"I know it's white flour." Song Qiu responded, put the cloth bag back into the cupboard, grabbed a handful of salt, threw it back into the wooden basin, and then began to mix the flour with it and knead the large intestine vigorously.
"You know it's white flour, but you still waste it like this. This white flour costs seven or eight cents a pound! You can cook two bowls of noodles." Old Yuan felt so distressed that his brows wrinkled.
"Using white flour to process the sausage will make it cleaner and avoid the smell. I'll just use this little bit. The sausage will be delicious later and it won't be a loss." Song Qiu was reasonable.
Even though Old Yuan felt distressed, the white flour had been rubbed into the large intestine and there was no way he could save it, so he had to keep his mouth shut.
Song Qiu rubbed the large intestine vigorously and repeatedly until a lot of mucus was secreted and the fishy smell became lighter. Then he used the hot water in the pot to clean the large intestine twice.
Then he turned the large intestine back one by one, sprinkled some salt on it, rubbed it repeatedly, and let it sit for a while to dissipate the last fishy smell. Then he washed it with hot water several times, and then it was done.
Then, put water in the pot, add ginger slices, some star anise, cinnamon and fennel, add the sausage and cook.
While the sausages were cooking, Song Qiu began to process the chicken, chop half of it into large pieces, and remove the chicken breasts and chop them into cubes.
At the same time, he asked Lao Yuan to go to the vegetable garden and pick a lot of peppers, and bring back two tender pumpkins and two loofahs.
After the chicken was chopped, Song Qiu then cut up the whole chicken belly. There was a lot of chicken fat, chicken liver, chicken intestines, etc. It was just a bowl of earth.
Slice chicken liver, cut chicken intestines into sections, and cut chicken gizzards into flowers.
After cutting these, move on to other pieces and cut out everything you need.
I cut a big bowl full of peppers, cut a lot of them into strips with a hob, cut the tender pumpkin into thin strips, and photographed the ginger and garlic.
For a moment, the kitchen room was filled with the sound of chopping. Old Yuan and Zhang Lihua’s eyelids twitched and their eyes widened, as if they had seen Song Qiu chopping vegetables for the first time, with the knife in her hand.
It's like playing, neat and simple.
Especially when cutting the pumpkin shreds, I cut them so fast that I couldn’t even see the movements clearly. However, the pumpkin shreds that came out were extremely thin, and they were all the same thin. There was no sudden difference at all.
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Zhang Lihua swallowed her saliva and said, "Aqiu, your sword skills are so powerful!"
"Amazing, right? Who told me that I have a talent for cooking? Don't try to learn it. If you cut off your finger," Song Qiu smiled proudly.
At this time, the fat intestines in the pot were almost cooked. Song Qiu lifted up the bamboo raft, picked up all the fat intestines, and put them in a dustpan to dry first.
Clean the pot and stew the chicken first. This old chicken needs to be stewed for a long time before it becomes soft and delicious.
Pour water into the pot, add chicken pieces, add a few pieces of ginger, cook for half a quarter of an hour, remove the blood, then pick it up, wash the pot and add water, add a piece of old ginger to the blanched chicken pieces, and cover it with a bamboo cover
, stewed.
The chicken is domestically raised and natural, and the chestnuts are also good. You don’t need to add too many things to this soup, and it’s best to have the original flavor.
Simmer over high heat for two quarters of an hour, add the chestnuts, and throw in a few unused red dates for making rice dumplings, then simmer over low heat for two quarters of an hour, lift the bamboo cover, and the golden soup is bright and clear, especially delicious.
The aroma is tangy.
During this period, Song Qiu will start to taste the small fish, add appropriate amount of salt, appropriate amount of soy sauce, minced ginger, garlic, and Sichuan peppercorns, mix them well with his hands, then beat a few eggs into it, coat it in flour, and set it aside.
By the way, I cut the small crabs into four pieces with two knives. The taste was still good, but I only used a little flour, not as much as the small fish.
