Here, old Yuan was plucking the chicken feathers, while Song Qiu took the bowl of chicken blood and put it in, and then asked Zhang Lihua to boil water.
Invite someone to a meal. When someone comes, of course you have to prepare some snacks for them to eat. There is nothing else at home. In this weather, eating melon seeds will make you choke.
So Song Qiu has long been thinking about the pea powder sent by the shopkeeper. On a hot day, eating a bowl of cold shrimps is not too refreshing.
It's just that there is no ice cubes, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if the ice is cold or not, just quench your thirst and smooth your mouth.
Song Qiu took out the small bag of pea flour from the cupboard. There was no colander, so Song Qiu made one himself. He took out the large wicker fence and poked small holes in it one by one with scissors.
Uniform.
While poking, Song Qiu did not forget to tell Zhang Lihua: "I can't use the fence at home. I'll borrow it from your family later."
Zhang Lihua saw that she had poked holes in the good fence, and then listened to her words and said confusedly: "You broke the good fence just to borrow my fence?"
"You'll know later." Song Qiu laughed, took a clean pottery basin, poured out half of the pea flour, put in an appropriate amount of cold water, and stirred evenly.
Then he filled two clean large wooden basins with cool water that had just been pressed from the water well. It was cool. This water was clean and natural well water. You would not get diarrhea if you drank it like this. Then put it on
Keep on the chopping board next to the stove.
At this time, the water in the pot was boiling, and Song Qiu poured the mixed pea flour into the pot, stirring the pot while pouring.
Until all the pea flour paste falls down, and the rapid stirring in the pot gradually thickens and turns into a sticky batter.
Song Qiu quickly scooped up the batter in a pottery basin, and then called Zhang Lihua, "Lihua, come here and help me hold the fence."
Zhang Lihua responded, and Song Qiu quickly used a spatula to scoop up a spoonful of batter into the leaky grate, pressing it continuously.
The batter drilled down through the small holes one by one, leaked into the clear water in the wooden basin below, and turned into individual individual lines.
Because this colander is not professional, the shape of the cold shrimps that are leaked out does not look very good. They are just long strips, but the taste is fine, so there is no need to be demanding.
Song Qiu moved quickly, constantly scooping the batter into the pan and pressing it. Before the batter dried and thickened, it turned into cold shrimps with a hint of green swimming in the clear water.
Zhang Lihua watched from beginning to end, feeling amazed, "Ah Qiu, what is this? I have never seen it before? How to eat this? Can it be eaten?"
Old Yuan, who had disemboweled the chicken and prepared the entrails and brought it in, also looked at the second half and was equally surprised, "I know these peas. How can the powder of peas be made into something like this? What is this called?"
With the rice dumplings in front of them, although the two of them were surprised, they didn't doubt why Song Qiu could make something they had never seen before. They just assumed that Song Qiu was smart and clever.
"This, I call it cold shrimp." Song Qiu said.
Zhang Lihua looked at it and said, "Cold shrimp? These are thin strips that slide back and forth in the water. Even if they look like that, they still look like that small fish. Why are they called cold shrimps? How do you eat these?"
That's because of the colander. Anyway, it's called cold shrimp.
Song Qiu said something in his heart and said: "Wait." Then he changed the water in both basins again and again. The water was cold to the touch and no longer hot. Then he stopped. There was no ice, so he had to rely on water.
Change the water several times to dissipate heat faster.
After changing the water for the cold shrimps to ensure that they would not clump together in the water, Song Qiu washed the pot, poured a little water into the pot, and after boiling, put in half a kilogram of brown sugar bought in the morning and simmered it over low heat.
cook.
Simmer until the brown sugar melts and turns into thick brown sugar water, then serve it in a small clay pot.
Then, Song Qiu brought three earthen bowls, poured three spoons of cold shrimp into the three bowls with a strainer, and then poured brown sugar water into the bowls with a small spoon.
"Here, mix the brown sugar water evenly. This brown sugar cold shrimp is ready to eat!"
