Qiaoguo, also known as Qixi fruit or Qiqiao fruit, is a festive food for Qiqiao Festival.
In addition to eating, there are also women who wear Qiaoguo with colorful threads and throw them to the roof. On the night of the Qixi Festival, they let the magpies go to build bridges, and the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet on the magpie bridge at night.
The production method of Qiaoguo is not complicated. The main materials are sesame oil, flour, and icing sugar. Of course, it would be better if a little honey can be added.
Just now, Xiaohuan has told Li Yi Qiaoguo how to do it. First, melt the icing sugar, which is white sugar, into syrup in a pot, then mix in flour and sesame seeds, and use molds to shape the reconciled dough into various shapes. Just fry it in sesame oil.
Flour and honey are common ingredients. As for sesame oil and icing sugar, they are more expensive. Ordinary people in the village don’t have them all the time, and they are only willing to chip in to buy some during the Qiqiao Festival or Chinese New Year every year.
These things were made by the girls in the village who have not yet left the cabinet, and they are the only ones who attach so much importance to the Qiqiao Festival. Li Yi put aside the clay pot filled with sesame oil, "Isn't it just to fry a Qiaoguo, it's very useful So much oil? What a waste!"
He took out an empty clay pot from the kitchen and folded it in half.
"White sugar... Eating too much sweet food is not good, it is easy to cause tooth decay..." Just like that, the jar of icing sugar next to it was half empty.
"The quality of these flours seems to be pretty good. If each Qiaoguo is shrunk a little, it should be able to save a lot... There just happened to be no food at home." About one-third of the flour was kept by Li Yi.
After all the preparations were done, Li Yi started meeting.
He had already done this whole set of movements smoothly, and after reconciling, he took a look at the Qiaoguo mold that was put aside... too ugly, no need!
With a thought, a modern instruction book on how to make pastries immediately appeared in front of his eyes, and countless paragraphs of complicated information flooded into his mind. After digesting for a while with his eyes closed, Li Yi cut off a small piece of dough and held it with his fingers. He stopped kneading, and after a while, a model of a jade rabbit appeared in his hand.
With this heaven-defying cheating device in his head, the time for transforming theory into practice has been greatly shortened. At this moment, Li Yi is like a pastry chef with many years of experience. After a short time, it will become a lifelike little animal.
With the proficiency of the movements, the shape of a woman in palace costume gradually appeared in his hands. The woman looked up at the sky, her fairy skirt fluttering, as if she would disappear in the next second.
Even the expression of the masked woman is very detailed. If you distinguish carefully, you can vaguely see that the appearance of this woman is faintly similar to Liu Ruyi.
There is no way, it is of course impossible for Li Yi to come up with the image of a Weaver Girl out of thin air. There is no imagination in the world, and you must rely on a familiar person or thing. The ones Li Yi often sees are Xiaohuan and Liu Ruyi. Sister, among the three, Liu Ruyi's temperament is more consistent.
"Uncle, sesame oil... why is there so little left?"
Xiaohuan, who had just walked into the kitchen from the outside, saw that there was obviously too much sesame oil in the pot, and asked Li Yi with wide eyes.
"There is not much oil, just enough." Li Yi squeezed the last fruit, clapped his hands, touched the little maid's pretty face, leaving a white mark, and said with a smile: "Okay, the next one Things, you take care of yourself..."
"Uncle..."
The little girl's dissatisfied ending dragged on for a long time. My uncle sometimes has the same temperament as a child, always teasing himself... With flour on his face, Xiaohuan was about to wash his face aside and put it on the Qiaoguo that Li Yi had just squeezed , her beautiful eyes widened involuntarily, her footsteps stopped there, and she yelled "Ah".
"Xiaohuan, is Qiaoguo ready?"
Several girls around her age walked in from the outside, and after a while, a small exclamation sounded in the kitchen.
"These are so beautiful, I can't bear to put them in the pot..."
"Xiaohuan, did you make these? When did you learn it?"
"This is Jade Rabbit, this is Chang'e, this... should be Weaver Girl and Cowherd!"
"These are even more beautiful than the ones I saw at the market. The Weaving Girls they make are totally shapeless. They cost five cents each!"
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Rows of Qiaoguo are neatly placed on the chopping board, which are different from the molds they prepared. The animals or characters are all brand-new shapes. Those animals are all cute and naive, just the type that girls like.
What surprised them even more was that the lifelike characters not only had all kinds of clothes, but even their facial expressions were portrayed very vividly, with a level of exquisiteness that had never been seen before.
Xiaohuan has been submerged in the praise of everyone. Although she did not make these clever fruits, the young lady said not to let outsiders know that it is my uncle who cooks. No explanation was given.
Uncle is my uncle, boasting uncle is still boasting Xiaohuan, it's the same...
The little girl thought so sweetly in her heart.
"Hey, Xiaohuan, is that... your uncle?" When Xiaohuan's heart was bubbling beautifully, a girl suddenly approached her, pointed at the handsome young man who was reading in the corner of the yard, and asked in a low voice .
The rest of the girls also gathered around after hearing the words.
The girl's heart has long been full of curiosity about Xiaohuan's family, who has a very strong presence in the village recently.
This is still an era where everything is inferior, only the era when reading is high, scholars are like the first-class national protected animals, and you can't meet so few in ten miles and eight villages.
Girls generally like scholars. This is almost an eternal law in ancient times. Even if it is a poor scholar, there are a lot of young girls who are willing to commit themselves. It doesn't matter what life they are living now. What they value is the potential of scholars.
In case one is lucky enough to be in high school in the future and be promoted to a noble, good days will come. Even if this possibility is very slim, it is enough for many women to go forward and succeed.
Of course, the only scholar in Liuye Village, Mr. Qin, who is over sixty years old, is not within the scope of interest of the girl.
He looks handsome, well-educated, and makes people feel civilized. He is not at all like the rude men in the village. The interesting stories he told the children have long been circulated in the circle of girls. It made these girls' hearts itch... For girls who had never met a serious scholar, Li Yi almost satisfied all their fantasies.
In Liuye Village, there are not a few women who admire him.
It's just that no one dared to snatch the village owner's husband, and all the girls could do was hide in an invisible corner and peek with a blushing face.
"Ah Choo!"
Holding a book in his hand, Li Yi, who seemed to be studying hard but was actually in a state of fugue, sneezed for no reason, scratched the back of his head with some doubts, and murmured: "It's only July, and the weather has changed so quickly. Is it cold?"