"Why are these white sesame seeds? Are they not separated?"
"It's okay."
Song Tan took a look and said, "They're all about the same. We eat the same."
"Really?" Yan Ran was a little doubtful, but she had never grown sesame seeds before, and the seventh cousin was busy in the kitchen at the moment, so after hesitating for a moment, she quickly fell into confusion again.
Throwing sesame seeds is a repetitive but hard-working action. Although it is simple, it requires a lot of strength. Once or twice is okay, but it can be repeated hundreds of times. In this high temperature of more than 30 degrees, even if the sun has not reached its peak,
When it's hot, it's enough to make people gasp for breath.
But Professor Song came out to take a look: "Why don't you tap slowly while pinning it upside down?"
Song Tan pointed to the pile next to him: "It's just a small amount. There's no need to be so precise. It's much faster to break and beat."
She was very strong, moved quickly, and controlled her strength well. At this moment, there were a bunch of empty poles around her. However, Yan Ran, brother and sister were dumbfounded——
That’s it, why did you forget that you can knock?
I wanted to change the method, but thinking about the slowness of the knocking, I might as well just leave it like this——
It's really hot!
However, the live broadcast room is now quiet. Even the chatter between Song Tan and the others seems to have faded away, and the colorful barrage has quickly decreased. Before the new fans can wonder why no one is talking, the colorful reward special effects appear again.
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[Thank you to the anchor, I would like to say a few words before going to bed]
[I had a splitting headache after staying up late and couldn't sleep, but I'm feeling much better now]
[Anchor will make more sesame seeds next year, this one is so rhythmic]
【I’m too sleepy, anchor me】
This was obviously half the story. The new fans stared at the repetitive and boring scenes in the live broadcast room and looked around blankly.
Listening to the intertwining sounds of "pop", "rustling" and "thrusting", I gradually fell into a drowsy state...
No, no! It's a working day today! It's just past seven o'clock now. I'm going to be late for work...
The number of viewers in the live broadcast room dropped rapidly, but at the same time, the number of followers in the live broadcast room increased sharply, approaching the 300,000 mark. The person in charge of the backstage couldn't help but smile, and immediately decided to wait until the next broadcast to make a phone call to ask him to take care of himself.
Keep it hot!
If you are willing, their platform even has connected mcn organizations that can cooperate and operate...
Oops, after all these years, there is finally another promising pastoral anchor!
The weather was too hot, and the battery of the mobile phone was consumed rapidly. Before Song Tan and others finished their work, the phone was completely shut down.
Everyone in the live broadcast room:...
It’s nothing, I’m used to it, at least today the host has them in mind and hasn’t left his sight.
…
With just two points of sesame seeds, a few people beat and beat each other until nine o'clock, which is basically enough (it has to be said that Song Tan's efficiency alone is more than that of the three of them!)
Song Tan tied up the sesame poles again——
The seventh cousin said that he would use this to smoke meat and duck. He said that there is a special aroma in the sesame sticks, and the scattered sesame seeds inside will also have a fat aroma after being burned. If it is smoked into the meat with other ingredients, it will
Extraordinarily rich and delicious.
In short, it must be utilized thoroughly and not wasted.
The three of them, Yan Ran, pulled the thick plastic skin and shook it to gather together the scattered sesame seeds, leaves, broken stems and pods, and then poured them into the radish sieve on the side.
Qiaoqiao was wearing a hat and already holding up the small sieve happily: "I'll do it, I'll do it!"
He enjoyed playing this so much that he didn't think the hot weather was a hindrance at all. Instead, he shook the sieve enthusiastically and sifted the sesame seeds onto the lower plastic skin.
Over and over again, I feel happy but miss Shu.
Song Tan:......
She looked up at the sun in the sky, then looked at Qiaoqiao, whose cheeks were flushed with heat and whose clothes were soaked with sweat, and she thought to herself that this silly kid didn't even know how to move to a shady place.
But, this is my biological brother, what can I do?
She grabbed Qiaoqiao by the collar:
"Stop playing around now, put all these things over there and sift them again. I have to dry the mung beans, and I have to harvest the mung beans tomorrow."
Qiaoqiao: "Oh."
Everyone moved and lifted, and finally dragged the few piles of sesame seeds to the corridor.
It happened that the seventh cousin was carrying a basket and was about to go to the vegetable garden to pick up some vegetables. He saw a pile of black and white sesame seeds and brown broken stalks fused together on the plastic skin, and he couldn't help but be stunned:
"Why are these all mixed up?"
Qiao Qiao raised her head blankly: "Ah? They just mix together like this!"
Seventh Cousin:...I'm not asking you!
He looked at Song Tan, very depressed. Song Tan couldn't figure it out even more: "Aren't they all sesame? Last time I took Qiao Qiao to eat the fried chicken that came with duck, and she could choose the color of sesame!"
So doesn’t this mean that you can eat whatever you want?
Qiao Qiao also remembered it and said quickly:
"Sister! The fried chicken is different and delicious than the rice at home. There are three more little ducks that I haven't collected yet!"
Song Tan: ...The ducks are a seasonal gift, and I don’t know how many times they have been replaced now.
She pretended not to hear: "Quickly sift the sesame seeds."
"okay!"
But the seventh cousin was very angry: "Then if black sesame and white sesame are the same, why do they have two colors? Black sesame nourishes the kidneys and white sesame moistens the lungs, but their functions are different!"
“Besides, there’s a lot of white sesame oil!”
A good cook would never be so perfunctory!
Song Tan:......
How could she remember this! Little Zhizhi was divided into gangs! This is definitely not her fault!
At this moment, she looked at her seventh cousin and sincerely suggested: "How about... just eat it casually like this?"
Seeing the other person's eyebrows raised, Song Tan quickly promised: "Next year! Next year I will plant two acres of land! One acre black and one acre white, you can divide it how you want! Even if it's colorful, we can plant it!"
Seventh Cousin:......
He looked at the pile of messy things and picked up the basket with a headache: "Forget it, let me soak it in water when I use it later!"
Even though I said this, I was obviously still a little depressed.
Yes, white sesame seeds are oily, and they usually sink to the bottom. You can separate the two types by soaking them in water. But the problem is that the sesame seeds soaked in water don’t have the same flavor when used!
When the seventh cousin was young, he used to pay attention to adapting measures to local conditions and using whatever was necessary.
But at Song Tan's house, the meals he ate every meal were so good and the ingredients were so good that he invisibly raised his requirements for himself...
However, this family, called Qi Cousin, to use a common saying, is like a wild boar that cannot eat fine chaff!
He even doubted that if he cooked a pot of pig food, the group of people would enjoy it...
The seventh cousin felt aggrieved and had a feeling of desolation that it was difficult to find a close friend. At this moment, he was pulling peppers in the field, thinking about it, and made up his mind——
No matter what, he needs to find a companion who knows how to cook!
Isn’t Song Tan looking for a cook? Don’t worry about whether he’s a cook or not, he’s going to have to get one even if he’s tricking someone!!