A bowl of cold shrimp turns into a black and red bowl as soon as the brown sugar water is poured into it, which makes people very appetizing.
Brown sugar is a good thing. Just drink it with water and it will be sweet.
Old Yuan and Zhang Lihua picked up the bowls and couldn't wait to take a big sip.
There were no extra small spoons for them to eat with, but luckily they didn't use any spoons, so the slippery cold shrimps slipped right into their mouths.
The sweet taste mixed with the soft and refreshing texture of the cold shrimp will instantly make your eyes shine.
Song Qiu also brought a bowl to drink. Except that it was not as cold as the later generations, everything else was just right and delicious!
Soon, all three of them finished a bowl of cold shrimp, and they were still a little bit unsatisfied.
But there were others who hadn't eaten, and they had no choice but to give up, "Okay, put it aside, wait for the guests to come, and each of us can drink a bowl first to quench our thirst!"
The snacks before the meal are ready, and the next step is to prepare the big meal.
The dishes arranged by Song Qiu tonight are as follows: a chestnut stewed chicken, a chili diced chicken, a crispy fish, a spicy crab and shrimp, a steamed pork vermicelli, a braised large intestine, a stir-fried chicken with chili and pumpkin shreds,
A loofah and chicken blood soup.
Standard eight dishes, banquet specifications.
The staple food is dry rice, which is the most solemn way to entertain guests.
These dishes are arranged one by one from large to small.
Song Qiu arranged the task first. Old Yuan peeled chestnuts. These chestnuts were also given by the rice shop owner. They were free. They were boiled in water first to make them easier to peel.
Zhang Lihua started to light the fire first. When the pot was hot, Song Qiu poured two bowls of rice into it and stir-fried it.
Mr. Yuan was sitting at the table nearby peeling chestnuts. Seeing that the rice was also used for frying, he couldn't help but wonder, "What is it doing? If the rice is cooked, it will be cooked. What's the point of frying it?"
"Fry the pounded rice flour and make steamed pork with rice flour." Song Qiu said while stir-frying.
"Steamed pork with vermicelli? What is that? Steamed meat? I have eaten this steamed fish before. How do you eat steamed meat? And use rice?" Old Yuan couldn't help but muttered, but didn't ask any more questions. We'll see later.
You'll find out soon.
The rice was fried until it turned white and looked almost like glutinous rice. Song Qiu quickly scooped it up, let it dry in a bowl, and then threw in a handful of peppercorns and stir-fried.
When it was almost fried, it was put up and left to dry. Song Qiu washed the pot, added water to the pot and boiled it, and asked Zhang Lihua to watch the fire while taking the little pair to the nest and pounding the rice.
Zhang Lihua, who often pounded eggplants and peppers, was familiar with this stuff. When Zhang Lihua heard that she wanted to pound broken rice, she nodded, took the pestle and started pounding it.
Song Qiu hurriedly said: "Cover the openings with your hands to prevent the rice from jumping and running out."
Having said that, I went to pick up the pig intestines for processing.
A large intestine weighing more than ten kilograms is troublesome to handle.
Otherwise, there would be so many people in the later generations who like it but don’t do it often.
Song Qiu first rinsed the large intestine with clean water, and then carefully cleaned the fat and oil on the surface of the large intestine. When the outside was clean, he took a chopstick and pressed it against the opening to turn the large intestine outward until every piece of intestine was removed.
All turned over.
The large intestine is the dirtiest, with a lot of fat and oil, and a lot of yellow and green residue. If it is not cleaned, the fat intestine will be useless and not delicious!
So Song Qiu handled it very carefully, cleaning everything without leaving any residue.
There is a large intestine, which inevitably wastes time.
Old Yuan and Zhang Lihua here have done their own things well, and it was only here that Song Qiu took care of all the large intestines.
Of course, this was not over yet. Song Qiu stood up, brought flour, and poured a large handful into the wooden basin.
Old Yuan was seen exclaiming repeatedly, "Ah Qiu! That's white noodles!"