She didn't want to know what to do with this thing at all, so it was better to let it go.
Seeing Grandma Deng's way of avoiding suspicion, Song Qiu also found it funny and said hurriedly: "If you don't call me Grandma Deng, my grandma and I will be too busy. How can we ask others to come? I can rest assured, Grandma Deng. What about you, in our yard?"
What's the point of letting people in here? Who else broke in?"
Old Yuan was also standing by and said, "That's right, I'll just come when I ask you to do it. Why am I asking you to work in vain? Don't worry, it's still twenty cents a day!"
Old Mrs. Deng glared, "Am I still jealous of your wages? That's all, if you want my help, I'll come!"
Ah Qiu and the old sisters trust her, how can she refuse?
Old Mrs. Deng agreed and followed him into the Song family's kitchen, but he still didn't forget to ask Mr. Miao to take someone with him and watch him in the yard to be more alert if someone came.
She was also afraid that the third child would suddenly come back.
When Old Yuan entered the kitchen room, she looked at Song Qiu and said, "Aqiu, what are you going to do? How to do it? There are no outsiders here. Just say it." She had long been curious about how to do it.
Song Qiu nodded with a smile, untied a bag of starch, poured it into a large earthen basin, added an appropriate amount of water, and kneaded it with his hands.
"Well, that's it. Let's first add the dry starch to water and mix it evenly until the starch becomes a paste."
Old Yuan listened and took it over, "This sounds similar to dough! It's easy, okay, milk comes. You have thin arms and you can't knead dough with milk."
She watched from beginning to end as the slurry that came out settled, settled, and dried into lumps. Now she saw that the dried things were about to be wet and kneaded into mud. Wasn't this back to what it was before it was dried?
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Although it is strange, no one has done anything with these sweet potatoes before.
Listen to your granddaughter, you are right.
Old Mrs. Deng agreed to help. He was not idle. He rolled up his sleeves and occupied the second earthen basin. He asked Song Qiu to help put the water in and started kneading it.
Seeing that they were rubbing with good control of their strength, Song Qiu felt no worries and went to the stove to light a fire.
To make vermicelli, lighting the fire is very technical. The firepower should neither be too high nor too low, and the heat must be controlled well.
When the starch is kneaded into a puree, the next step is to thicken it.
This step is crucial and requires effort.
After Old Yuan's kneaded the pot, Song Qiu and her carried the pot and put it on the stove.
Then take out a special scoop specially made in the blacksmith shop, put the kneaded starch into the scoop, and hit it evenly with force, so that the starch will slowly come out one by one from the small holes left in the scoop, and then fall into the scoop.
In the pot.
Lao Yuan was surprised when he saw it, "This looks similar to the cold shrimps we sell when it's hot, except that this ladle is harder than the strainer. Look at the pieces squeezed out, which are much longer than the cold shrimps, like noodles.
It’s just thinner than noodles.”
When selling cold shrimps, the cold shrimps every day were made by Mrs. Yuan. She was very familiar with it, so after seeing Song Qiu's beating action, she was eager to try it.
Song Qiu gave her another iron ladle.
When Old Deng's pot was kneaded out, Song Qiu gave her the ladle in his hand and started to scoop up the powder himself.
After the extruded starch strips entered the pot and were cooked in boiling water, they had to be fished out. Song Qiu took the special long chopsticks that he went to Sun's house to ask Sun Dati to help cut out, and fished out the cooked noodles.
Pour into a large bucket filled with cold water.
Old Yuan and Old Deng beat and squeezed the powder into the pot.
When it was cooked, Song Qiu was responsible for fishing it out and setting it on fire.
Don't stop until the two pots of kneaded starch are cooked into vermicelli.
Lao Yuan and his wife then poured in new dry starch cubes, added water and mixed them vigorously.
Here, after the vermicelli had cooled in a large bucket for a period of time, Song Qiu took a pair of scissors and fished the vermicelli into a small bucket and then passed it through a stream of water to cut it.
The cut vermicelli had been shaped and would not stick to one place. Song Qiu took it to the backyard, where bamboo poles had already been set up, and they were the same ones that dried chili peppers last time.
Then hang the short vermicelli on a bamboo pole to dry.