After entering the yard, Fangzheng saw that Yang Hua's door was open. Billowing white gas surged out like an upside-down waterfall. However, this was not smoke, but water vapor …
At the same time, the courtyard was filled with the fragrance of noodles and a familiar sweetness. It was the smell of steamed buns.
Smelling it carefully, there was also the fragrance of bean paste. This should be the fragrance of bean paste buns or bean paste buns.
As he walked closer, Fangzheng's eyes lit up. "Bean Paste, these are steamed bean buns. Haha, you came just in time?"
The moment Fangzheng said that, someone happened to walk out of the house. This person had walked out backwards, and in his hand was a curtain made of sorghum stalks. On it were countless white, tender, and fragrant mantous. It was Yang Hua's younger brother, Yang Ping.
When Yang Ping saw Fangzheng, he laughed out loud. "Abbot Fangzheng, I knew it. As long as there's good food, you will definitely come."
Fangzheng did not blush as he said with a smile, "Amitabha. How can I miss such delicious food?"
At this time, another man who was carrying a curtain also came out. It was Yang Hua. Yang Hua smiled. "Abbot Fangzheng, didn't you say that monks abstain from eating delicacies and enjoying themselves? Look at how greedy you are, you're breaking the precepts. "
Fangzheng said disapprovingly, "To put it bluntly, it's to abstain from desire. However, This Penniless Monk has no intention of becoming an otherworldly old monk. I definitely can't stop eating. Let's not talk about this anymore. This Penniless Monk will have a taste first. "
As he spoke, Fangzheng picked up a huge mantou. The skin was extremely smooth and tender, and it was a little sticky. With a pinch, it was incomparably soft, softer than a sponge! It felt so good! However, the mantou that had just been taken out of the pot was a little hot, but Fangzheng knew that it was the best when it was just taken out of the pot!
If it got cold, he would miss the most delicious time.
Therefore, Fangzheng stuffed it into his mouth. Ignoring Yang Hua and Yang Ping's jokes, he bit down on it. He felt his mouth fill with softness, fragrance, and sweetness. It was extremely comfortable.
Fangzheng finished the huge bun in a few bites. Just as he was about to grab one, he realized that a bunch of little fellows had appeared in front of him!
Lone Wolf stared at Fangzheng with widened eyes. He looked angry as though he was saying: "A master who eats alone isn't a good master!"
Squirrel looked peeved as well. Red Boy smacked his lips and said, "Master, we haven't eaten yet."
"If you haven't eaten, then go eat. Why would I stop you? Remember, don't waste it! "said Fangzheng with a smile.
Hearing this, the group of little guys jumped up happily. They turned around and chased after Yang Ping and Yang Hua. In the northeastern countryside, almost every household would make a large pile of dumplings, steamed buns, bean buns, red bean buns, rice cakes, and the like. Then, they would put them in the house and freeze them with the help of a natural refrigerator. In this way, as long as he took out a few of them and steamed them while cooking, it would be a ready-made delicacy. It was more convenient and nutritious than instant noodles.
At the same time, it was also the children's favorite snack. It could be said that there were many benefits …
However, a family clearly did not have the ability to make steamed buns, bean buns, and the like for the entire family to eat for the entire winter. Therefore, it was basically all the relatives, the neighbors, the villagers, and everyone who had nothing to do would be called over. Everyone worked together to make the steamed buns. With more help, the children would naturally come. The best way to coax children was naturally delicious food. Therefore, the steamed buns, bean buns, and the like had to be taken good care of before they were sent to the house to be frozen. Of course, the adults would definitely have a taste of it …
As such, it became a habit. Although the host did not need to treat the helpers to a meal, the steamed food had to be eaten by everyone. However, these were not valuable items. Even if they did not help, people would not fuss over such things when they were not rich. They were willing to share it, and in exchange, they would laugh happily.
Therefore, activities like steaming steamed buns and making dumplings were like celebrating the new year to the villagers. When a large group of people gathered together, it was a joyous occasion. The children played while the adults chatted and laughed. Immediately, the cold winter was no longer cold.
Fangzheng sometimes even suspected that this custom was developed because there was no place to play in the cold winter. It was too lonely and everyone felt uncomfortable at home.
Of course, this was just a thought. Steamed buns, steamed bean buns, steamed rice cakes, and so on, in the Northeast, not only represented eating, but also represented many people gathering together to play. It also represented a kind of hope and blessings for prosperity. This was also a special gathering in the northeast. It could be considered an appetizer before the new year.
Ignoring his disciples, Fangzheng entered the house. Indeed, in the rooms on the left and right, there were large round tables on the stove beds and on the ground. There was a group of people surrounding them. Some were kneading noodles, some were making steamed buns, and some were making bean buns … All of them were chatting happily. Upon seeing Fangzheng, all of them waved their fair hands and smiled, revealing their white teeth as they greeted him.
Fangzheng returned the greetings one by one before rushing into the back kitchen.
In the back kitchen, Du Mei and a few other women were busy. Each of them was in charge of a stove. On the stove, there were seven to eight high steamers. The white mist came from there. As the mist was too thick, Fangzheng could not tell who was who …
However, this was no longer important. Fangzheng's gaze had already landed on one of the two curtains that had yet to be taken out on the high table!
The curtains by the side still had steamed buns on them, but this one was different. On it were tiny golden things that looked like an upright egg. They were very beautiful.
At that moment, Du Mei saw Fangzheng. "Stop looking. They're still raw."
Fangzheng immediately sighed.
Du Mei smiled. "There aren't any freshly cooked ones left, but there are frozen bean buns downstairs. Do you want some?"
Fangzheng immediately said, "Of course! Of course I have to eat it! "
With that said, Fangzheng ran out and saw Yang Ping and Yang Hua standing there, looking at him with a dumbfounded look.
Fangzheng was taken aback. "Patrons, what's wrong?"
Yang Hua said with a bitter smile, "Abbot Fangzheng, are the animals on your mountain reincarnated from starvation? Why can they all eat so much? That youngest fatty has already eaten two steamed buns … That wolf has eaten half a steamed bun. Also, that monkey is also a big eater. There's no need to mention Jingxin, but this fellow has eaten ten and is still clamoring for more … Tell me, why didn't you come earlier? "
Fangzheng glanced at Squirrel, whose cheeks were puffed up from eating. This fellow actually had the intention of using his mouth to take the buns away!
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