Now that the days are long and the nights are short, the sun is scorching hot at around 3 o'clock, and the green rushes are basking on the concrete floor outside, which soon looks dull.
Song Youde got up and walked around twice, and couldn't help but sigh and shake his head: "You guys don't know anything now!"
After saying that, he went to the seventh cousin's stove again, picked up two pinches of plant ash with a shovel, and sprinkled it evenly on the rushes.
"You have to do this first, absorb water and remove insects, so that it can be fully exposed to the sun. After we have weaved the straw mat, you will have less to worry about."
Song Tan didn't blush at all: "I've never knitted straw mats, how do I know? Grandpa, just know how to do it! I'll have to rely on you for all the straw mats at home in the future!"
Song Youde raised his lips proudly again:
"That's the old saying: An elder in a family is like a treasure. Do you think you are making it up?"
Song Tan: ...I just complimented you a few words, why are you still so proud? When you say this as an old man, you look so much like Grandma Wang!
Looking at her grandfather's half-cut golden tobacco, she couldn't help but her heart moved: "Grandpa, you cut two more kilograms, and I will give them to my friends."
Song Youde was a little reluctant: "What kind of friend are you? Can't you say goodbye to me?"
Two kilograms of cut tobacco equals nearly three kilograms of dry tobacco leaves, so the tobacco stems can be weighed.
Song Tan thought of his savior - why didn't his friend place orders recently?
"This friend introduced me to a big customer. Every time he places an order, the price is 100,000 yuan. You decide whether to give it away or not."
All right.
Song Youde sat back on the bench and picked up the kitchen knife again: "Bring me another bundle of tobacco leaves."
…
Here, the seventh cousin is still thinking about the menu for the evening——
There were so many people and the weather was hot, so he was also worried.
"Tantan, I think the eggplants in that field are pretty good. Why don't you have a simple meal tonight? Make an eggplant steamed bun and make a bowl of white fungus soup? If that's not enough, how about a bowl of cold noodles?"
Eggplant buns?!
Song Tan was drooling all of a sudden and couldn't help it anymore.
The seventh cousin laughed when he saw her appearance:
"Okay, I'll have this for dinner tonight. I'll go pick some more eggplants from the field and bring back two handfuls of green onions - pick some red peppers for me and I'll stir-fry a sauce for the cold noodles."
There were a lot of people at home, so they said they were just a few eggplant steamed buns. In fact, Song Tan went there with a basket and came back with most of the basket full of eggplants. The two green and tender green onions next to them were particularly juicy.
The seventh cousin called Qiao Qiao again: "Actually, purple eggplant is the best for eggplant steamed buns, but our purple eggplant is not yet ripe, and green eggplant is not that bad either."
"Sometimes, when cooking, we have to use local ingredients. When we can choose, we choose ingredients. When we can't, we have to be flexible."
Qiao Qiao listened obediently: "I know, use it for whatever it is."
"Okay," the seventh cousin is now used to his incisiveness. He is also a bit addicted to teaching such a smart apprentice, and now he is even more rude when giving instructions:
"First pick out the green onions and chop them into finely chopped green onions."
Where does he need to choose?
Aunt Lianhua and the old lady couldn't wait to take the spring onions, pinch them and clean them up.
After Qiaoqiao's practice during this period, although her cutting speed is still a little slow, she can now cut vegetables into the same size and very evenly.
Chopped green onions are just basic skills.
Here, the seventh cousin was even distractedly teaching him: "Cut this eggplant into thick round slices for us to eat at home. Just cut it horizontally. The big and small ones can be eaten."
Compared with other dishes, eggplant steamed buns really have no technical content at all.
Beat some eggs, add some salt, water, flour, chopped green onion and mix well, stir into a thick batter, then dip the eggplant pieces into the batter one by one and put them into the pan, fry slowly over low heat...
Not long after, the unique aroma of eggplant spread over the small courtyard.
Qiao Qiao blanched the white fungus, and then received a new question: "Let me ask you, why do you need to blanch all the ingredients for white fungus soup first?"
Qiao Qiao remembered it too clearly.
He said loudly: "Because if you don't blanch them first and cook them, they will be a little bit sour!"
“When should I add the wolfberry?”
"You have to wait until the white fungus soup is basically cooked before adding it, otherwise it will become pantothenic and the nutrients in it will be destroyed."
"Um."
The seventh cousin was satisfied: "Good boy!"
Qiao Qiao became more and more passionate.
But now, as the sun was setting, Song Youde finally cut out four kilograms of shredded tobacco, carefully weighed it into two parts on a scale, and refused to take any more than one or two.
Then he put his hands behind his back, walked around the pot twice, and took back the rushes that had not been exposed to the sun.
Turning around and finally free, he added: "Do more. I'll call Xiao Zhu over, and I'll ask her to take the shredded tobacco back tonight."
He was minding his own arrangements, but now he felt particularly melancholy: When will a guest come to the house?
There was no one to drink his Maotai, so it didn't taste good. Mainly because he couldn't show off, and he didn't even want to open the bottle.
But he couldn't bear to see random people come by on weekdays, so he felt particularly anxious at this moment.
Xiao Zhu, the party secretary, is hardly seen outside now. When I called him, she didn't even refuse, and soon took a walk over.
As soon as she entered the yard, she smelled the indescribable salty aroma and the attractiveness of fried food, which made her stomach growl.
Looking at Qiao Qiao taking out the white fungus soup one by one and letting it cool down, she still showed her regret invisibly:
"It would be so refreshing if you drank it ice-cold!"
"That's not okay." The old lady Wang Lifen smiled and said: "It's not okay for me to eat cold food all the time. It's not summer yet. It's good to eat more warm food."
All right.
Party Secretary Xiao Zhu also accepted it without any obstacles, and even sighed: "Old people still know how to take care of their bodies. Young people like us, who are hungry and full, eat either spicy food or greasy and cold food...
…After a long time, the stomach and intestines are damaged.”
When Song Youde heard this, he immediately shouted with a loud voice:
"Look, I told you not to stay out of sight! Come directly over for dinner from now on, but you're still embarrassed and you're still lying!"
Song Tan and Zhang Yanping looked at each other and sighed helplessly.
Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, smiled and said: "You feel sorry for me, old man. Have you drunk the wine you brought last time? I have nothing to do tonight. How about I have a drink with you?"
"If you feel like it, I'll bring it to you next time."
Ah yo.
This is a big deal.
Song Youde was immediately overjoyed: "Can you drink it?"
"Yes." Party Secretary Xiao Zhu was particularly generous: "I've been drinking since I was a teenager, so we won't drink too much, just have a drink!"
"Okay, okay!"
Song Youde was already in a hurry to go into the house and rummage through his hidden Maotai wine.
And here, Party Secretary Xiao Zhu also smiled kindly at Song Tan: "The atmosphere in our family is really good."
Song Tan remained silent.
She thought to herself: I have seen someone who can climb the pole better than me.
At this end, Song Youde not only took Maotai, but also took out the bag of shredded tobacco:
"Come to Xiaozhu, I will cut it specially for you this afternoon. You can send it back to your family then. They will definitely like it!"
Party Secretary Xiao Zhu took it over with a smile: "Okay, if there are any good cigarettes at home, I will bring them over for you to try."
Push my "Amazing Magic"... no one is interested in it.
