? My wife said last night, "Let's go to Chenjiahe to see mom tomorrow. Mom called and said she hasn't had a good meal in a few days. Yao Meier also invited us to fry fried daddies at mom's place!" I laughed and agreed, "

Anyway, tomorrow is Saturday, nothing to do." We went to Chenjiahe on the National Day and had a meal with my mother-in-law and father-in-law. It has been half a month since then.

Two days ago, my wife received a call from her mother-in-law complaining, saying that the food cooked by the old man (father-in-law) was not delicious and she couldn't eat it, and she wanted us to go up and have a look at them.

I think the old man is already in his eighties. He lives in the countryside and is lonely. He is nostalgic for his children and wants them to be lively and lively at home, right?

? So at around 9 o'clock this morning, we bought some things in the city, took the soaked soybeans, and drove off.

When the car arrived in Chenjiahe Town, my wife's second sister had already bought the filling ingredients for the fried pancake: 2 pounds of meat, one pound of green peppers, two large pieces of tofu, and a handful of green onions.

My sister-in-law also hurriedly drove over from Liangshui Kou where she worked.

She bought brown rice at the market, as well as several iron raisins containing rice milk and fillings.

We gathered at my mother-in-law's house around twelve o'clock.

? The old people are happy to see their children come home.

The wives and sisters worked hard and cooked a sumptuous lunch.

The mother-in-law, who was not very mobile, was very satisfied with the food put into the bowls by her children. How could she eat after being teased by her father-in-law?

Is it like celebrating the Chinese New Year? She didn’t even argue!

? After dinner, we are going to fry fried daddy.

?I'm responsible for refining the pulp.

Put the soaked soybeans and brown rice in a basin and drive to a processing plant in Zhangjiachang, ten miles away.

After grinding the paste of brown rice and soybeans, the owner of the processing factory charged a processing fee of 4 yuan. He said with a smile, if you travel so far to grind the paste, you will burn more gas than the processing fee!

I said, as long as the family has fun together, haha!

? When the paste was delivered home, the women had already washed the onions and garlic, chopped the peppers, tofu and pork, and packed them in pots and large bowls.

Then the stove fire was lit, the green oil was put into the pot, and the fragrance of the oil was lingering; the women deftly scooped out the pulp, filled the stuffing, and the baba raisins were put into the pot!

As a result, the brown oil sizzled, and one, two, and three oil cakes were about to be fried!

When the pulp skin on the surface of the raisins turns from white and tender to golden, you need to take out the raisins of various shapes from the oil pan, gently knock the rim of the pan upside down, and give it a sip, or it may be cake-shaped, lotus leaf-shaped, or

The fish-shaped cake undulates and floats in the oil pan. Fine bubbles of oil surround the cake and fry a circle of bright white oil flowers. The aroma wafts out from the light smoke escaping from the oil flowers.

The women used tongs to turn over the oily cakes in the pan one by one. When they all turned into bright yellow and golden colors, they picked them up with chopsticks and put them into a clean large basin!

? "Eat oily daddy one by one?" ? The shouts started, and idle people gathered around.