Chapter five hundred and forty-ninth fried sticky fire spoon
After returning from a trip to the county, Lin Qiyue and Xu Shiyan were both worried.
The two of them did not return to the venue and went home separately.
"Why are you back so early today? Is there anything going on at work? Come on, wash your hands quickly and help us look after the pot.
Our mother said she wanted to eat sticky fire spoons. She soaked fifty kilograms of rice a few days ago and ground it yesterday. Today she is making sticky fire spoons at home."
As soon as I entered the door, I happened to see Su Anying walking towards the kitchen carrying a sticky spoon that had just been wrapped in a curtain.
"My mother, my mother, and Pingping are doing the cooking in the house, and I'm in the kitchen looking at the pot. When you come back, you're looking at the pot, and I'll go in and do the cooking too.
Hurry up and bake it, and when you go to work tomorrow morning, send some to Uncle Han, and then send some to the homes of the fifth and sixth sisters."
"Okay, wait a minute, I'll take off my coat."
Things at work must not affect the family.
Besides, there is nothing wrong with participating in the field at the moment, and it won't cause everyone to fight.
So Xu Shiyan nodded happily, turned around and entered the house to say hello to his parents and mother-in-law.
Then he took off his coat and jacket, wearing only the sweater underneath, rolled up his sleeves, went to the outer room to wash his hands, and then took the shovel from Su Anying's hand.
"Okay, I'll take a look at the pot. You go inside and pack the fire spoon." It just so happened that he was alone, thinking about something.
Su Anying glanced at Xu Shiyan and sensitively noticed that something was wrong with her husband, but she didn't pay much attention to it.
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When you work outside, you have so many things to worry about every day, so it’s normal to go home a little emotional.
Men are different from women. Women may need someone to comfort them emotionally when something happens.
Men, it’s better to give him some space and let him figure it out on his own.
"Okay, then watch the pot and make sure it doesn't burn the lake."
Su Anying turned around and went into the house, wrapping fire spoons with Zhou Guilan and the others.
Xu Shiyan sat on the bench and looked at the bright red flames in the stove pit.
Everything about his visit to the county today and what Guan Enxue said were all replayed in his mind.
He always felt like something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.
Xu Shiyan used the fire stick to pull the firewood in the stove pit. The fire spoon should not be too strong but should be slowed down, otherwise it would be easy to burn.
Yes, as the ginseng market has boomed in recent years, not only the ginseng market has become prosperous, but also Fusong, isn't it also prosperous?
Is someone trying to pick peaches? Haha, if that's the case, there will be something good to see next.
There are various crises hidden behind the prosperity, and it is also very hot. How can it be so easy to pick it?
Xu Shiyan was thinking in his head, but his hands didn't stop.
When you feel that the heat is almost done, quickly open the lid of the pot and use a spatula to turn over the sticky spoons one by one.
Sure enough, the heat was just right, and the bottom side was slightly browned.
After all the sticky spoons have been turned over, re-cover the lid.
You have to turn the pot back and forth twice to see if there are no white spots on the side, then it is considered cooked.
"Dad, I want to eat the sticky fire spoon."
Xu Haiqing came up to Xu Shiyan out of nowhere, staring at the pot with a look of longing on his face.
"You little chubby boy, you just know how to eat."
Xu Shiyan glanced at his son, smiled and stretched out his hand to pinch his fleshy little face.
"Wait a moment, it's too hot. Dad will fry two of them for you later. They will be fragrant and delicious."
Xu Shiyan opened the lid of the pot as he spoke.
The ladle in the pot has been turned over twice. At this moment, the skin of the ladle is browned and there is a slightly sweet aroma in the air.
This feeling is really good.
"Son, please stay back, be careful of burning yourself. Don't worry, daddy will do it for you later."
Xu Shiyan held a shovel in his hand and scooped up all the fire-sticking spoons in the pot. He piled five or six of them together, shoveled them out and threw them into the wooden trough next to the pot.
That trough is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, so it can hold things of all ages.
Back then, in the big house, before he married a wife, the house had to install two slots for the fire ladle in the winter.
At that time, there were many people in the family, and they were all strong laborers, so they could really eat.
Now, I don't even dare to think about it. Sometimes Xu Shiyan even wonders, where did he eat all the food at that time?
After shoveling out all the fire-sticking spoons from the pot, Xu Shiyan took the oil pot and poured some oil into the pot.
I took a few of the sticks that had been baked and stacked together, and the skin was a little soft, and put them in the pot, and fried them again.
The sticky spoon cut with oil is crispy on the outside and soft and waxy on the inside. It tastes fragrant and sweet. Not to mention children, adults also like to eat it.
It’s just now. How could there be so much oil before? Who would be willing to give it up?
It's already cooked originally, it's just fried in oil, of course it's very quick.
It was fried in a short time, and both sides of the stick were oily and fragrant.
"What smells so good? Oh, you are really good at frying and sticking a spoon to the fire."
Su Anying happened to come over with another sticky spoon wrapped in a curtain, looked into the pot, and smiled.
"Hey? Did you always crave this when you were a child?" Su Anying put down the curtain and asked Xu Shiyan with a smile.
"Well, at that time, when the fire ladle was fried at home, our brothers really wanted to eat this kind of hot food fresh out of the pot.
At that time, our mother told us that the freshly cooked ones are not yet cooked enough and won’t taste strong, so we need to bake them for a while.”
Xu Shiyan smiled when he thought of the past.
“At that time, I couldn’t bear to use oil. Even if I baked it for a while, the skin would turn red.
We each took it and ate it, and we all found it delicious."
Xu Shiyan shoveled out the sticky spoons from the pot and placed them on a separate plate.
"Then, go find your brother and sister, and eat slowly one by one.
There is honey at home, let your brother find it, and you can dip it in the honey and eat it."
Sticky fire spoon is a sticky thing and is not easy to digest. Children have weak spleen and stomach, so eating too much is not good and can easily hurt the spleen and stomach.
Generally speaking, sticky food dipped in honey will not hurt your stomach.
Xu Hai happily carried the plate into the house and looked for his brother and sister.
Here, Xu Shiyan and Su Anying were both amused and helpless as they watched their son running so fast on his short legs.
"It's better to be a child. You can eat, drink and have fun all day long, and you don't have any worries." Xu Shiyan sighed with emotion.
"What's going on? Are you in trouble?" Su Anying answered in time.
She didn't ask intentionally, but she noticed that Xu Shiyan was a little depressed and casually expressed concern.
"It's nothing. It's just those bad things at work. It doesn't matter. It will get better gradually."
Xu Shiyan shook his head and smiled, not planning to say anything to Su Anying.
Even if Su Anying knew about these things, she couldn't solve anything. On the contrary, she would still worry about them all day long.
There is no need for it. There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. He is a big man, so why can't he handle this little thing?
Xu Shiyan didn't say anything, and Su Anying didn't bother to ask, so she took the empty curtain she had just vacated back into the house and continued wrapping the fire spoon.
In this way, the three generations of grandparents in the house were cooking one after another, and Xu Shiyan was cooking one pot after another in the kitchen.
Even though it was winter, the room was very hot. Xu Shiyan was sweating while standing in front of the stove.