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This is Xu Ning's most intuitive evaluation of Zhouzhou.

As the editor of Lixing Magazine and a fan of Roujiamo, he is naturally no stranger to Baijimo, the iconic noodle dish in the northwest region.

It is not difficult to make the steamed bun skin crispy, but it is very difficult to make the Baiji steamed bun taste rich and layered without making people feel dry and hard.

This reminded him of the high-gluten steamed buns he often ate as a child. At that time, his father was busy with work and didn't have much time to prepare breakfast for him, so he would buy high-gluten steamed buns and cook a pot of simple egg and vegetable soup.

His favorite breakfast is to tear apart the high-gluten steamed buns layer by layer and then soak them in vegetable soup to eat.

Even if the vegetable soup is drunk to the end, the torn high-gluten steamed buns are still not chewy, and the more you chew, the more delicious they become.

Later, Xu Ning went searching several times, but was never able to find the man who sold the steamed buns. The chewy and sweet high-gluten steamed buns of the past could no longer be eaten.

Zhouzhou's Baiji Steamed Buns evoked memories of his childhood. Although the Baiji Steamed Buns were made in a different way from the high-gluten buns he remembered, the layered texture was the same.

When the Baiji steamed buns have such rich layers, the braised pork in cured sauce is made even softer, fatter and more fragrant. The perfect combination of soft and hard is in line with the laws of nature and human relations. Then take a bite of the delicious food oozing out from the seams of the steamed buns.

Gravy has become the greatest enjoyment in the world.

Therefore, when eating Roujiamo, you cannot be as polite as Su Rou. You have to suck it while eating it and make a "sizzling, sizzling" sound. This is the greatest respect for this delicacy.

There were quite a few Northwest passengers on the train, and all of them were experts in eating Roujiamo, so this noise was made in every carriage. Not only did the passengers from other places not get bored, but they also followed the Northwest people and learned to eat Roujiamo.

The most authentic way to make steamed buns...

When the sound became loud enough, it turned into a brainwashing magic sound. Su Rou, who was enjoying the delicious food, listened for a while, then looked down at the meat bun in her hand, and actually started to open her mouth and suck it.

The delicious gravy in the steamed buns rises.

"It turns out you can still eat it like this, Meiqi, it's quite interesting."

Lu Meiqi rolled her eyes at her and said nothing, thinking to herself, I have eaten all the meat buns, are you telling me this?

...

Deep in a certain carriage, Yuanyuan had unceremoniously snatched away her boyfriend's meat buns, but this was not because she was greedy, but because of an old woman sitting opposite her.

The old woman opposite was wearing a traditional Tibetan dress, with soft ripe sheepskin inlays on the shoulders. However, the dress was very old and had more than one layer of patches on the cuffs and elbows.

Her round eyes were a little wet. She saw a piece of blue sky in the old woman's eyes, and also saw the mountains, rivers and ravines on the old woman's face. What a face that had gone through vicissitudes of life, but no matter how many years passed, the old woman still couldn't stand it.

But he still has a pair of eyes that only children can have.

Yuanyuan remembered that when she was eating Roujiamo, the old lady once glanced at her quietly, then lowered her head in embarrassment, and took out a ball of tsampa that was already dry and hard from the bag on her shoulder.

Eat slowly.

The old man probably didn't have many teeth anymore. She couldn't chew such hard tsampa directly. She could only slowly wet it with saliva and rub it gently in her mouth. But she couldn't help but look at the tsampa in her hand again.

She made Roujiamo several times, and every time she was spotted by Yuanyuan, the old lady would quickly look away like a thief.

"Grandma, we sold too much Roujiamo, can I give this to you?"

Yuanyuan didn’t think the old woman was a glutton. Maybe it was the old man’s first time seeing Roujiamo and he had no money to buy it? She thought she should treat her grandma just like she did, and invite the old man to try Chef Zhou’s craftsmanship.

"The roujiamo is delicious. It is made by Chef Zhou. Grandma, please don't be polite."

"Thank you for your kind girl. A kind-hearted person like you will definitely be blessed by the Lucky Heavenly Mother."

Perhaps because Yuanyuan saw through her thoughts, the old lady smiled shyly.

