Great Power Army Reclamation

On the way back, Ye Yuze didn't say a word. Yang Geyong was a man of few words, and his mouth seemed to be glued to his lips.

Only Zhao Ling'er was angry and seemed to want to find someone to quarrel with, but she couldn't quarrel with two mutes.

Ye Yuze hasn't been living at home recently. The dormitory was adjusted during the holidays. Hou Wangtian graduated and left, and Tao Lai went to the dormitory of his class.

Only Xiaoga and Ye Yuze are left in the same room, but Xiaoga will not come until school starts.

Ye Yuze directly arranged Yang Geyong in the dormitory. Anyway, two of the four beds were vacant.

Yang Geyong was extremely excited. It was obvious that this kind of independent life was very attractive to him.

After arranging things, a few people went home. Mom hasn't come back yet, so Ye Yuze decided to have a good meal tonight. But he wasn't going to do it himself.

I looked at the watch and saw that it was just six o'clock. My mother didn't get off work until eight o'clock, so she led the two of them to Bova to get some barbecue.

When I got here, I was surprised to find that there was an extra stall.

It turned out that a Uighur uncle pushed his oven out.

Among the foods of various ethnic groups in northern Xinjiang, the Uighurs have more varieties. Because this nation is not a nomadic nation.

Most of them are engaged in farming and doing business. Anyway, most small traders in northern Xinjiang are mostly Uighurs, so they like to call themselves businessmen.

The uncle sells baked buns. To be honest, Ye Yuze has never eaten this before.

The local people's ovens are all earthen ovens, which are stoves piled with mud and used to make naan and pit meat. That stuff can only be made at home.

But this Uyghur uncle's oven is indeed an iron cylinder without a bottom. The iron cylinder is filled with soil around it, and the outermost part is covered with a circle of iron sheet, and it is also painted with unique patterns of his nation, which is very beautiful.

The most amazing thing is that he also installed two rollers on the oven, so it can be pushed around every day.

Three people gathered around the uncle and watched him operate.

The uncle set up a chopping board next to him, then rolled the dough into rectangular shapes, and then put the fillings on it.

The filling was still raw, which made Ye Yuze drool a little.

It's beef and lamb shank mixed together, with onions added to it.

The most important thing is that the oil inside must be sheep tail oil. That stuff is fat but not greasy, and the ethnic people like to eat it most when killing sheep.

When you eat that thing, you don't use your teeth. You just cut a piece with a knife, put it in your mouth, and then suck it into your stomach.

There are some reasons why ethnic people like to eat that. Just eating this stuff will form a protective film in the intestines and stomach. No matter how much you drink, it won't hurt your stomach.

After the filling is placed on the dough, the uncle first folds the two long sides together like a quilt. Then fold the short sides again.

A rectangular pillow-like bun is ready.

Of course, baked buns come in all shapes, but the one I make is pillow buns.

However, the uncle's method of making steamed buns was obviously a bit slow, and the eyes of several people waiting had blue eyes.

The roasting process is naturally the same as Grandpa Bova's roasting lamb. First, sprinkle the salt water to cool down the oven, and then stick the buns one by one in the iron cylinder. Finally put the lid on.

However, since the buns are small, it naturally doesn’t take as long as roasting a lamb.

This depends on the uncle's accurate judgment. After all, this thing cannot always be opened to look at. It won’t taste good if it’s out of gas.

After about ten minutes, the uncle finally took off the wet blanket on the road cover and opened the cover.

The golden and crispy buns inside were immediately displayed in front of everyone's eyes.

The uncle picked up a big spoon bent at 90 degrees and an iron hook.

Reach into the iron cylinder and hook one down and catch the other with a spoon.

Basically, when five are uncovered, take them out and pour them on the chopping board.

The color was really golden, and even without stuffing, Ye Yuze felt like he could eat a few. Not to mention the even more tempting fillings inside.

The little girl Zhao Linger said something. "Uncle, let me eat one first!"

Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed one with both hands and started to chew on it.

Then he threw it back again with an ouch, anxious and burned.

The uncle made about two hundred buns in this batch. Because baking is complicated, it costs one yuan and ten.

Compared with the tamarisk bunches in Bova, it is a bit more expensive. After all, Bova's kebabs cost only 40 cents to make him full, while his meal cost seven or eight cents.

But how could Ye Yuze care about small money? I bought fifty directly and put them in my net bag.

The twenty large skewers on Bova's side were also grilled, and the three of them walked home laughing and joking.

Along the way, Zhao Ling'er couldn't help but grab one and start eating it.

One side was very hot, but it didn't affect her speed in eating the buns.

"Ye Yuze, can we come over for dinner tonight?"

Ye Yuze's head was full of black lines, thinking that he hadn't eaten this meal yet, so he was thinking about the evening. It's already eight o'clock, okay?

However, seeing that Yang Geyong also looked hopeful, he nodded and agreed.

"If I don't let you suffer internal injuries today, my surname will not be Ye!"

The three of them were just enjoying themselves along the way and didn't notice a pair of vicious eyes staring hard at their backs.

It turned out that Song Weibing was walking on the street with two people when he saw three people walking back.

Song Weibing saw them walking away and waved to one of his younger brothers.

"Go find Wang Hongwei and tell him that I have something to do with him. Just ask him to wait for me at the barbecue place. We will eat there later."

The little brother nodded excitedly and ran away. The key point is that the barbecue is so delicious! Now there are baked buns, and I haven’t tasted the meaty flavor in days!

When I got home, my mother was preparing to cook. What did she do when she saw her son coming back after buying so many things?

Mom approached Ye Yuze with a small smile.

"Son, how much money do you have left?"

Ye Yuze quickly closed his pockets.

"Mom, I don't have any anymore, it's all spent!"

Mom didn't say anything, just stared at him.

Ye Yuze helplessly took out a few large stickers in his pocket and handed them to her.

Mom put it neatly into her bag, and then said kindly:

"Mom, I won't spend your money. I'll save it for you to get a wife in the future."

Zhao Ling'er laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her waist. Yang Geyong didn't smile, but his tightly pursed mouth probably couldn't hold it in anymore.

Ye Yuze protested. "Mom, I'm only ten years old!"

Mom nodded in agreement, and then added: "You will grow up soon."

When the younger brothers saw Ye Yuze in the eyes of these things, they all went to make out with the steamed buns and barbecued meats.

Even the little fourth child, who had just sprouted a few teeth, was trying hard to grab a bun and chew it.

I just tried hard for a long time and couldn't bite off anything.

"Wow!" cried out!

By then, the third child, Ye Yuping, still had some conscience and said something.

“Brother, it’s so delicious. I’ll buy it tomorrow!”

Ye Yuze corrected: "It's the buns that are delicious, not the big brother!"

It's a pity that Ye Yuping can't hear it anymore. He has two in his hand and wants to grab one. Afraid of losing it.

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