Chapter 66 Authentic
At noon the next day, Han Guishan sent a WeChat message to tell Jiang Feng that the rice bran he wanted was ready.
After receiving the call yesterday, Han Guishan's assistant rushed to nearby counties and villages overnight, collected several hundred kilograms of late November mature late rice from local fellow villagers, and personally supervised the grinding of ten kilograms of rice with only chaff and rice skin. The chaff, not a grain of rice was mixed in.
Jiang Feng really wanted to know the monthly salary of Han Guishan's assistant to be able to work so hard and die.
Judging from the pictures sent by Han Guishan, the rice bran selected by the assistant fully met Jiang Feng's requirements.
Jiang Feng felt that tonight was the time for him to complete his side mission.
After an exciting day, Jiang Feng went to Han Guishan's house earlier than expected. He arrived early at 6:30 and unexpectedly met Han Youxin who was being taught by Han Guishan for stealing snacks.
When Han Guishan opened the door to Jiang Feng, Han Youxin was crying with the chocolate bar in his mouth.
"You are still crying. You say that you are a little man and you like to cry more than other girls. How many times have you cried in the past few days? Your mobile phone was confiscated for three days. How dare you leave the driver and go to the supermarket to buy snacks? , you know you are a child alone How dangerous is it outside? Your mother went to the Netherlands today, and no one will see you crying! Go upstairs and do your homework, and spit out what’s in your mouth before you go up! Then he scolded Han Youxin and chased him upstairs to do his homework.
Han Youxin still had tears on his face. He inhaled loudly and reluctantly spit out the chocolate bar in his mouth. Before going upstairs, he glared at Jiang Feng angrily.
The words "you are the culprit" were written in tears.
Jiang Feng:? ? ?
When did he provoke this little fat man? He didn't mention him before when he secretly ate egg custard in the kitchen of Chenfeng Elementary School. It was Teacher Zhou who educated him!
"Classmate Xiao Jiang, my son is ignorant and spoiled by his mother. Come on, come and see if this rice bran will work." Han Guishan enthusiastically welcomed Jiang Feng to the kitchen.
Jiang Feng didn't have much research on rice bran, so he grabbed a handful and looked at it. Combined with its production method, it was already very original. If we want to get closer to what Han Guishan ate in the past, we can only sprinkle some sand into it, and go directly to the hospital after a meal.
"It's already very good." Jiang Feng praised sincerely.
The two exchanged a few more polite words, and Jiang Feng started making pickled vegetable dumplings.
After watching Jiang Feng work for several days, Han Guishan was already familiar with the production steps.
But today was a little different. Jiang Feng didn't make the noodles first but boiled the rice paste first.
This step is exactly the same as the one used by Han Guishan’s mother to make pickled vegetable dumplings!
Han Guishan is from Shenzhen City. Before 1979, Shenzhen City was just a small and extremely poor fishing village. His family had many children and could not feed them at all. Han Guishan's father is an only son. He has two brothers and seven sisters. There are ten children in the family. Counting children and the elderly, there are barely four laborers. Because Han Guishan's mother gave birth too frequently, she was injured when giving birth to his little sister, and she passed away when he was fourteen years old.
Han Guishan has never eaten rice since he was 6 years old. His father is a fisherman and his family cannot even drink a sip of fish soup. The family usually drinks a thin, watery paste with wild vegetables. They can only eat dry food during the Chinese New Year. All the food in the family was exchanged for coarse grains in order to prevent everyone from starving to death. A pair of trousers was passed down from the eldest brother to the younger sister, and the family was truly stripped of its walls. It was also due to extreme malnutrition all year round that his father died of overwork before he reached his fifties. His two brothers also died young in their 40s before enjoying much happiness. Only he and his three youngest sisters are still alive today.
Han Guishan remembered that every Chinese New Year, his mother-in-law would take out her treasured rice bran and cook it in a pot of paste. Then when making pickled vegetable dumplings, she would add a little rice bran into the paste so that the cornmeal would not cut the throat.
