Chapter 20 Sanding Buns
A series of filling, kneading, and smooth movements, even if the audience was mentally prepared in advance, they were still stunned.
Those who are greedy, those who question, those who are surprised and admired, those who are disdainful in every possible way...the barrage debates endlessly.
Nanzhi was not affected at all.
Her movements are neither urgent nor slow, full of leisurely rhythm.
I took out the bamboo steamer I borrowed from the neighbor earlier and steamed the sandwich buns and diced pork buns in separate pots.
The first thing to come out of the oven is the Sanding Bao. The dough is white and soft, and the aroma is light and pure.
After Nanzhi nodded in agreement, he held a bun in a small bowl and quickly lowered his head and took a bite.
The dough is soft and tough. After breaking open, the hot and abundant soup splashes out, and the tightly locked aroma collides with the air, gradually spreading, and the fragrance floats ten miles away.
The ultimate deliciousness shocked Nanyi's taste buds, making him widen his eyes, as if he couldn't believe that there was such a wonderful delicacy in the world!
Then the steamed buns with diced pork came out, and Nan Yi liked them so much that she grabbed one in each hand and her mouth was filled with oil.
——It’s like a mukbang scene!
I don’t know when the barrage stopped quarreling:
[I swallowed hard when I saw it. 】
【As wise as I am, I have already ordered takeout in advance. 】
[I reiterate for the nth time, this is not a baby show, it is a food show! 】
【God, when will I be able to enjoy this craft! 】
……
Nanzhi looked at Nanyi eating with a smile.
Except for the occasional reminder to "eat slowly", I didn't say much.
Nan Yi felt a little uncomfortable after being looked at for so long.
He asked hesitantly and awkwardly:
"You... don't want to eat?"
"Wait a minute. I'll send the buns to the next door first."< br>
Nanzhi said, putting half of the three-packed buns and diced pork buns into the lunch box.
Nan Yi was stunned, and anyone could see the pain in his body.
Nanzhi thought he would protect the food and stop it.
In the end, he endured it.
I just tried my best to look away and stuffed the remaining steamed bun in my hand into my mouth. My little face swelled up and down, like a breathing little bun, looking pitiful and cute.
Nanzhi is overjoyed, and her laughter is like a clear spring in a mountain stream.
Nan Yi seemed to feel that Nan Zhi was making fun of him, and immediately straightened his back, pretending to be a cold adult.
Little did he know that those bulging cheeks had already betrayed him.
In order to save her son’s face, Nanzhi suppressed laughter and prepared to go out to the neighbor’s aunt’s house next door.
Nanyi didn’t even think about it. The little bun had a bulging face, cold and well-behaved:
“I want to come together.”
"Yeah."
Nanzhi held him and went out together.
My aunt, whose surname is Qian, came to Yanjing with her husband to work in her early years and lived in this shanty town for more than 30 years.
My aunt is not poor. She owns the house in the shantytown. With her years of hard work in Yanjing, she also built a new house in her hometown and bought a house for her daughter in other first-tier cities.
Aunt Qian and his wife have no relatives or friends in Yanjing, and their daily life is monotonous. It is rare for them to meet someone like Nanzhi Nanyi, so they are particularly friendly to them.
Nanzhi arrived for the first time two days ago. Thanks to this good relationship, he got through the most difficult period. Now of course he has to reciprocate the favor.
Aunt Qian was very surprised by Nanzhi's arrival and insisted on taking mother and son to eat together.
I also called my old man back from the small supermarket.
The four of them sat around the small square table in the yard, enjoying themselves as if they were a family.
Nanzhi laid out the steaming noodles:
"It's steamed buns with diced pork..."
Aunt Qian, who is already half a Yanjing native, kept nodding her head:
"Yes, it tastes authentic when you smell it! Xiaonan, your craftsmanship is really good. Ah!”
“…and Sanding Baozi.”
The second half of Nanzhi’s sentence stunned the old couple. Nanzhi's eyes were sparkling with full sincerity, and her voice was as gentle as running water:
"My accent sounds like she's from Jiangnan. I don't know if these Sanding buns are to your taste."
Aunt Qian, who has always been quick and easy to work with, stuttered when she spoke:
"Xiao, Xiaonan, you are too careful!"
Uncle Li was also frightened and said no.
They rarely receive such respect, and they feel even more flattered.
Nanzhi smiled and said nothing, just pushed the plate forward.
The old couple were filled with emotion and joy, so they each picked up a sandwich bun with chopsticks and put it into their mouths.
At that moment, their souls were struck.
The memories that I thought were numbed by life have become vivid and fresh again.
The smell of hometown keeps coming out of the corners and cracks, and finally gathers into the taste on the tip of the tongue.
Emotional Aunt Qian burst into tears immediately.
Uncle Li was a little reserved and his eyes were red.
Nanzhi was frightened and asked quickly:
“Does it taste wrong?”
Aunt Qian shook her head, with tears in her smile:
“It’s okay, I just miss home.”
After a pause, she chewed the dough in her mouth carefully, choking slightly,
"It's so delicious. It tastes exactly like what I used to eat at home."
Nanzhi stared blankly at Aunt Qian's seemingly happy but weathered face.
Aunt Qian was already immersed in memories, telling Nanzhi about her hometown town, the first time she went to the city as a girl, and the most delicious Sanding buns she ate in a state-owned restaurant.
"...But now, I think Xiaonan, your Sanding buns are more delicious than the ones in that state-owned restaurant!"
Uncle Li nodded silently.
For the old couple, this is not only Sanding Baozi, but also their nostalgia for more than 30 years.
Nanzhi’s memory floats, as if he also thinks of that small town, that small courtyard, that old man...
"When I woke up in the morning, the sun was already high, and I felt my heart was agitated. I took a walk in the teahouse. Mixed dried silk threads, flavored cakes, crab shell yolks, thousand-layer cakes, jade siomai, and triple buns. Clear noodle soup, crispy fire, Longjing tea. The fragrance floats..."
Aunt Qian suddenly hummed an old folk song from the south of the Yangtze River, babbling, melodious.
Uncle Li put down his chopsticks, his smile making the wrinkles on his face relax.
Nanzhi held her chin up and tapped her knuckles on the table in time with the rhythm.
Nanyi’s face was cold, but her calves were swaying slightly in pleasure under the table.
Early spring is slightly cold and the sun is bright.
The jujube trees in the yard were rustling in the wind.
The camera switches to a drone, shooting from the air.
This scene, which is like a beautiful spring day, has also been recorded.
【I have been working outside for many years, and suddenly I feel homesick. 】
[If nothing else, Nanzhi is very sincere. When the neighbor couple heard that she cooked local delicacies, they were obviously stunned. 】
【I do have a somewhat changed view of Nanzhi. I thought she was just taking advantage of her neighbors, and I was a little disgusted. 】
【She is really attentive, I would be moved to tears. 】
【No, you also believe the script? 】
【Is it okay if I have eyes? If Nazhi's acting skills were so good, he wouldn't be scolded in the entertainment industry to this day. 】
[...Poof, burst out laughing. I actually think it makes sense! 】
【I recognize the script, at least I was really moved and pleased. 】
……
(End of this chapter)