Chapter 117 Sweet, salty, salty and spicy bean curd who picks
There was nothing else except light soy sauce, chili oil, and salt. She had to put some cooked oil with noodles, add chili oil, and salt.
Seeing her adding these things to the bowl, the others suddenly felt as if they had seen a ghost.
"Zhizhi, you added it wrong. This tofu pudding needs sugar to taste delicious. Can you eat this? Brother, I'll give you this bowl. You can eat mine, the one with sugar!"
Boss Song swallowed his saliva subconsciously, thinking that Song Zhizhi didn't know what to do or had a sudden idea.
Song Laowu also wrinkled his face, "Zhizhi, this looks so unpalatable. What do you think? Why don't you eat my bowl? It's delicious without adding anything!"
Song Zhizhi was surrounded by people, but she shook her head, "It's really delicious. I like eating it like this. If you don't believe it, you can try it for yourself. I really like it. Don't change it for me!"
After saying that, she ate it with big mouthfuls. It was tender, smooth, salty and spicy, and she was so happy!
Seeing that her expression of enjoyment did not look like she was faking it, Mr. Song and others were doubtful, so they took Song Laowu's bowl without adding anything and made another bowl according to Song Zhizhi's method.
The brothers curiously took a spoonful of it and tasted it. In an instant, various sounds came and went.
"Ugh, this is too unpalatable. What does it taste like? It's salty, spicy, and greasy. It's too unpalatable. Zhizhi, are you okay?"
"Yes, is it really delicious? Don't have diarrhea later! Sugar is so delicious, why do you eat salt!"
"No way, I think it's delicious, better than sweet!"
"I also think I'll make another bowl to make spicy and salty ones. It's really delicious!"
"Are you crazy? You actually like to eat salty food with chili peppers. You are crazy!"
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Watching them chattering and hyping up, Song Zhizhi seemed to have a scene in front of his eyes that more than ten years later, the Internet would always be hyping up sweet tofu pudding, salty tofu pudding, salty and spicy tofu pudding, sweet rice dumplings, salty rice dumplings, and bacon rice dumplings.
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After eating the rest quickly, Song Zhizhi quickly stopped her.
"Okay, okay, stop arguing. It's just a bowl of beancurd. Eating is for happiness. It's normal for everyone to have different tastes. Even if you don't understand, don't criticize other people's preferences. There are no rigid rules in the world, right?
,Each have their own thing, don’t worry about so many things, you have nothing to do!”
After saying that, the brothers didn't dare to talk much, so they all shut up and each ate his own food.
Other adults also laughed and took the salty and spicy food from the children's bowls to taste. Some people still opened the door to a new world, while others accepted their incompetence.
But all in all it's fun.
"Okay, my sister is right. Don't use your own preferences to dictate other people's preferences in the future. Just like Laba porridge, others eat it on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, but our family only eats it on the twenty-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month. If you tell me, others won't laugh at you?"
Grandpa Song made a summary, and everyone else completely understood that everyone and every family is really different!
Others celebrate the festival, but their family celebrates the festival when the whole family is together. The Laba porridge eaten together is the delicious Laba porridge!
After dinner in the evening, the family prepared the various ingredients for making eight-treasure porridge together and soaked them before going to rest.
Song Zhizhi slept extremely soundly. As soon as her eyes closed and opened, it was dawn. The smell of fireworks and the smell of food outside the door made her quickly run out of bed, put on clothes and go out from the cold winter magic attack.
After washing up, I took a bowl of hot Laba porridge, took a bite, and warmed my heart. What a wonderful day it was!
Song Zhizhi was obsessed with it. In the kitchen, her grandparents and aunts were dividing the cooked tofu. Generally, rural families who make tofu at home would share some with the neighbors to try.
This time was no exception. Teacher Tan went to the county to celebrate the New Year, so there was no need to give it away. Grandma Pan next door, a bowl for Sister Wang’s family in the back, and those further away who had helped before were all given away.
Then there are four plates of tofu left!
Save half a plate for lunch, use the remaining one plate to make molded tofu, two plates to make fried tofu, and the last half to make dried tofu for Chinese New Year stir-fry.
As for konjac tofu, store it in a cool place and eat it during the Chinese New Year!
The eldest uncle, the third aunt, and the fourth aunt are busy with tofu, each one is responsible for one kind, and the fifth aunt is responsible for growing the bean sprouts. They are ready now, and it will be a good time to eat them in a few days.
Grandma Song was in charge of lighting the fire. Grandpa Song and several uncles went out to deliver tofu and socialize. When they came back, they cleaned up all the ditches around the house.
At night, the results were full!
The floor below the cabinet is full of tofu creations that are ready to be finished.
On the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, I fried a big pot of crispy pork in the morning. Everyone got a piece and hid it all in the cupboard. In the afternoon, they fried the meat until it was blanched and browned to make it delicious.
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The uncles went to the river to net fish and brought back several river fish weighing three to four kilograms to raise. They must have a surplus every year during the Chinese New Year. This fish is indispensable!
In the afternoon, the family was busy making their own glutinous rice flour and preparing to eat glutinous rice balls on New Year's Day. This is Grandpa Song and Grandma Song's favorite!
After a busy day, tomorrow is the highlight. I have to get up at 4:30 to go to the market and set off at 5, which is barely suitable, so the whole family goes to bed very early to prevent being unable to get up the next day.
Song Zhizhi also ran around for a day, fell asleep on the bed, and was still a little confused until her grandparents woke her up in the morning.
If she hadn't thought about the lottery today, she would have stayed in bed and braved the cold wind, holding warm corn cakes in her hands, and walked to the town with the whole family.
Since the food at home was almost ready, there wasn’t much I needed to buy, so I only carried four backpacks when I went out. There were many adults at home, so Song Zhizhi walked among the crowd. She was short and didn’t feel too cold.
The wind blew my face.
They joked and warmed up along the way, and time passed quickly. The group of people soon arrived in the town. Usually, only the cross street was the busiest, but today, the streets from the cross street to the entrance of the junior high school were full of people.
Grandma Song then took Song Zhizhi's hand to prevent her from being squeezed and lost!
I met many acquaintances on the road. After saying hello, we each went about our own business. Buying melon seeds and peanut candies was the first priority, followed by new clothes for the New Year.
Adults generally don't want it, but the children at home must be prepared.
Grandpa Song and Grandma Song took Uncle Song to buy melon seeds and peanut candies, while the aunt and other aunts took Song Zhizhi and others to look at clothes in one clothing store after another.
Not surprisingly, clothes are still very expensive this year.
A very ordinary coat costs seven to eight yuan, or more than a dozen yuan. It's a money grab, but they also gave me a piece of clothing.
Song Zhizhi's aesthetics didn't look good at all. After shopping around a few stores, she immediately shook her head and said, "Auntie, I don't want to buy clothes. I don't like them. Why don't you just buy me a hairpin!"
"Yes, we don't like it either, so we won't buy it this year. It would be nice to have meat to eat!"