“How can a grandma eat a child’s food…

On the plateau, sometimes food is a life.

Remember grandma’s words, kind child, don’t give your food to others easily.”

Yuanyuan was stunned and said: "Grandma, it's only a dozen yuan, you don't have to worry about it, just eat it."

"Thank you for your kind child. Grandma still won't eat it... Grandma just wants to ask you, does the Bai Ji Mo make you feel rich and layered?"

"Yes! Grandma, have you ever eaten it?"

Yuanyuan's eyes widened, it seemed that she had thought wrong.

The old lady may be reluctant to buy a piece of Roujiamo because she has no money, but it’s not that she has never eaten it.

"The cured meat in the bun should be 40% fat and 60% lean. The aroma of the gravy and wheat noodles blend well. The Baiji bun can completely absorb the fatty part...the gravy also absorbs the flavor of the wheat noodles.

Sweet, isn’t it?”

"Yes, grandma, you turn out to be a gourmet!"

Yuanyuan looked at the old lady in front of her in surprise. She had eaten too fast just now, she knew it was delicious and didn't think much about it. Now that she thought about it, it was just like what the old lady said.

"That's right, this is the Roujiamo I've been looking for..."

The old lady took another look at the white buns with evenly browned circles on the outside, and the golden-red braised pork with cured sauce that slightly exposed the seams of the buns. Her face was full of joy and regret.

"Grandma...you just said that this is the 'rougamo' you have been looking for?"

We had just finished the busy dinner. Due to the strong demands of the passengers, Zhou Zhou had to walk to each carriage to accept the praises from these delicious passengers in person. This made people a little embarrassed, so he walked quickly and arrived just in time.

When I got to this carriage, I heard the conversation between Yuanyuan and the old lady.

“Wow, it’s Chef Zhou!

Grandma, this is Chef Zhouzhou!"

Zhou Zhou approached the Tibetan old lady and asked: "Grandma, if I guessed correctly, there must be some story behind this meat bun, right?"

Can you tell me why you are looking for it?"

"Young man, are you the chef who makes this kind of roujiamo? You remind grandma of what happened many years ago..."

As the old lady slowly narrated, Zhou Zhou, Yuanyuan and the nearby passengers gradually became silent. Some girls' eyes gradually turned red and tears began to roll down their faces.

In the mid-1950s, a Han boy who came to Tibet met a Tibetan girl named Dama by the beautiful Namtso Lake.

The lake water in Namtso is very cold and the wind is very strong. In winter, the cold here can freeze cattle and sheep to death; for a Han guy from Chang'an, this is definitely not a suitable place for him to live.

But there is Dama here, and he can always see the cleanest world in Dama's eyes...

They fell in love.

When the educated youth returned to the city, the Han boy's parents gave harsh words. If he refused to return to the city because of a Tibetan girl, he would never have to come back again.

It was a winter, and the Han boy knelt beside the cold and windy Namtso Lake, facing the east all night. It was Dama who warmed him with her chest for two days and two nights, and then he rescued his sweetheart.

From that day on, the Han boy never left Namtso, because his most beloved girl was here.

The old woman's eyes gradually became moist: "His surname is Ma, and his ancestors have been the best Roujiamo masters in Chang'an City for generations. I know that he actually wants to go home, and misses the Roujiamo made by his father even more."

Now that he is ill, his only wish is to be able to eat the meat buns made by his father again. He told me that the meat buns that are just out of the pot will shine..."

Zhou Zhou nodded: "Grandma, if I guessed correctly, did you go to Chang'an?"

"I'm going, I want to find his family and ask them to teach me how to make Roujiamo, so that I can fulfill his last wish and let him eat Roujiamo freshly out of the pot."

A blush suddenly appeared on the old woman's old face, as if she had turned back into the beautiful and passionate Tibetan girl she once was.

"He stayed in Namtso for the rest of his life for me, and that's all I can do for him.

But I can no longer find his family members, and other Roujiamo masters are unwilling to teach me."

Governor Zhou took a breath and said, "Grandma, I have always had a wish to visit the beautiful Namtso.

After the train arrives in Tibet, I will have a few days to rest, but I wonder if you will welcome me?"
Chapter completed!