The old Song family originally grew indica rice from the south, which has a harder taste. In addition, the rice selection is mediocre, so the taste is really bad, on the same level as the rice in the supermarket that costs one or two yuan a pound.
But this year Song Tan came to plant rice. Considering that his family was old, he chose japonica rice, which is often available in the north.
Japonica rice is shorter and fatter, with a soft, delicate and sweet texture. Except for making egg fried rice, which is worse than indica rice, everything else is pretty good.
The most important thing is that in order to plant two crops of rice this year, their family planted the rice earlier than normal.
Japonica rice will be more cold-resistant, and the amylopectin structure will appear sweeter under large temperature differences...
In short, adapt measures to local conditions.
Because of this, Song Sancheng was mumbling for a long time, and the central idea was just one -
Over the years, he has become accustomed to eating hard rice and doesn't like the soft and sticky rice.
What's more, based on their farm experience decades ago, harder rice will make you hungrier.
It was Song Tan's words that convinced him:
"Dad, twenty years ago when you were harvesting rice, you had to pick it home in bundles. Now we have machines, and our family also hires people to do endless jobs... Qiao Qiao is already so old, you won't return it
Imagine how hard we worked when we were kids, right?"
"Eat something soft, which will put less burden on the stomach and intestines."
No, this is the kind of rice popsicles that are rolling in the blazing stove.
The fragrance of rice filled the whole yard, making everyone feel a little restless.
Even though Song Tan had just neatly chopped up a few watermelons to satisfy everyone's appetite, some people still stood at the door involuntarily, their noses twitching like hungry puppies.
After smelling it, the female classmate returned to the living room emotionally, and then sighed:
"How can I say that the fruits of my own labor are the best? It's probably because I worked really hard today. Why does tonight's meal smell so sweet to me?"
"Just this rice, I can eat three big bowls of it just because of the smell!"
Normally, this would be an exaggerated joke. But when everyone remembered the tummy of what they had eaten for lunch, they all became curious again:
"How sweet is it?"
The female classmate waved her hand: "The smell in the living room is not even one-tenth as good as the smell outside."
"I'll go smell it too!"
"I'll go too! I don't have much work to do today. I'm just trying to catch a fish. I have to see if the filter disappears..."
Two classmates ran out.
Everyone waited for a while and found that no one came back. Then they turned around——
"Good guy, Chen Zhou, you're eating secretly in the kitchen!"
"I didn't eat it secretly!"
The old classmate was also single and blocked the door of the kitchen: "The smell is just too fragrant. Can't I stand over and take a few more whiffs?"
As soon as he said this, everyone looked at each other, and then they all rushed to the door.
Then he paused again.
They looked at me and looked at you: "Why do I feel... the sweetness of this rice doesn't seem to be a filter added to the fruits of our own labor?"
It's really fragrant.
The sweetness of rice is difficult to describe in words. It is a smell that makes people feel like they are pressed from the heart to the stomach...
The saliva...the saliva is coming out! Everyone is struggling to maintain their sanity.
In fact, rice contains most starch, which is not high in nutrients. Eating too many carbohydrates will make you fat.
But……
"If you don't eat carbs, you will become stupid, and I really love rice!"
"Me too!"
"Oh, let's lose weight tomorrow. I exercised today -"
As soon as he said this, someone else rushed to the kitchen door.
Just then, the rice in the big pot was boiling and the seventh cousin was scooping out the rice soup with a ladle.
The simple stainless steel basin was filled with milky white rice soup. If everyone hadn't been reserved and didn't step through the kitchen door, they would have drooled into the basin.
The seventh cousin also plans to make a soup out of this rice soup!
At this moment, he also took a deep breath: "Tandan has a way of growing things! Look, this rice is not the same thing as what we used to eat."
He raised his beard proudly to Grandma Qi: "How about it? Go back to your hometown and enjoy your life. If I hadn't been skilled in craftsmanship, where would I have eaten such good food?"
People who eat it will be light and healthy, and they will be happy every day, even if they are given to gods.
Grandma Qi also swallowed.
But she was old, and her mind was a little burdened. She looked at the crowd of people standing at the door, but she didn't say anything about drinking a bowl of rice soup first.
It wasn't until Cousin Seven filled the rice soup that it was nearly full and put the lid back on the pot, and the tangy aroma subsided a little.
Just a little, not much.
Looking at the people standing at the door, he simply waved his big spoon and said, "Come on, go get a bowl. I'll give you a bowl of rice soup to warm your stomach."
On this hot day, everyone was sweating profusely, and no one thought it was a problem to warm their stomachs. At this moment, they just turned around and shouted loudly: "Song Tan, where is your bowl?"
Song Tan came over to take a look - although she was a little greedy, her old classmates were very easy to kill.
It's just rice soup, drink whatever you want.
"I'll get it, it's in the dining room cupboard -"
Before she even lifted her feet, some classmates rushed in impatiently, and soon came out with a whole pack of disposable bowls.
So, everyone in the family filled a bowl.
The milky white rice soup rippled slightly in the brown paper bowl. Everyone was not too hot and they were reluctant to move back to the living room for fear of spilling a little bit of the rice soup on the way...
Instead, he stood in the yard under the blue night sky, blowing his breath.
Aunt Lianhua knew about Xin Jun. Seeing that several young men had been unable to come out of the house all day, Aunt Lianhua carried an enamel tray from an unknown age with Double Happiness on it, and brought three full bowls of soup up.
In the kitchen, the considerate seventh cousin had already used several large bowls to set aside a separate portion.
At this point, the large bowl of soup had already been swallowed by the students while blowing the hot air and "hissing, hissing".
It made Song Tan dumbfounded——
The conscience of heaven and earth, this is really not the process she arranged! After all, although Fairy Tan admits that she is stingy, she has not calculated it.
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"I just finished eating watermelon and drank rice soup. I filled my stomach with water. Are you still eating tonight?"
“Must eat!”
"That's right! I'll eat the rice I threshed with my own hands no matter what!"
"If nothing else, I can eat three big bowls of this rice!" "I want to eat crispy rice."
"I want to eat, too……"
Okay, the soup has just been eaten, and everyone is chatting and getting greedy again.
Even Song Tan was speechless.
I had no choice but to rush them into the living room: "Don't stay here. Go and take a rest. Aren't you tired from the day?"
It wasn't until everyone entered the house that she slowly walked into the kitchen, then took a sip of her own bowl.
how to say?
Very touching.
It’s been half a year since I came back, and I can happily eat a bowl of rice today.
The seventh cousin is still thinking: "Next year I need to plant more rice, some glutinous rice, and some indica rice. The good indica rice will not taste bad, it's just a different texture - I'll make egg fried rice later and it will definitely be particularly delicious."