"Pack to me." Lin Xiyan said with a big bag, looking at the shrimps in the vegetable basket, "The shrimps have just been fished up not long ago and they are very fresh."

"The boss didn't lie to me." Hua Banzhi said with a smile.

The three of them walked home talking and laughing. Lin Xiyan plunged into the kitchen and dealt with the prawns.

When the flower is half a branch, turn on the fire and chop the pork into the filling while cooking porridge.

After Lin Xiyan peeled the prawns, he also chopped them up and mixed them with the pork filling. He put a little salt, pepper and the ingredients on fire and baked them with a small rolling pin, rolled them into powder and put them in the filling.

Without Thirteen Spicy, the seasonings of five-spice powder are made in this way to remove the fishy smell and season them.

Chop the onion, ginger and garlic into pieces and mix them with the filling ingredients.

The reason why "Hakka stuffed tofu" is unique is inseparable from its strict production process. "Whip" is a Hakka verb, which means "implanted tofu" and "simplanted tofu" means "tofu with meat filling".

It is said that stuffed tofu is related to dumplings in the north. Cut the white and tender tofu into small pieces, dig a small hole in the center of each small piece of tofu with a spoon, and fill it with the prepared filling.

After doing these preparations, the porridge was cooked, and I took it down, put it in a stir-frying pan, and poured in a little oil. Lin Xiyan planned to fry the tofu.

Soon the kitchen was filled with a strong aroma of meat, mixed with the fragrance of tofu.

"Hehe..." Hua Banzhi suddenly laughed.

Lin Xiyan, who was frying tofu, turned around and looked at her and said, "Why are you laughing at?"

"I finally understand why the stuffed tofu is called dumplings from the north." Hua Banzhi smiled.

Lin Xiyan smiled and said, "The Hakka ancestors used to live in the Central Plains and produce wheat locally and often use flour to make dumplings. Later, due to war and other reasons, the Hakka ancestors migrated to the south to live. Lingnan produces more rice, less wheat, and very little flour, and stuffed tofu becomes a food to replace dumplings." After a pause, they said, "Often they cook in a casserole for a long time, and then eat with MSG, pepper and other seasonings. The fried ones are also delicious, and they are fast. We are trying other methods when we have time."

Lin Xiyan took out the fried tofu and put it on a plate, and put it in other unfried tofu again.

"If these are enough, let's eat them! If not, I'll buy some on the street." Lin Xiyan carefully frying the tofu with a spatula.

"Enough, enough, I'm enough. I'm not adding a meal in the afternoon. It's hard to digest if I eat too much in the evening." Hua Banzhi quickly said, "I'll just drink a bowl of porridge tonight."

"No, no, let's divide it evenly. Four of them should be enough to eat." Lin Xiyan said quickly, fearing that Hua Banzhi would not eat it, and he would feel wronged.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Xiyan fryed the tofu and placed it on a plate.

Lin Xiyan took the cooking pot, took the teapot and filled it with water, placed it on the fire, and sealed the fire.

When Lin Xiyan turned around, Hua Banzhi and Zhou Guangming had already brought the food out and set the table.

Lin Xiyan sat at the dinner table, looking at the lonely stuffed tofu in the middle, "I don't even have a serious dish, I'll go and cook another dish."

"Sit down, sit down, we can eat so much." Hua Banzhi pressed down with both hands, "These are enough, enough." Looking at him, "You want to make a few, it's wasteful if you can't finish it."

"The three of us can be at least two dishes!" Lin Xiyan said very seriously when she looked at her.

"This is a dish again, and it's equivalent to a steamed bun." Hua Banzhi held the chopsticks and spoons and grabbed the stuffed tofu into the plate in front of him and said, "Eat!"

"Okay then!" Lin Xiyan looked at her reluctantly and agreed, making up her mind to buy more breakfast and Chinese food.

With his personality that is not wasted, everything will definitely be stuffed into his stomach.

Hua Banzhi picked up the stuffed tofu for Zhou Guangming and put it on a plate, and finally put it on himself.

"My mother made it so delicious." Zhou Guangming said with a greasy mouth.

"Not worse than what the master of the teahouse made." Lin Xiyan swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "The tofu tastes delicious, tender and fragrant. After filling it with the white and tender tofu, it adds a texture and makes it more chewy."

Hua Banzhi looked at the stuffed tofu in the plate and let him fry it golden, which made people's appetite greatly increase.

The stuffed tofu is soft, tough, tender, smooth, fresh and fragrant. The tofu is tender and smooth, and the meat filling is delicious, rich and mellow, making people salivate.

There were four people in each person, accompanied by white porridge, which was delicious. While eating and chatting, Lin Xiyan put down the bowls and chopsticks, and Hua Banzhi and Zhou Guangming also put down the bowls and chopsticks.

Seeing this, Lin Xiyan smiled on his face and looked at them gently.

"Auntie, why are you laughing at?" Zhou Guangming asked curiously.

"You didn't notice that your meal slowed down." Lin Xiyan looked at the two of them with a smile in his eyes.

After Lin Xiyan reminded me, he came over and said, "Yes!"

"I understand why this is the case?" Hua Banzhi chuckled and said when she heard this.

"Why?" Lin Xiyan asked at her with a trembling eyelash.

"It's too hot!" Hua Banzhi blinked at him playfully and said, in fact, it should be the close-to-Zhuzhe Chi.

"Haha..." Lin Xiyan shook his head and laughed, "This is just one thing, the second is that there are many dishes on the dining table, but the most fundamental thing is..." After careful consideration, "I have been eating habits for many years."

Hua Banzhi's black eyes flashed when she heard this. Is it because of eating habits or the etiquette developed by the children of a large family since childhood, which is reflected in all aspects of life, like rubbing bones and blood, and it is revealed inadvertently.

It is something that their mud legs who are busy with life all day long and cannot understand.

Lin Xiyan stood up to clean up the dishes, and Hua Banzhi wiped the dining table. Zhou Guangming happily went to get a broom and a grey bucket.

The three of them cleaned the dining table and kitchen together. Lin Xiyan took the drawn drawings and spread them on the coffee table.

"Wow..." Zhou Guangming exclaimed, "My uncle painted it well! I can see clearly."

Lin Xiyan painted a top view, which looked a bit three-dimensional.

No wonder Zhou Guangming was surprised, clearly visible.

"About you have seen it. The furniture in the room is just drawn based on what we discussed yesterday. When the house is repaired, how to arrange it in detail." Lin Xiyan looked at them and said.

"Then you are now?" Hua Banzhi said in confusion.

"I'm focusing on the kitchen and bathroom now." Lin Xiyan pointed to the kitchen location.

"The kitchen is good like this." Hua Banzhi pointed to the direction of the kitchen.

Although the glass table in the kitchen is not as diverse as the later generations, the overall picture is similar.
Chapter completed!