The adults scolded and dragged the child away, for fear that if they stayed there, they would no longer be able to bear the loss of the family!

Shen Jiao couldn't hold back when she smelled this familiar fragrance, she quickened her pace, and almost trotted to the woman.

"Auntie, give me ten uncooked fried rice." Shen Jiao said crisply, handing over twenty cents.

The middle-aged woman paused, her head that had been lowered quickly lifted up, and she glanced at Shen Jiao very quickly, her eyes were looking at and exploring, but she quickly lowered her head again and took out a clean piece of paper , packed ten uncooked pancakes and handed them to Shen Jiao, the big one and the small one touched them with both hands.

The woman's hand was a little cold, but Shen Jiao still felt the softness and tenderness of this hand, and involuntarily looked at the woman's hand that wrapped the steamed buns.

The nails are beautifully manicured, the surface of the nails are polished, there is no dead skin on the side, the fingers are slender and white, and there is no thick deformation of the knuckles caused by the local women's work in the farm. It is obvious that the owner of these hands takes great care of her hands. , very well maintained.

This woman could never be a local peasant woman!

Although Shen Jiao was curious, she did not lack the desire to explore. The current situation between her and her grandfather did not allow her to have too much curiosity. Anything that had nothing to do with her and her grandfather, no matter how attractive she was, she would not. will be one step closer.