When Qiao Qiao and Song Tan came back carrying two large baskets of cabbage, the seventh cousin was holding a huge stainless steel basin and slowly adding warm water to make noodles.
There are so many noodles there, I'm afraid it won't be half a bowl.
The warm water in the gourd was still slowly steaming under the night light. The seventh cousin's skinny palms were slowly stirring the flour into dough in it, and his movements were extremely skillful.
Seeing this, Song Tan couldn't help but feel a little distressed: "Seventh Cousin, if you want to make dumplings next time, let me know in advance and I will buy those ready-made dumpling wrappers."
"What do you know!" The seventh cousin didn't appreciate it at all:
"Can the dumpling wrappers wholesaled by machines be worthy of our little cabbage? You have to roll them out to eat dumplings."
Go, go, go, the persistence of experienced craftsmen.
Song Tan shook his head: "As long as you don't feel tired."
Unexpectedly, the seventh cousin rubbed the dough on his hands and then ordered: "Qiao Qiao, wash your hands and come over to knead the noodles."
He washed his hands and now sat in front of the stove and smiled at Song Tan: "Don't worry, my old man knows how to take care of himself. He won't be tired."
Song Tan:...I can see it.
I really have a lot to worry about.
The seventh cousin is still smug: "Our Qiao Qiao is born to be a chef! Look at how energetic he is at kneading dough! He is stronger than your father."
He turned around and raised his voice again: "Qiaoqiao, when you come back from the amusement park, let's make some steamed buns!"
As long as you add an amusement park, you can say anything. Qiao Qiao agreed loudly.
This silly boy.
Aunt Lianhua laughed: her son could no longer be counted on. Working here every day and looking at Qiao Qiao made Aunt Lianhua feel soft.
Now take out the cabbage from the basket, cut off the roots neatly, then throw them one by one into the basin and rinse them gently.
I have to say that with her help during this period, the work of cooking and washing dishes at home has become much easier.
Although when we first met, the job content was to wash pots, wash dishes and clean up, but Aunt Lianhua always came early and left late every time. If her cooking skills were not as good as those of her seventh cousin, she might have even taken over the cooking work. In fact,
Too diligent.
In fact, they only negotiated a salary of 1,000.
Song Tan knew she had some tricks up her sleeve when dealing with people who took advantage of her, but as she was rushing to work hard, she became softer and softer.
Then she thought for a while: "Aunt Lianhua, old lady at home, why don't you come back to the yard? You can see something happening here, so don't worry."
Aunt Lianhua was quite at a loss: "Then... what should we do? You are all doing the work."
"Why not?"
Song Tan pointed to the work at hand: "If that's true, Aunt Lianhua, you are still working overtime, and I have not asked for overtime pay."
"It will be moved to my grandpa's yard in a few days. Her yard is quite spacious. If you push the old lady into a corner, she will not be lonely alone."
As people get older, their energy and vitality are also important. It is not a good thing for a paralyzed patient to huddle at home and wait quietly every day.
Coming here to watch everyone working at work makes Aunt Lianhua feel more at ease and work harder. Secondly, it is also good for the old lady herself.
Anyway, there were so many people there every day, and the old lady had to keep a meal alone, so it didn't matter if she came to sit in the yard.
Aunt Lianhua no longer knew what to say.
At this moment, he lowered his head and carefully cleaned the jade-white vegetable stem. It took a long time before he made a buzzing sound:
"Okay, I'll push her over tomorrow. If you don't mind, I'll even take care of the hygiene in your house."
What's there to dislike about this?
Song Tan sighed: "No, Aunt Lianhua, you also know that my house will be demolished soon - otherwise, it's better to wait for the new house to be built, and then we can discuss the salary again. Now I'll give it to you first."
Is this money okay?”
"No grievance, no grievance!"
Aunt Lianhua screamed louder than anyone else.
Song Tan's family provides plenty of food to support people. Just because she doesn't speak doesn't mean she can't feel it. Now she pretends to be busy and refuses to speak.
She picked up all the washed cabbage and put it into the hot water pot to blanch. She was busy and determined not to give Song Tan a chance.
The seventh cousin picked up the pork belly he had prepared earlier from the large plastic red basin in the room, and reminded Song Tan:
"Tan Tan, hurry up and buy another big freezer. These two freezers can't even fit in."
Well, all of them are big eaters. Just eating dumplings in one meal can eat up half a cupboard. Not to mention two more, and five more may not be enough!
But as the weather gets hotter, it’s hard to live without it.
Song Tan still sighed: "Okay, okay, buy it first, then put it in my grandpa's yard later."
Don't forget to rewire the wires in the old man's yard when the time comes. Otherwise, if you do this every day, you may not be able to carry it around.
Qiaoqiao was still humming and kneading the dough. The stainless steel basin was smooth and shiny, and the huge dough under his hands was equally delicate and soft.
Because the eucalyptus board is not big enough, I can only reluctantly break it into several balls, knead each ball again, and roll out the dough in sections.
Not to mention, Song Tan went over to take a look and found that Qiao Qiao's talent was probably better than hers - for example, even though she was a fairy reserve now, the dumpling wrapper she made was not as well-proportioned as Qiao Qiao's.
slip.
At this point, Aunt Lianhua had already taken out the blanched cabbage and let it cool down. The seventh cousin's knife was silky smooth, seeming to cut through the skin of the meat effortlessly.
The elastic long strip of meat skin bounced lightly on his hand, and the seventh cousin felt a little regretful: "Oh, this meat skin is used to keep the pot, I don't know how good it will be!"
He turned his head and looked at Qiaoqiao again: "Qiaoqiao, do you want to eat roasted pork rinds?"
"eat!"
Qiao Qiao said loudly, and then added: "I also want to eat pickled pepper pork skin again."
"You are really good at eating!" The seventh cousin looked at him with disgust, and suddenly said with a smile:
"But aren't you going to the amusement park? This meat skin won't taste good if you put it on. My cousin will eat it for you first."
Qiao Qiao stopped kneading the dough and looked at him blankly.
Just when everyone thought he would be aggrieved, they saw him nodding excitedly: "Well, Qiao Qiao is going to the amusement park. It's okay not to eat the skin."
That’s what I said!
The seventh cousin failed to tease the child, so he snorted and quickly cut the pork belly into thin slices, then added water to the pot and simmered it slowly over low heat.
Then I chopped all the prepared cabbage into fine pieces, and it was like a big pot of chopped cabbage.
Then squeeze out the water in a lump.
At this time, the pork belly in the pot has been stir-fried back and forth. Now it is browned on the surface and the water has dried up, leaving half a pot of bright orange oil.