At that time, during the Chinese New Year, other people's houses would smell of fish, so their family would eat pickled vegetable dumplings smelling the fish smell, and having something in their stomach would keep them warm until dawn.
Han Guishan watched Jiang Feng making pickled vegetable dumplings, but his thoughts had already drifted to other places. When he came back to his senses, he was surprised that he remembered the past.
He has stopped thinking about his childhood for a long time. Since his father, brother, and sister passed away one after another, Han Guishan has been very shy about his time in Shenzhen City. In order not to think of the days when his relatives were still around when he was a child, Han Guishan moved to City A and completely cut off all ties with Shenzhen City. When he reunited with his three sisters, he never mentioned Shenzhen City.
"Classmate Xiao Jiang, you...why did you suddenly think of adding rice bran?" Han Guishan asked.
"I asked my grandpa, and he said that when he was a child, he would add rice paste to cornmeal to prevent it from cutting his throat." Jiang Feng replied casually. You can't say that your grandmother did this, so I do the same.
Jiang Feng kneaded the dough into the same size and put it into the steamer.
Because the quality of the cornmeal was so bad, even though Jiang Feng had kneaded the dough very finely and added a lot of rice paste to it, it still felt rough to the touch. Not to mention eating it, it would definitely cut your throat and grind your tongue.
When the pickled dumplings were steamed and taken out of the pot, Jiang Feng was a little hesitant to take them out.
From the appearance to the feel, these twelve pickled vegetable dumplings can be said to be perfect.
Han Guishan felt as if he had returned to his childhood. During the Chinese New Year, he, his ten brothers and sisters, his father, grandma and grandma sat together, eagerly waiting for the twelve pickled vegetable dumplings in the pot. Grandma would always give half of her pickled vegetable dumplings to the three boys. At that time, Ninth Sister and Tenth Sister were still young, and each of them could be full with half a dumpling. Everyone is gobbling it up and taking big bites, it’s the happiest time of the year.
Now, the same twelve pickled vegetable dumplings.
Han Guishandao's eyes turned red.
Han Guishan took out his mobile phone and called his little sister.
"Hey, brother, what's wrong? Call me now." Han Guishan's little sister is considered to have a good fortune among all the children. After only ten years of poverty, the Shenzhen market developed, went to school, and is now a Middle school art teacher.
"During the Chinese New Year, I'll call your ninth and eighth sisters. Let's go back to Shenzhen City to see our parents, grandparents, eldest brother, second brother, and fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh sisters. It's been many years, and I won't I know how my old house is doing." Han Guishan said.
"Brother... you... okay, you haven't gone back to see them for many years."
"Well..."
"Ding, complete the side mission [Precious Memories] and get the mission reward item [A Memory of Han Guishan]."
Jiang Feng didn't respond.
Because Han Guishan cried.
A successful businessman with a net worth of over one billion and over fifty years old squatted on the ground and buried his head in his arms, crying loudly after hanging up the phone.
Jiang Feng was a little frightened.
Han Youxin had been hearing the noise upstairs and ran down to see his own father crying more exaggeratedly and miserable than he had in the past two days combined. He immediately glared at Jiang Feng and shouted, "What did you do to my dad?"
Then Han Youxin saw the pickled vegetable dumplings on the table.
He had been eating pickled cabbage dumplings for two days, and he could tell with just one glance that the pickled cabbage dumplings on the table were tastier than the ones from the previous two days combined.
Han Youxin felt that he had found the truth.
"The straw dumplings you made must be so delicious that it made my dad cry!" Fatty Han Youxin said firmly.
"Little bastard, what nonsense are you talking about!" Han Guishan was just too sad, but he was not deaf. He choked and reprimanded Han Youxin, "Classmate Xiao Jiang, don't pay attention. I was a little rude just now. I'm sorry, I won't give it away this time."< br>
"No, no, no," Jiang Feng said repeatedly, leaving the Han family in an almost floating state. (End of chapter)