Siheyuan: The God of Cooking at the beginning, the wife and sisters

"Ding: Kneading dough proficiency +1, reward 1 insight point."

After Lu Feng kneaded the stick noodles twice, he finally collected ten comprehension points.

Then, he directly used all ten comprehension points to unlock the cooking skills with the lowest demand.

"Ding: You have successfully unlocked cooking skills (elementary)."

In an instant, a lot of cooking knowledge poured into Lu Feng's mind, and his head suddenly felt like drinking refreshing ice water in the summer, very comfortable.

Originally He just got up in the afternoon, his head was still a little confused, but he felt very energetic instantly.

"Ding: Congratulations on unlocking a skill, and you will be rewarded with 20 pounds of white flour!"

Immediately afterwards, the system rewarded Lu Feng with a bag of flour and placed it in the system space.

"Damn it!"

Lu Feng was shocked. He quickly checked the bag of white flour in the space and found that it was still extremely high-quality Fuqiang flour.

Ordinary flour is slightly rougher and not ground finely enough, but most courtyards cannot even buy ordinary white flour. Starting.

Because of the current market price, one pound of ordinary flour costs 18 cents.

As for Fuqiang flour, one pound costs 25 cents.

Moreover, Fuqiang flour is rarely circulated in the market. Basically, it is ordered in advance by cadres and leaders as soon as it comes out. Okay.

This 20-pound bag of Fuqiang flour is worth at least five yuan.

"I was rewarded with 20 kilograms of flour in one morning, which is a great deal!"

Lu Feng originally thought the system was rubbish, but he didn't expect the rewards to be so generous.

His family now only has more than 20 kilograms of stick noodles and more than 30 kilograms of sweet potatoes, also known as white potatoes.

There are no sweet potatoes in the capital, and they are not very sweet. The sweet potatoes.

The steamed buns he made were made from stick noodles, and then mixed with some chopped sweet potatoes.

The texture was really bad, and it even hurt your throat.

Now that Lu Feng has unlocked the basic cooking skills, he has many more recipes in his mind, and even He even knew the recipes created by chefs in later generations.

For example, this steamed bun.

In later generations, some breakfast restaurants in the north would also sell steamed buns, but they used fine glutinous rice flour and corn flour, and added some mutton and onions. A little, chop it into dumpling filling shape.

Finally, add clear oil, ginger powder, pepper powder, and salt and mix together. It tastes delicious.

Unlike now, people who eat steamed buns are poor people.

He can make it with stick noodles mixed with sweet potatoes. The steamed buns are pretty good.

If there is a famine, not to mention the corn noodles, sorghum, bark, corn cob cores and even mud can be used to make the steamed buns.

However, eating such steamed buns can easily lead to constipation. Children are generally not allowed to eat it

"20 kilograms of flour, if you save a little bit, it will be enough for two months."

My predecessor's life was not good either. I had never eaten white noodles in my life. Even if I had white noodles, they would be mixed with stick noodles and mixed into mixed noodles.

Thinking of this, Lu Feng shook his head.

Yesterday, he was still accompanying him at the wine party. The leader ate and drank wildly, basically using his chopsticks for every dish. Today he traveled to the Siheyuan, where he couldn't even afford white noodles.

Fortunately, he has a system, and it shouldn't be a problem to live in the Siheyuan.

The next step is to find A job, first complete the task released by the system.

Then, after taking out the bag of white noodles from the system space, Lu Feng thought for a while, and did not put it in a conspicuous position, but stuffed it into the cabinet.

He now No job, white noodles suddenly appear at home, others will be suspicious if they see it

"Knead some white flour and eat it first."

Lu Feng tried to take a bite of the freshly heated steamed buns. The first bite felt quite good. Mainly because he sometimes ate some whole grains in order to lose weight.

But after eating the whole steamed buns, he felt My throat felt a little uncomfortable.

The glutinous rice noodles are mainly made from stick noodles. Today's stick noodles are not as finely ground as in later generations. They are full of grainy texture in the mouth and scratch the throat. So Lu Feng gave up the rest of the bowl. A wowotou, ready to knead some white noodles to eat.

At the same time, while he was kneading the white noodles, the house became lively.

Jia Dongxu was thinking of occupying the Lu Feng family across the street so that he could move there after marrying his wife..

So in the afternoon, he carried a small stool and stood guard at the gate of the courtyard, waiting for the uncle to come back from work.

The main reason was that he secretly hid two white noodles in his pocket. If he ate it at home, he would be easily discovered by his mother.

Four in the afternoon Around 0:00, Yi Zhonghai hadn't gotten off work yet, and Yan Bugui, the third uncle in the front yard, came back from school first.

Nowadays, primary school is not as demanding as in later generations, and school ends around 4 o'clock in the afternoon.

"Who am I talking about? Isn't this Jia Dongxu?"

"Why are you sitting in front of my house?"

Yan Bugui is carrying some notebooks and writing brushes from school. Sometimes he can use them when writing invitations and Spring Festival couplets to the courtyard.

But there is a fee, not free.

"Who is sitting at your door? I am sitting at the entrance of the compound."

Jia Dongxu was not used to the Yan Laokou in front of him, and his tone was very harsh.

It was because when his father died, he invited Yan Bugui to come over and write an elegiac couplet.

In the end, the old guy charged him a dollar!

In front of the whole hospital. , he couldn’t refuse, so he asked his mother to take a dollar.

That night, he and his mother hid at home and cried so hard.

It was even worse than when he heard that his father was dead.

"Hey, why are you acting like this?"

"I am the uncle in the courtyard!"

Less than half a year after the establishment of the sub-district office, in order to facilitate the management of these courtyards, the sub-district office set up stewards in the courtyards.

In later generations, they were grid workers.

However, grid workers in some poor areas worked very hard. The villagers have many bad habits, such as eating on the ground, not liking to take a bath, washing feet, face, and vegetables in a basin... all of these must be taken care of. Some courtyards here in the capital are relatively small, with only one uncle.

Like their courtyard, There are three courtyards: front, middle and back. In the past, they were all royal palaces.

So there was an uncle in each of the three courtyards.

Yan Bugui was the uncle in charge of the front courtyard.

He was mainly a primary school teacher. He teaches Chinese in school and is somewhat educated, but his calculating personality is actually more suitable for teaching mathematics.

"Tsk, I’m not from the front yard, you can’t control me."

Jia Dongxu didn't look directly at Yan Bugui. He was from the Intermediate Court. His first uncle Yi Zhonghai also liked him very much, especially after his father died. He took good care of him.

Originally, he had to replace his father when he entered the factory. However, the elder took the initiative to help him complete some procedures and even offered to accept him as his apprentice.

"Then if you have the ability, don’t pass by my door in the future!"

Yan Bugui was angry. He snorted and walked home.

He didn't dare to speak harshly to Jia Dongxu. At his age, if Jia Dongxu beat him up, where would he cry?

However, he When passing by Jia Dongxu, he immediately smelled the smell of white flour because of his sharp nose.

"If you secretly eat white noodles yourself and let me eat steamed buns, I don’t think you have any filial piety!"

Yan Bugui muttered a few words.

He wrote several elegiac couplets to Jia Dongxu's dead father, but the other party was reluctant to part with even one dollar. He was not a filial child at first glance.

"Pooh!"

"Yan Laoxi, no one will burn paper for you when you die!"

Jia Dongxu spat at Yan Bugui's back.