The choking smell was really uncomfortable. The young Shi Dan'er choked all over her nose. She felt her nose was burning so much that she opened her mouth and started crying. Old Mrs. Deng couldn't coax him anymore and choked himself.
I was so miserable that I couldn't care about anything else.
Old Yuan coughed several times and couldn't help shouting into the kitchen: "Aqiu, what are you burning? Is it so choking?"
In the stove, the chili peppers in the pot were roasted until the skin was crispy and the meat was rotten. The chili seeds inside overflowed and became entangled with the chili skins. The pungent smell reached a peak.
Song Qiu couldn't help but covered her mouth and coughed twice. When she heard her shouting outside, she hurriedly poked her head out, "Hey, I'm frying the chili peppers! It'll be ready soon, you won't choke anymore!"
Fried peppers?
When Old Yuan heard this, he was filled with wonder.
"Can this chili be eaten fried? Why does it taste so choking when fried? The ones we cook with eggplants at home are not so choking, right?" Mrs. Deng couldn't help but mutter.
Old Yuan was also surprised. He didn't care whether he was choking or not, so he picked up his feet and went to the stove.
Old Mrs. Deng was also curious and hurriedly threw the stone egg to Zhang Lihua to coax her, while she followed.
When the two of them entered the kitchen house together, the roasted chili peppers were seasoned with salt. Song Qiuzheng put them into an earthen bowl and poured water into the pot, which dissipated a lot of the spiciness.
"What kind of chili are these?" Lao Yuan and Lao Deng looked at the chili in the bowl. It was almost as rotten as the chili they used to pound eggplants, but they could barely tell that they were connected together.
The most important thing is that the spiciness that comes out of it is really strong, it is more spicier than steamed eggplant chili.
Seeing that both of them were curious, Song Qiu directly put on the chopsticks and asked for a taste of the fried peppers.
Old Yuan and Old Deng each received a pair of chopsticks, each took a piece and put it into their mouths.
"Mom! It's so spicy!" Mrs. Deng was the first to frown.
Mr. Yuan also nodded, "It's spicy. It's much spicier than eating it by chopping it, but it's delicious and delicious."
"What you are saying is that although it is spicy, it also has a burnt aroma, which makes people want to eat more. Now I want to just eat a bowl of rice." Lao Deng chewed slowly and carefully.
Savor the spicy aroma of the chili pepper.
The two of them commented one after another, and then both looked at Song Qiu, "Ah Qiu, where did you learn how to cook these chili peppers like this?"
Song Qiu blinked, "That's what I thought and then I was fired! Who do I need to learn from?"
Old Mrs. Deng listened and couldn't help but said to Old Mrs. Yuan: "You are right first, your Aqiu is very talented in cooking!"
Then he looked at Song Qiu and said, "Ah Qiu, how did you fry these chili peppers? I will also pick a handful and let your auntie cook them. She is also making dinner for dinner."
Song Qiu didn't hide his secrets, and just explained the recipe in this way. After hearing this, Mr. Deng immediately went to his vegetable garden.
Lao Yuan's Sanella also went out before he finished cleaning it.
Song Qiu then washed the pot, put oil in it, minced garlic and sauteed until fragrant, then added the eggplant and stir-fried, washing the eggplant into the pot and washing away all the oil like a sponge.
Cooking this dish requires a lot of oil, but Song Qiu didn't dare to add oil as much as before, so when the eggplant was put into the pot, it soaked up faster.
When the long beans were put into the pot, the pot was dry and there was no oil at all.
There was no other way, so Song Qiu had no choice but to fry.
When the eggplant was fried until it was semi-soft and the long beans were fried a deep color, Song Qiu added an appropriate amount of salt and stir-fried evenly, then poured half of the rice soup in, covered it with a wooden cover, and simmered.
After Lao Yuan had cleaned the mountain mushrooms and put everything in, the eggplant, roasted beans and long beans had just been simmered in the pot.
Song Qiu took two earthen bowls and scraped clean the fragrant rice from the iron pot, and filled two large bowls full of rice.
"Milk, it's time to eat!"
Old Yuan responded, entered the kitchen room, and sat down at the dining table.
I saw a large bowl of dry rice in front of one person, with the crispy rice on it, giving off the aroma of rice, which made people greedy just looking at it.
Look at the three bowls of food on the table, one bowl is red, with small tomato segments soaked in the soup with crispy skin, one bowl is roasted chili peppers with spicy and crispy skin, and another bowl is eggplant stewed with long beans, rice soup to reduce the juice.
They look smooth and shiny, and they are all delicious dishes.
Old Yuan made braised eggplant and long beans herself, so she picked up her chopsticks and tasted this first.
The eggplant and long beans were so soft that they melted in your mouth and were wrapped in a refreshing fragrance. It was really delicious.
"How do you make this eggplant and long beans? How come it tastes so much better than mine? What seasonings did you add? It tastes much smoother and more delicious." Old Yuan couldn't help but ask.
Song Qiuzheng took one bite of half a tomato and one mouthful of rice, and his mouth was filled to the brim. The tomatoes mixed with the soup filled his mouth and accompanied by the fragrant rice, he took one bite and felt really refreshed all over his body.
It’s too easy to eat.
"We don't put any seasonings. We just use oil, salt, ginger and garlic. How about milk? I just put one more thing in it than you do for milk."
Thinking of the dry eggplant and long beans made with her milk, which was crunchy and watery in the mouth, Song Qiu couldn't help but snicker in her heart. They were all cooking the same thing, and some people were just not good at it.
, this is talent.
Old Yuan's eyes widened, full of curiosity, "What is it?"
"Here, this is it." Song Qiu pointed to the half bowl of rice soup on the side. She was going to make rice dumplings later.
When Old Yuan saw that it was actually blanched rice soup, he was also surprised, "Can rice soup be delicious if you put it in it?"
Then I silently remembered it in my mind, thinking that I would remember to add rice soup next time I make it.
But then I thought about it, the only way to get rid of this rice soup is to make dry rice. Is it possible to eat dry rice every time?
But this rice is really delicious.
Old Yuan sighed inwardly, thinking that he must save money carefully. When the time comes, even if he doesn't eat dry food every day, it would be good to eat once every few days.
Ah Qiu's body is still too thin. It's better to eat dry rice than porridge to replenish her body.
The rice was really fragrant, and together with the three bowls of vegetables, each was better than the other, so that the grandson and grandson opened their bellies and ate heartily.
This is more exciting than eating meat.
At the end, Mrs. Yuan soaked the tomatoes in soup. The sweet and sour taste was very suitable to her taste. She took two bites of rice and finally couldn't help but said: "Ah Qiu, from now on you can cook for our family."
, I’ll give you a hand.”
It doesn't matter whether the food is good or not, the key is that it tastes good.
Look at her Aqiu, she only uses vegetables from the garden, there is no fishy smell at all, and she can make people feel so satisfied.
There is no meat to eat, but it is a pleasure to eat this delicious taste.
Song Qiu only had the crispy rice left in the bowl, and soaked half a bowl of rice soup, eating the spicy chili peel. He was sweating profusely while eating. Hearing what her mother said, she couldn't help but smile and narrow her eyes, "Okay.
!I will do everything from now on!”
Tonight, after having too much dinner at noon, Old Yuan was afraid that he would not be able to sleep later. After tidying up the kitchen house with Song Qiu, he took Song Qiu for a walk in the yard to eat.
The Zhang family next door was also smelling something bad. They had just finished dinner in the yard.
At this time, a cart pulled by a mule came swaying from outside the village, drove up the gentle slope, and headed towards the foot of the mountain.