Chapter 667 667. Black and white sesame seeds
It was Yan Ran who said "ouch":
“Why are these white sesame seeds? Are they not separated?”
“It’s okay.”
Song Tan glanced at them and said, "They're all about the same. We eat the same."
"Really?" Yan Ran was a little doubtful, but she had never grown sesame seeds, and her seventh cousin was busy in the kitchen at the moment, so after a moment of hesitation, she quickly fell into confusion again.
Throwing sesame seeds is a repetitive but hard-working action. Even though it is simple, it requires a lot of strength. One or two blows is fine, but it can be repeated hundreds of times. Under the high temperature of more than 30 degrees, even if the sun is not at its hottest, it is enough to make people gasp for breath.
Professor Song came out to take a look: "Why don't you tap it slowly while pinning it upside down?"
Song Tan pointed to the pile next to him: "It's just a small amount. There's no need to be so meticulous. It's much faster to break and beat."
She is very strong, moves quickly, and can control her strength well. Now there are a bunch of empty poles around her. On the other hand, Yan Ran, brother and sister were dumbfounded -
That is, why did you forget that you can knock?
I want to change the way, but considering that the knocking is slow, I might as well just do it like this——
It’s really hot!
However, the live broadcast room is now quiet. Even the chatter between Song Tan and the others seems to have faded away, and the colorful barrages have quickly decreased. Before the new fans could wonder why no one was talking, the colorful reward effects appeared again.
【Thank you to the anchor, I would like to say a few words before going to bed】
【I had a splitting headache after staying up all night and couldn't sleep, but I'm feeling much better now】
【Anchor will try a variety of sesame seeds next year, this is so rhythmic】
【Too sleepy, anchor me】
This is obviously half the story. The new fans stared at the repetitive and boring scenes in the live broadcast room and looked around blankly.
Listening to the intertwining sounds of "papa", "rustling" and "xixisuosuo", I gradually fell into a drowsy state...
No, no way! It’s a working day today! It's just past seven o'clock now. I'm going to be late for work...
The number of viewers in the live broadcast room dropped rapidly, but at the same time, the number of followers in the live broadcast room increased sharply, approaching the 300,000 mark. The person in charge of the backstage couldn't help but smile, and immediately decided to wait until the next broadcast to make a phone call to ask him to take care of himself. Keep it hot!
If you wish, their platform even has connected mcn organizations that can cooperate and operate...
Oops, after all these years, there is finally another promising pastoral anchor!
The weather was too hot, and the battery of the mobile phone was consumed rapidly. Before Song Tan and others finished their work, the phone was completely shut down.
Everyone in the live broadcast room:…
It’s nothing, I’m used to it. At any rate, the anchor had them in mind today and didn’t leave his sight.
…
With just two cents of sesame seeds, a few people beat and beat each other until nine o'clock, which is basically enough (I have to say that Song Tan's efficiency alone is more than that of the three of them!)
Song Tan **** the sesame poles again—
The seventh cousin said that he would use this to smoke meat and duck. He said that there is a special aroma in the sesame sticks, and the scattered sesame seeds left in it will also have a grease aroma after being burned. If it is smoked into the meat with other ingredients, it will Extra rich and delicious.
In short, it must be utilized thoroughly and not wasted.
Yan Ran and the three of them pulled the thick plastic skin and shook it together to gather the scattered sesame seeds, leaves, broken poles and pods, and then poured them into the radish sieve on the side.
Qiaoqiao was wearing a hat and already holding up the small sieve happily: "I'll do it, I'll do it!"
He loves playing this so much that he doesn't think the hot weather is a hindrance at all. Instead, he shakes the sieve enthusiastically and sifts the sesame seeds onto the lower plastic skin.
Over and over again, happy and reluctant to miss Shu.
Song Tan:…
But, this is my biological brother, what can I do? She grabbed Qiao Qiao’s collar:
“Stop playing around now, put all these things over there and sift them again. I have to dry the mung beans, and I have to harvest the mung beans tomorrow.”
ˈ˜Qiaoqiao: “Oh.”
Everybody moved and lifted, finally dragging the few piles of sesame seeds to the corridor.
It happened that the seventh cousin was holding a basket and preparing to go to the vegetable garden to pick some vegetables. He saw a pile of black and white sesame seeds and brown broken stalks fused together on the plastic skin, and he couldn't help but be stunned:
“Why are these all mixed up?”
Qiaoqiao raised her head blankly: "Ah? They are just mixed together like this!"
Seventh Cousin: ...I'm not asking you!
He looked at Song Tan, very depressed. Song Tan was even more puzzled: "Aren't they all sesame? Last time I took Qiao Qiao to eat the fried chicken that came with duck, and she could choose the color of sesame!"
Then doesn’t this mean that anyone can eat it?
Qiaoqiao also remembered it and said quickly:
“Sister! The fried chicken is different and delicious than the rice at home. I still haven’t collected three little ducks!”
Song Tan: …The ducks are a seasonal gift, and I don’t know how many times they have been replaced now.
She pretended not to hear: "Quickly sift the sesame seeds."
“Okay!”
But the seventh cousin was very angry: "Then if black sesame and white sesame are the same, why do they have two colors? Black sesame nourishes the kidneys and white sesame moistens the lungs, but their functions are different!"
“Besides, there’s a lot of white sesame oil!”
A good cook would never be so perfunctory!
Song Tan:…
How can she remember this? Little Sesame is even divided into gangs! This is never her fault!
At this moment, she looked at her seventh cousin and sincerely suggested: "How about... just eat it casually like this?"
Seeing the other person's eyebrows raised, Song Tan quickly promised: "Next year! Next year I will plant two acres of land! One acre black and one acre white, divide it as you want! Even if it's colorful, we can plant it!"
Seventh Cousin:…
He looked at the pile of messy things and picked up the basket with a headache: "Forget it, I'll soak it in water when I use it later!"
Even though I said this, I was obviously still a little depressed.
That's right, white sesame seeds are very oily and usually sink to the bottom. You can separate the two types by soaking them in water. But the problem is that sesame seeds soaked in water don’t taste that good when used!
When the seventh cousin was young, he used to pay attention to adapting measures to local conditions and using whatever was necessary.
But at Song Tan's house, the meals he ate every meal were so good and the ingredients were so good that he invisibly raised his requirements for himself...
However, this family, called Qi Cousin, to use a common saying, is like a wild boar that cannot eat fine chaff!
He even doubted that if he cooked a pot of pig food, it would be delicious for this group of people...
The seventh cousin felt aggrieved and felt a sense of desolation that it was difficult to find a close friend. At this moment, he was pulling peppers in the field, thinking about it, and made up his mind -
No matter what, he needs to find a companion who knows how to cook!
Isn’t Song Tan looking for a cook? Don't worry about whether it's a big pot cook or not, he has to get one even if he deceives and deceives!
This chapter is to make up for the day before yesterday.
About sesame harvesting, each place has different methods, and the size of the planting area also indirectly affects the harvesting method. Thank you everyone for actively providing different methods. I will adjust accordingly when the output increases later.
Thank you everyone!
(End of this chapter)