He immediately said: "Eat, eat, eat! This is delicious! Two more pounds - I beg you to tell me!"
After saying that, he urged Xiao Du: "Come here and you pay."
Then he discussed it with someone again: "I went to a town a few decades ago. On a hot day, the fan in the store made my head spin. The state-owned restaurant ran out of ingredients, so they served us a tomato and subdied soup!"
It was served as rice, vegetable, and soup. I had no appetite at first, but I was so hungry that I couldn’t stand it any more! In the end, I was sweating and gulping down a bowl of it, which is so satisfying!
I wish I could remember it now!
However, they are not allowed to eat fried food on the mountain. Everything they do is light and healthy... Let me ask Lao Zhu to tell me, after boiling the seeds, what does it have to do with deep-frying!
How about some food?
Lao Yang also agrees!
If nothing else, the old variety of spinach is so delicious!
"The soup is delicious and sweet, but it grows on the ground. The yield is not high and it doesn't look good. It's hard to buy now."
Lao Wang was puzzled: "You still use this for cooking? We all eat it directly, and we can eat three to five handfuls at a time!"
Seeing how lively they were chatting, Party Secretary Xiao Zhu suspected that they were picking and choosing on the mountain. One day, they felt sick to their stomach and they couldn't eat tomorrow... They were all fake. They were curious about everything they saw after they arrived!
What a mess! How can a country place be so particular? The oil is already browned even after many times of frying! Just look at the sweaty look on Little Du Ge’s face. Do you dare to give it to him?
But Song Tan thought to herself that after listening to their chat, they all experienced hardship and poverty when they were young. There are more people eating food in the countryside. As long as the stomach and intestines are okay, eating a little will be fine!
Sometimes, people have to be rough!
So he waved his hand: "Qiaoqiao, buy ten catties."
Qiao Qiao also happily stepped forward to hone her unskilled bargaining skills.
But here, Lao Li, who had been looking around, asked: "The burnt leaves are so fragrant, buy some and try them!"
Song Tan took a look and said, "That's easy! Go home and ask Master Jiang to cook it for you, fry it and eat it now!"
Everyone in this village can make it, it’s simple, it just requires some flour and sesame seeds, let alone Master Jiang when you get home, the ulan can be fried fragrant, crispy and delicious!
Having said that, if you go home and fry more, you can eat it at the pig killing feast!
And Lao Li was satisfied: "Yes, yes, it tastes freshly fried! Let's buy some sugar triangles, I haven't had them in years..."
Xiao Wang next to him was anxious and angry. Looking at the sweet sugar triangle, he couldn't bear it!
Song Tan also refused: "Save your stomach, do you want to eat dried pumpkin and sweet potato tonight?"
The dumplings can be eaten, because no one has problems eating them. The sugar dumplings are really bad, they are too sweet. Nowadays, many elderly people have high blood sugar and are greedy, so she has to keep an eye on them.
Once you say this, it will be more effective than any other advice.
Lao Li turned around directly: "Yes, yes, I'm old, I can't eat snacks, I have to eat them with the original flavor..."
Everyone:......
At this moment, Qiaoqiao also came back with a large bag of food.
He was as happy as if he had picked up money:
"Sister! I bargained! I got 15 yuan off!"
Song Tan quickly praised him: "Good, good! Our Qiaoqiao is still better! How much did it cost?"
Just as Qiao Qiao was about to answer, he saw a sound similar to the roar of a tractor coming from the front, and he instantly became excited:
"The pressure is on the rice!"
Then he picked up the bag and rushed forward staggeringly!
Lao Zhu and others also hurried over - driving so far just to see this scene in my memory!
The rice pressing machine is very crude, a dark mass with a big shiny funnel on top, and it is placed on a royal blue tricycle.
There is a big sugar jar next to it, and there are three or four people surrounding it. The bosses are a couple, and they are happily chatting with people at the moment. They are obviously not worried about business.
Accompanied by bursts of sound, the white, long, soft rice rod was squeezed out of the machine slowly and evenly.
The boss lady's rough palm just twisted and pulled it gently, and it quickly broke off and solidified in the air into the slender white rice poles in my memory.
Waiting for the rice pole next to them was a young couple, chatting and laughing, and taking videos. In front of them was a large open plastic bag, which was about the same size as the pile held in Song Tan's arms.
It is true that the rice pole is installed as standard.
It was said to be a big bag, but in fact it didn't weigh much at all. The girl lifted it lightly with one hand and carried it back lightly.
While the machine was still humming, the boss looked at the large group of people coming here with a smile on his face:
"Did you bring rice? You can buy it here if you don't have it. There are also grains."
Of course, the quality of the rice and grains he brought himself was quite average, and the rice sticks he made were dry, crispy, and thin, and had no texture.
Song Tan didn't know this, but Qiao Qiao understood it very well.
At this moment, he raised his hand and said: "Bring it, bring it! Here! I have brought rice and corn grits, I have to mix them together to make them."
The boss was dumbfounded, and the wife of the boss came over cheerfully: "Young man, have you never pressed a rice pole before? This is too much - come on, I'll just get two bowls and put them out."
"No, no, no!" Qiao Qiao shook her head crazily: "We have a lot of family members, and they are all very edible, so we must make this big bag!"
He counted silently: "There are almost thirty people! We still need to give them to relatives!"
The big round table we had for dinner last night couldn’t be squeezed in! Everyone was carrying narrow stools to sit on! The big turntable is usually stuffed against the wall of the warehouse. If there weren’t too many people, it wouldn’t be possible to move it up.
well!
The little boy was worried - it was so delicious! There was not enough rice! So the rice stick must be pressed more!
However, no matter how many dozens of people there are, the boss can’t figure out how much pressure the rice rod needs to press for a bag of several kilograms of rice?
"Ah this..."
He stammered for a long time and finally asked: "Then how do you take it back?"
Qiaoqiao put the rice down and pointed towards the surging crowd: "The cars are parked over there, there are several cars."
boss:……
It wasn't him who promoted this business, it was too much! He panicked!
At this moment, I asked: "Otherwise, there is a market here today and there are many people. There will be no market tomorrow. Can I drive to your door to stop you?"
Qiao Qiao shook her head in despair: "But I want to eat it now..."
The landlady was about to take two sticks out of the bag and give them to him, but she heard Lao Zhu come over and say, "Yes, yes, it's good to have more people pressing rice sticks!"
"There are too few people when we go back to our place, it's not lively."
"Besides, why is your boss like this? You don't even want to do business when the business comes to you!"
It’s all about making money. It’s easier to earn one person’s money. Of course the boss doesn’t want to earn anything! Seeing that they definitely want so much, he can only grit his teeth:
"Okay, wait until I finish pressing the two people in front, and I will press the rest for you! Just say yes first, and when the time comes when you feel it is too much, just say it, and then I will stop!"