Chapter 55 Spicy Crayfish with Garlic Sauce (please recommend and collect)
Author: Han Ming
Chapter 55 Spicy Crayfish with Garlic Sauce (please recommend and collect)
Zhang Tie put down his schoolbag. He was obedient today.
Just now, several children from the village came to ask him to go out to play, but he didn't even go.
"Brother An, why are we catching so many big shrimps?"
When he saw Zhang An catching a basket of lobsters, he asked curiously.
At this time, Xiao Yanzi told his brother first.
"Brother An said that prawns are delicious. As long as I obey, he will cook delicious prawns for me."
Zhang An put the shrimps in a big basin and took a brush and scissors to the well to wash the shrimps.
Zhang Tie also followed with a brush.
"Brother, how do you wash this?"
"Just take a brush and brush the mud off its body. Pay attention to the mud inside the cracks."
After Zhang An finished speaking, he demonstrated it to Zhang Tie again.
When Zhang Tie was asked to do his homework, he was not so serious, but he was full of curiosity about new things, so he washed them carefully one by one.
"Hey, Zhang An, why did you catch so many of these things?"
Zhang An took a look and saw that it was Uncle Wang who was across the street from him, here to fetch water.
Zhang An moved the big basin to the other side to make way for the old man.
"Uncle, aren't you greedy? Eat what you got."
“This thing has little meat and consumes a lot of oil, so it’s not cost-effective to eat.”
Indeed, some people still eat it, but because it consumes a lot of fuel and there is not much meat in a shrimp, it is not liked by everyone.
After finally washing the shrimps, Zhang An used scissors to remove the heads and threads from the shrimps.
It was getting late, many people were coming back from the fields, and more and more people were fetching water from the well.
Watching Zhang Jianguo's boy picking up crayfish, he didn't say anything, but he was thinking that life in this family was getting better, and he even started picking up things that cost so much fuel and were so unsatisfactory.
After everything was done, Zhang An went to the side and tore off a banana leaf, wrapped up the remaining shrimp heads on the ground and fed them to the fish in the ditch on the side.
So as not to emit a peculiar smell near the well.
When she got home, Wang Fang had already prepared the meal.
Zhang An washed the pot, put it on the fire, and poured in rapeseed oil.
He also asked Zhang Tie on the side to peel some garlic.
When the oil warmed up, Zhang An poured the crayfish in and started frying.
This craft was learned by him later in life. When eating out, it is too expensive for other people to fry and cook it for you. You can save a lot of money by buying it at home.
While frying, I prepared condiments. If I didn’t have thirteen spices at home, I used other things instead.
More than ten minutes later, a pot full of garlic and spicy crayfish came out.
Zhang An started the meal after putting it on the table.
Zhang An teaches everyone how to peel shrimp shells and how to eat them.
“I didn’t realize it before, but it’s quite delicious when done this way.”
"It's delicious, but it consumes too much oil. I need to pour a pound of oil into this pot, hehe."
Wang Fang just saw Zhang An pouring oil, and she felt distressed.
"Mom, I don't eat this stuff very often. Anyway, it's enough to make a meal once in a while and taste it."
However, the two little guys had a great time eating. After eating a bowl of rice, Zhang An did not dare to let the little Yanzi continue to eat. The last time he ate the accumulated food, he had a stomachache.
The next day, the third uncle and the third aunt came back and took the little swallow back.
The little girl is quite cute when she's good, but it's so hard to handle when she makes a fuss.
Zhang An now understands why those friends in later generations prefer other people's daughters and don't like having children of their own.
At this time, Wang Fang also came back from outside, carrying a pack of green Qingming vegetables.
This happened to her when she went to the mountain. She didn't bring anything with her, so she just carried it back with her apron.
"Mom, let's make Qingming vegetable cake for dinner tonight."
"Let's make it as soon as it's done. You go and pour some glutinous rice noodles out. I'll make the noodles as soon as you're done."
Qingming vegetables are mixed with flour and mixed together to make Qingming vegetable cake, which is a traditional Qingming solar term snack in Wumeng Mountain area.
At this time of year, everyone will go to the mountains to pick the tender tips of Qingming vegetables and come back to make cakes for their families to eat.
Children like to eat it because Qingming vegetable cakes are filled with stuffings, including tofu mixed with shallots, stir-fried bracken and bacon cubes, etc., so they are widely loved by children.
I didn't buy tofu at home today, so I cut into diced spicy pork and wrapped it with lard residue.
Changqing Village is too remote, and the neighboring villages are not close, so the tofu sellers and soy sauce sellers rarely come to the village to do business. If the villagers want to buy, they have to go to the town themselves.
Only those who come once in a while to tinker, fry popcorn and collect grain come regularly.
In the past, when Zhang An was a child, an old man who sharpened his knives would often come to the village to sharpen his kitchen knives, but in recent years he has not been seen anymore.
I heard from the elderly at home that the old man who went around sharpening knives for people has passed away.
Nowadays, every household in the village has its own grindstone, and when the knives at home are dull, they sharpen them at home.
It was not until the next few years, when the roads in the village were repaired and tricycles became popular, that the number of vendors in the village increased.
Those who sell fruits, those who sell snacks, those who sell buns and steamed buns during busy farming periods, and those who sell ice cream.
Zhang An didn't know how to make noodles, so he helped chop the stuffing.
Cut the bacon into cubes, mince the lard residue, chop some chives and stir-fry them together, and the fragrant meat filling is ready.
While Wang Fang was mixing the noodles, he put the thin, arch-bottomed casserole that he used to bake pies at home on the fire.
When the temperature of the pot surface comes up, start filling the stuffing and bake it on the pot.
Fry the Qingming vegetable cake until both sides are golden and exude the fragrance of Qingming vegetable, then you can pick it up and eat it.
Wang Fang mixed a basin of noodles and was able to make thirty or forty pancakes.
Zhang An was full after eating three of them. The rest was baked and put away. When he wanted to eat, he put them on the fire and roasted them. When they were cooked, he could eat them.
In the past few days, people have come to Zhang An's house every day.
Either a matchmaker nearby or an aunt in the village.
Everyone has only one purpose, to marry Zhang An.
The matchmaker wanted to introduce a girl to Zhang An, so that he could not only get money, but also increase his reputation.
The aunt in the village was much simpler, she just wanted to introduce her relatives to Zhang An.
With Wang Fang's expectation, we met a few of them, but Zhang An was not very satisfied with them.
Either he looks a bit bold, or he asked Zhang An how much money his family had and how much money he spent on the car.
Anyway, I haven’t met anyone who made Zhang An think it was okay.
Although Zhang An is not a person who cares about looks, everyone has a love for beauty, and he married this wife to live together.
Let Zhang An face a bold and unrestrained face every day, and Zhang An wouldn't even have to think about it, forget it.
Wang Fang also tried to reason with Zhang An overtly and covertly, but every time Zhang An said, "I'm not old enough to get married yet, so I can't get the certificate, so I'm not in a hurry to get it back."
But in fact, among Zhang An’s primary school classmates, there are several children who can already run.
It's not that Zhang An dislikes blind dates. He met his wife in his previous life on a blind date.
But the days after marriage are always a bit bumpy, and we often get into quarrels over trivial matters.
Since he couldn't guess what would happen next, Zhang An didn't plan to arrange this matter in a hurry.
At least, find one that makes you feel comfortable.