When the oil in the pan was hot, Song Qiu put the fish pieces in and fried them until golden brown on both sides. Then he added chopped ginger and garlic and stir-fried them together.
There are no extra seasonings. Throw in the chopped green onions, add the chili tubes, stir-fry for a while, and finally sprinkle a few grains of salt, then add a small amount of water, cover with a bamboo cover, and simmer.
Old Yuan kept watching. He looked over and over but couldn't tell what she was doing. What was this approach?
Can peppers be cut into pieces for cooking?
While the pot was simmering, Song Qiu went outside to pick another tender loofah from the vegetable garden, peeled it with a knife, and cut it into slices.
At this time, the pot was almost ready. She lifted the bamboo cover, and the steam came out, bringing with it a scent. The golden fish pieces in the pot were wrapped in green chili tubes, bubbling.
Old Yuan took a breath and said, "Don't mention it, it smells delicious! Ah Qiu, I remember the last time you cooked, all the vegetables were burnt. How come you haven't cooked for a long time and your skills have improved?"
"It's hard to say that I suddenly had an enlightenment!" Song Qiu answered guiltily and took a pottery bowl to cook the chili fish cubes.
"That's not necessarily true! Zhen'er! You are blessed by the Buddha, so it's not certain that you will have enlightenment." Old Yuan was serious about it. He couldn't help but put his hands together and said something in his mouth.
Recited a Buddha's name.
"Songshan Temple will definitely be busy during the Dragon Boat Festival next month. Let's go there that day as well, just in time to pay homage to the Buddha and thank him for blessing you!"
Song Qiu responded obligingly, thinking that the Dragon Boat Festival was coming soon, and she still had a skill, and she might be able to make a small amount of money.
Wash the pot, heat it up, and put in oil. Song Qiu only put in a little bit of oil at this time, about the size of a fingernail, and no more.
When making soup, you don’t need too much oil.
Heat the oil, Song Qiu pours in the two egg yolks that he just separated and fry them, then pours in the loofah and stir-fries, and finally adds water to the pot.
Add a few shreds of ginger to enhance the flavor, and sprinkle with a little salt to combine.
Soon, the soup was boiling, and Song Qiu poured the loofah and egg soup into a ladle, "Okay, milk, please turn off the firewood. It's time to eat!"
"Where is the food?" Old Yuan asked.
Song Qiu was stunned for a moment, then realized that he had started cooking as soon as he came up and forgot to cook.
Old Yuan laughed and said, "I just think you are so confused and can't remember."
"Don't remind me." Song Qiu smiled and said, "Now it takes a long time to cook. Let's just eat vegetables for this meal! Let's drink soup!"
Old Yuan said to herself, "I remind you to do something. You have to learn the lesson yourself so that you can remember it, otherwise you will forget it next time."
Remove the firewood from the stove hole and simmer water in the pot so that you can wash the dishes and chopsticks later.
A dish of fish stewed with chili and a bowl of loofah and egg soup is ready for dinner.
Lao Yuan had long wanted to taste what the fish tasted like, so when it came to the table, he took a piece of it with chopsticks and tasted it.
Then he couldn't help but nod and said: "Yeah, not bad, delicious."
Song Qiu also tasted it herself, but she felt it was unsatisfactory and not at her level at all. It was fragrant and tasteful, but in the end it was only seasoned with salt, which was a bit lacking in taste.
But it's much more delicious than the one made with her milk.
Lao Yuan also sincerely praised her, "Your craftsmanship is better than milk! Just like your mother, she is good at cooking."
He kills fish well, like her father, and cooks well, like her mother.
Her breasts are always in her mouth, unlike others who are afraid to mention such things because they are too sad.
Song Qiu couldn't help but think, if her parents were both here now, what would this family be like?
It must be warm and happy, and I'm afraid her smile will be even more.
But in fact, her father has passed away for almost ten years, and she does not even remember him.
As for her mother, she has been gone for almost two years. In her memory, she was a strong yet gentle woman, not tall, who spoke in an organized manner, diligent and pragmatic.
Song Qiu wrapped a few pieces of fish meat in clean vegetable leaves as before, went up the mountain with Zhang Lihua, and then handed them to her.
"My grandma brought back a fish. I cooked it. You can try it."
"It's fish, I haven't eaten fish for a long time!" Zhang Lihua burst into laughter, took the fish pieces wrapped in vegetable leaves, and ate them with gusto.
While eating, he nodded, "Aqiu, what did you cook? Why is it so delicious?"
Song Qiu pursed his lips and smiled, then started to pick up the mushrooms.
There were less mountain mushrooms in the afternoon than in the morning. After picking up all afternoon, I only picked up most of the basket. With a handful of what Zhang Lihua came over to help sell, it was almost full.
Zhang Lihua doesn't pick up mountain mushrooms every day and secretly separate some for Song Qiu to sell. Once every few days is enough.
After going down the mountain and going home, he cleaned out all the mountain mushrooms and carried them for sale. In total, he still had a full basket. In addition, Mr. Yuan picked a few tender loofahs, two calf-long winter melons, and a few palms.
Small and tender pumpkins.
After having agreed with Wu Wujin to go to town tomorrow, the grandfather and grandson ate a bowl of vegetable porridge with just enough salt, and then rested early.
It was still before the Yin hour, so old Yuan got up, and Song Qiu also got up soon after. The grandfather and grandson carried a small basket on their backs and a large basket on their backs, locked the courtyard door, and went down the gentle slope under the moonlight.
There were fewer people going to the town today than that day, and the oxcart was not so crowded. Only then did Song Qiu feel a lot more comfortable, at least not so boring.
As usual, I drifted back from a doze, and when I woke up, I was almost at the entrance of the town.
There were fewer people in the oxcart, and it went a little faster than last time. It arrived at the entrance of the town a little earlier than that day.
All the way into the town, Friday Jin collected the fare one by one, and then went to the Surabaya Pier in a hurry.
Song Qiu packed up his backpack and followed Old Yuan to the market in Ankangfang.
I arrived a little early today, and there were still a few good seats in the front. Old Yuan quickly handed over the booth and quickly took Song Qiu over to take a seat.
After placing all the things I carried on my back and sitting there for a while, people gradually came to the morning market.
Song Qiu quickly started shouting and selling.
Soon, someone came in front of the stall, "I didn't see you when I came to the market yesterday, but you are here today. Are there any gallinobacteria today?"
This person was actually the steward who bought their chicken fungus that day. As soon as he entered the market, he heard Song Qiu's cries and immediately followed the sound.
Everyone in the house likes to eat fresh food, so he really has to put a lot of thought into buying groceries every day.
It's hard to find the gallinopsis fungus. He has been looking for it for so long this year, but he only bought a few kilograms from Grandma and Sun. Seeing them coming again, he naturally wanted to ask.
"It's hard to find gallinobacteria. There's none today. Sir, look at our winter melons, how fresh they are. We also have these tender pumpkins and tender loofahs. How about some?" Lao Yuan quickly greeted with a smile.
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The steward didn't hear this. He scanned around and didn't see any fungus. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. However, he still had to buy vegetables. The winter melon was indeed fresh.