Chapter 309 309. Eggplant buns and Maotai wine
Now that the day is long and the night is short, the sun is scorching hot at around 3 o'clock, and the green rushes are basking on the concrete floor outside, which soon looks dull.
Song Youde got up and walked around twice, then couldn't help sighing and shaking his head: "You don't know anything now!"
Speaking, he went to the seventh cousin's stove again, picked up two pinches of plant ashes with a shovel, and sprinkled them evenly on the rushes.
"You have to do this first, absorb water and remove insects before it can be fully exposed to the sun. You will have less to worry about after you have weaved the straw mat."
Song Tan didn't blush at all: "I've never knitted straw mats, how do I know? Grandpa, you just need to know how to do it! I'll have to rely on you for all the straw mats at home in the future!"
Song Youde raised the corners of his lips proudly:
"That's the old saying: An old man in a family is like a treasure. Are you making it up?"
Song Tan: ...I just complimented you a few words, why are you still so proud? When you say this to yourself as an old man, you look so much like Grandma Wang!
Looking at her grandfather's half-cut golden tobacco, she couldn't help but her heart moved: "Grandpa, you cut two more kilograms, and I will give them to my friends."
Song Youde was a little reluctant: "What kind of friend are you? Can't you say goodbye?"
Two kilograms of cut tobacco equals nearly three kilograms of dry tobacco leaves, and the tobacco stems can be weighed.
Song Tan thought of his savior—why didn’t his friends place orders recently?
“This friend introduced me to a big customer. Each time he places an order, the price is 100,000 yuan. You decide whether to give it away or not.”
All right.
Song Youde sat back on the bench and picked up the kitchen knife again: "Bring me another bundle of tobacco leaves."
…
Here, the seventh cousin is still thinking about the menu for the evening—
There were so many people and the weather was hot, so he was also worried.
“Tantan, I think the eggplants in that field are pretty good. How about we make something simple tonight, make an eggplant steamed bun and make a bowl of white fungus soup? If that’s not enough, how about a bowl of cold noodles?”
Eggplant steamed bun? !
Song Tan was drooling all of a sudden and couldn't help it anymore.
The seventh cousin laughed as soon as he saw her appearance:
“Okay, I’ll have this for dinner tonight. I’ll go pick some more eggplants from the field and bring back two handfuls of green onions and some red peppers. Pick them back for me and I’ll stir-fry a sauce for the cold noodles.”
There were a lot of people at home, so they said it was just a few eggplant steamed buns. In fact, Song Tan went there with a basket and came back with most of the basket filled with eggplants. The two handfuls of green and tender green onions next to it are particularly juicy.
The seventh cousin called Qiao Qiao again: "Actually, purple eggplant is the best for eggplant steamed buns, but our purple eggplant is not yet ripe, and green eggplant is not that bad either."
“Sometimes, when cooking, we have to use local ingredients. We choose ingredients when we can, and when we can’t, we have to be flexible.”
Qiaoqiao listened obediently: "I know, what's the use?"
"Okay," the seventh cousin is now used to his incisiveness. He is also a bit addicted to teaching such a smart apprentice, and now he is even more rude when giving instructions:
“First pick out the green onions and cut them into finely chopped green onions.”
Where is the need for him to pick?
Aunt Lianhua and the old lady couldn't wait to take the green onions, pinch them and clean them up.
After this period of practice, Qiaoqiao's chopping speed is still a little slow, but she can already cut vegetables into the same size and very evenly.
Chopped green onions are just basic skills.
Here, the seventh cousin was even distractedly teaching him: "Cut this eggplant into thick round slices for us to eat at home. Just cut it horizontally, big and small can be eaten."
Compared with other dishes, eggplant steamed buns really have no technical content at all.
Beat some eggs, add some salt, water, flour, chopped green onion and mix well, stir into a thick batter, then dip the eggplant pieces into the batter one by one and put them into the pot, and fry slowly over low heat...
Not long after, the unique aroma of eggplant spread over the small courtyard.
Qiaoqiao remembers it too clearly.
He said loudly: "Because if you don't blanch them first, they will be a little sour when boiled!" "When should I add the wolfberry?"
“You have to wait until the white fungus soup is basically cooked before adding it, otherwise it will also be pan-acidic and the nutrients in it will be destroyed.”
"Um."
Cousin Seventh was satisfied: “Good boy!”
Qiaoqiao became more and more passionate.
Now that the sun was setting, Song Youde finally cut out four kilograms of shredded tobacco, carefully weighed it into two parts on a scale, and refused to take more than one or two.
Then he walked around the pot twice with his hands behind his back, and then went to take back the rushes that had not been exposed to the sun.
Turning around and finally free, he added: "Do more. I'll call Xiao Zhu over, and I'll ask her to take the tobacco back tonight."
He was minding his own arrangements, but now he felt particularly melancholy: When will a guest come to the house?
His Maotai wine didn’t taste good because there was no one to accompany him. Mainly because he couldn't show off, he didn't even want to open the bottle.
But he couldn't bear to see random people come by on weekdays, so he was particularly anxious at this moment.
Xiao Zhu, the party secretary, rarely comes out now. When I called her, she wouldn't even refuse and quickly came for a walk.
As soon as she entered the yard, she smelled the indescribable salty aroma and the attractiveness of deep-fried food, which made her stomach growl.
Looking at Qiaoqiao taking out the white fungus soup one by one and letting it cool down, she still showed her regret invisibly:
“It would be so refreshing if you could drink this ice-cold!”
"That's not possible." The old lady Wang Lifen smiled and said: "Girls, it's not okay to eat cold food all the time. It's not summer yet. It's good to eat more warm food."
All right.
Party Secretary Xiao Zhu also accepted it without any obstacles, and even sighed: "Old people still know how to take care of their bodies. Young people like us, who are hungry and full, eat either spicy food or greasy and cold food... After a long time, the stomach and intestines are damaged. "
When Song Youde heard this, he immediately shouted with a loud voice:
"Look, I told you not to stay out of the house! Come directly over for dinner from now on, but you're still embarrassed and you're still lying!"
Song Tan and Zhang Yanping looked at each other and sighed helplessly.
Xiao Zhu, the party secretary, smiled and said: "You feel sorry for me, old man. Have you drunk the wine you brought last time? I have nothing to do tonight. How about I have a drink with you?"
“If you feel like it, I’ll bring it to you next time.”
Ah yo.
This is a serious statement.
Song Youde was immediately overjoyed: "Can you drink it?"
“Yes.” Xiao Zhu, the party secretary, was particularly generous: “I’ve been drinking since I was a teenager, so we won’t drink too much, just have a drink!”
“Okay, okay, okay!”
Song Youde was already in a hurry to go into the house and rummage through his hidden Maotai wine.
Here, Party Secretary Xiao Zhu also smiled kindly at Song Tan: "The atmosphere in our family is really good."
Song Tan remained silent.
She thought to herself: I have seen someone who can climb the pole better than me.
At this end, Song Youde not only took Maotai, but also took out the bag of shredded tobacco:
"Come and give me a little wish. I'll cut it specially for you this afternoon. You can send it back to your family then. They will definitely like it!"
Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, took it over with a smile: "Okay, if there are any good cigarettes at home, I will bring them over for you to try."
Push my "Amazing Magic"... no one is interested in it.
It’s a short article, I won’t lie to you.
(End of this chapter)