jdhmnovel Chapter 107 Strange Dumplings, Strange Sauce
Chapter 107 Strange Dumplings, Strange Sauce
Uncle Li, who was busy making dumplings just now, rushed to Old Fu with his hands covered in flour.
Because he sprained his waist because he was walking too fast, he raised his voice and asked, "Did I hear you wrong just now? Tell me again, what do you want to dip?"
"Dip it in ketchup, what's the problem?"
The two men faced each other across the condiments table.
"Dumplings should be dipped in vinegar!"
"Ketchup, sweet and sour, delicious."
"Just dip it in vinegar!"
"I just like ketchup, so what?"
“I only like it dipped in vinegar!”
They both turned around and looked at Uncle Liao who had just entered the restaurant, and asked in unison: "What do you think we should dip our dumplings in?"
"I dipped it in chili oil, what's wrong with that?" Uncle Liao looked confused, not knowing what they were arguing about.
Everyone present was busy with their own work while watching the fun.
Old Fu and Uncle Li quarreled every two days on average. People had seen this so often that no one tried to break them up.
In less than three minutes, the two of them will be back to normal.
There's no need to call him "Jia Zai". The two of them quarrel too often.
Fu Lanshan and Teacher Li probably have to arrange for a boarding school to catch them quarreling.
As soon as Uncle Liao joined the battle, the scene suddenly became chaotic.
Uncle Li has a loud voice and relies on yelling when there is an argument.
Old Fu talks a lot. He can say ten words to every word spoken by others.
Uncle Liao is the peace ambassador and stands between the two of them.
The left side said: "Everyone calm down and be calm."
The one on the right said, "You all should stop talking and avoid hurting the harmony."
Sometimes I have to work part-time as a microphone passer.
Old Fu raised his chin and told Uncle Liao: "Tell him that I, Fu Zhicai, would rather starve to death today than eat dumplings without ketchup."
"Old Liao, tell him that dumplings dipped in vinegar are the most delicious in the world. I, Li Dangjian, only eat dumplings dipped in vinegar, otherwise I will starve to death."
Uncle Liao slapped his forehead and shouted to Lin Qinglan, "Principal Xiao Lin, the two of them said don't worry about them, they are not hungry."
"If they don't want to eat it, put it all in my bowl. They agreed."
The whole room burst into laughter. Old Fu and Uncle Li became angry and pointed their spearheads at Uncle Liao:
"Who taught you to translate like this?"
"Did I say that? You misinterpreted my meaning."
"Lao Liao, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person! You betrayed your brothers for a bite of food."
There was nothing wrong with Uncle Liao, he just wanted to eat two more bowls of dumplings.
Chef Wu watched them arguing and suddenly had an inspiration.
Ran to the warehouse and got a bunch of things.
"This is the strawberry jam I bought when I made stir-fried strawberries and celery."
“Wrap it in dumplings and eat with sugar.”
He took out another bag of glutinous rice balls stuffed with black sesame: "Dumplings wrapped in glutinous rice balls, two delicacies in one bite, perfect match!"
"You can eat this with honey. It tastes sweet."
"Anyone like the rice stuffing? It's definitely filling and you can dip it in mustard sauce."
Lao Fu and Uncle Li rarely stood together and shouted, "Lao Liao, stop Master Wu quickly, he is the heretic."
Lin Qinglan also felt that Chef Wu’s creativity was too advanced.
For example, stir-fried dragon fruit, pineapple and cherry tomatoes, stir-fried pork ribs with orange, stir-fried shredded potatoes with ginger... scared off a lot of people.
Fortunately, Chef Wu’s creativity is intermittent, and the creative dishes he cooks are only served in small portions for tasting, otherwise their cafeteria would be famous for its weird cuisine.
Old Fu obediently went back to learn how to make dumplings from his master Aunt Liang.
"I really learned it. If you give me another chance, my son will eat it no matter how it is cooked."
Aunt Liang didn't quite trust Lao Fu's ability, "I'll demonstrate it again, watch carefully."
The dough cut into small portions is flexibly turned in Aunt Liang's hands, and with the help of a rolling pin, it is transformed into dumpling skins of uniform size and appropriate thickness.
Wrap a spoonful of dumpling stuffing with the aroma of oil in the dumpling skin, pinch and squeeze it in your hands, and the white, plump and cute dumplings will come out.
"Do you understand?"
Lao Fu nodded: "I understand. It's not difficult. I guarantee that the one I make will be exactly the same as yours."
Three minutes later, Lao Fu wailed as he pinched out a round dumpling with the filling still exposed.
"The eyes have learned, but the hands haven't."
Aunt Liang took a look and pointed out the problem: "The dough is too thick and too difficult to cook."
"If the stuffing is not packed properly, it will leak out when put into the pot."
"It's too difficult!" Old Fu pounded the chopping board in pain, crushing his dumplings into pancakes with one punch.
Lao Fu suddenly had a burst of inspiration. If you can't make dumplings well, it's the same as eating pies.
He followed the principle of adding more filling to the crust and more dough to the filling, and succeeded in making a thick pie.
When he went back to the second class, Mr. Fu reluctantly told Aunt Du, who had come to take over, "You must put my pie away. It is related to the relationship that is being repaired between me and my son."
Aunt Liang reminded Aunt Du with some concern: "Your hands are frostbitten, it's best not to touch water, just help make dumplings."
"I'll leave the frostbite medicine I asked someone to bring for you at your seat later. Remember to take it."
On the other side, the "Five Great Kings" of the physics class, who were known for their strong hands-on ability and creativity, hummed the first song covered by their band "Old Naughty Boys" while giving full play to their imagination.
"Do you think this shape looks like a mouse?"
Uncle Wang rubbed a tail for his "mouse dumpling".
"Mine looks more majestic than yours. I named it Monster Dumpling."
Uncle Liu pinched a dorsal fin for his dumpling, and this strange dumpling can stand up, like a Godzilla.
Uncle Li and Uncle Wang made dumplings in the shape of fried dumplings while the other used the wonton making technique.
Uncle Zhou’s is the most normal, but one of his dumplings is equivalent to five normal dumplings, and is a giant version of the dumpling.
Teacher Yu looked at the square dumplings in his hand and said with emotion: "As expected, we are from the same class. We all like to be abstract."
By noon, the dumplings were lined up to be put into the pot.
Old Fu and Uncle Li also took a step back and tried each other's secret dipping sauce.
No matter whether they are square dumplings or round dumplings, as long as you make them yourself, everyone will eat them up and there will be no waste.
After eating, remember to bring a few for your kids at home to try.
Old Fu carried his big pie and went out in a proud and confident manner.
Because his "dumpling pie" would fall apart when cooked, Lin Qinglan thought for a long time and decided to bake it in the oven.
Anyway, it’s not a dumpling anymore, so who cares whether it is cooked or not?
……
Uncle Qian's son Xiao Qian and all the other family members were waiting at the school gate early, looking forward to the super delicious dumplings that Uncle Qian had mentioned.
From a distance, I saw Uncle Qian playing games with his head down, without even looking at the road.
Xiao Qian frowned and criticized him: "Dad, how many times have I told you not to play with your phone while walking? Why don't you listen?"
"I'm asking you a question. Are you really trying to piss me off to death?"
Uncle Qian turned a deaf ear and continued playing games.
Dabao, the first-grade son, tugged at Xiaoqian's clothes and said, "Dad, my grandpa is playing in the promotion match, please don't disturb him."