But this was enough to make Old Yuan's eyelids twitch. She kept muttering in her heart that she was a prodigal, and she couldn't help but said: "Aqiu, this is a hard-shell thing with only a few ounces of meat. Just boil it and eat it." , Why are you wasting this much white flour? Isn’t it all in vain!”
"You can eat the milk later and see how delicious it is!"
"It smells good. There are so many white noodles and so many eggs. Why doesn't it smell good?" Old Yuan's flesh ached.
"Just wait and see, baby, it will definitely be my little Yuxiang!"
Listening to the conversation between the grandfather and grandson, Zhang Lihua couldn't help but cover her mouth and snicker behind the stove. She was envious of the relationship between grandfather and grandson like this.
When the chicken in the pot was stewed, Song Qiu took it out in a large clean pottery basin, covered it with something, and put it in a cupboard. It was a hot day, so it wouldn't get too cold if he ate it later.
This dish was ready, and I saw the sun outside slowly setting towards the west mountain.
Song Qiu put the rice under water first, took it out and simmered it in the iron pot at the back.
There were a lot of people, so she cooked enough rice to ensure that one person could eat two or three bowls.
Then he poured soybean oil into the pot, which was less than half of the pot. Old Yuan's eyelids twitched again, and he opened his mouth to speak. At this time, there was a sound outside, but it was Man Ju who came with her daughter and son. Next door, old Mrs. Deng also came with her grandson and Mrs. Miao.
Old Yuan couldn't care less and hurried out to greet the guests.
Seeing that her milk had come out, Song Qiu stuck out his tongue and breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing this, Zhang Lihua burst into laughter.
When the oil in the pot warmed up, Song Qiu grabbed the small fishes that were well-coated in flour and put them into the pot one by one. The oil splashed out, which scared Zhang Lihua under the stove and screamed, and she hurriedly put them in. Hide behind.
"Aqiu, what are you doing? You're going to kill me."
Song Qiu said quickly: "I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you in advance. This oil will burn very hard. Don't throw things into it and don't splash it out. The fire is like this. Don't worry about it for now. Go and help me get the fence first." .”
However, she didn't move at all, and then put the small fish into the oil pan without being splashed by the oil at all. It was as if the oil was avoiding her, and she looked very comfortable.
Zhang Lihua stepped back a little. Seeing this situation, she said: "Ah Qiu, this oil is so powerful, and you can still stand there. It's really amazing."
"I'm used to it," Song Qiu said casually.
Zhang Lihua was confused after hearing this. How could she get used to it? It was around this time that Aqiu started to be around the pot.
However, she didn't want to think too much, Lao Yuan and others also came in, wanting to see Song Qiu cooking.
Zhang Lihua hurriedly ran out to get her own fence.
As soon as they came in, they saw that there was a lot of oil in the pot. Old Deng's eyes were twitching in fright. The oil was free of charge.
Afraid of being criticized by his mouth, Song Qiu quickly said: "It will be extremely painful if the oil splashes on your body. Please take them to sit in the room first. I will make the cold shrimps for them to drink and quench their thirst."
After listening to this, Mrs. Yuan was also afraid that others would say her granddaughter was a prodigal, so she quickly agreed and took them out to sit in her own room. There was no main room, so that was all. There were no outsiders on either side.
Zhang Lihua brought back the squid and helped bring the cold shrimps over. She served everyone a bowl over there and called Zhang Laodou and Zhang Hugua from next door to come over and let each of them drink a bowl. , there is only one bowl left in the basin, which is of course reserved for Wu Jin.
The pot was almost full. Song Qiu stopped putting the small fish in, took the chopsticks and flipped them. At the same time, she prepared a clean dustpan and sat in a wooden basin. Watching the small fish fry until they were golden, she quickly picked them up with a fishnet.
, and continued to put small fish into the pot.
After doing this several times, all the small fish were finally blown out.
Song Qiu then put the small crabs and shrimps in and fried them until they changed color, then fished them out quickly.