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Chapter 172 Meatballs and Lotus Root Clips

Just when Song Yu wanted to discuss this idea in detail with Lao Sun, Song Yu's phone rang.

"Dad?"

He gets on the phone.

"Look at what time it is! Are you coming back for dinner?! They are waiting for you. I have to work after dinner." Dad started yelling.

Song Yu looked at the phone in a daze, and it was 12 o'clock!

It's all because of the damn beauty.

Really distracting.

At this time, Song Yu understood from another angle why Uncle Sun was going to work in the office building.

As for running the farmhouse, don't be in a hurry, you have to plant fruit trees first.

After hanging up the phone, Song Yu invited Uncle Sun to go home for dinner, and he readily agreed.

Over the past four months, Lao Sun and Dad Song have established a deep friendship. In Lao Sun's heart, Brother Song is Brother Song, and Master is Master, and he can be treated individually.

After a while, Song Yu and Uncle Sun arrived home on electric bicycles.

When I got home, I found that the freshmen, sophomores and their rhubarb were all waiting to eat.

Song Yu instantly understood what his father meant when he said 'I'll wait for you'.

"I just said I didn't see them today, and I'm back home again." Lao Sun looked at the freshmen and sophomores circling around him with a smile.

After entering the door, Song Yu deliberately looked for A'hua's figure, and found that it no longer followed the old grandson, and it seemed that he had taken a reassurance.

When Song Yu and Uncle Sun entered the door, Mother Song was indeed serving a meal, and the dining table had already cooked a table of dishes, while Dad was sitting at the dining table with a displeased expression on his face.

The two washed their hands and sat down.

"What's the matter, Dad? Didn't you go shopping in the morning?" Song Yu asked fawningly.

You can't be so angry because I have to eat and I haven't come back yet.

It's happened before, it's not like that.

Song's father took the rice handed over by Song's mother: "Huh! I was driving out today, but I was told that I need a license plate. You said that an electric car needs a license plate?"

It turned out to be the case.

"You didn't go to Uncle Wang's shop where you bought the car, so ask again?" Song Yu asked tentatively.

Dad frowned: "I asked, Lao Wang didn't know, and said it might be a new regulation."

"Hey, let's do one then. Where are you going?"

"I asked, and the village will handle it. I just feel aggrieved, and this requires a license plate. It also costs a lot of money." Song's father picked up the chopsticks and began to eat.

Song Yu smiled, Dad was afraid of spending money.

Uncle Sun next to him heard the conversation, combined with the black car he saw just now under the door, and instantly understood.

He also thought about buying it at the time, but he didn't buy it in the end. He planned to go to the city to buy a good car, which would be convenient for future business trips.

Now, I don’t have much business anyway, so it’s good to use electric cars first.

Afterwards, under Mama Song's relaxed atmosphere, the family finished their lunch.

After dinner, Lao Sun said that he would go back to the factory to prepare wine bottling equipment. Fortunately, he will bottle and package a few jars of wine tomorrow and give them away.

Song Yu originally said that he wanted to help, but Uncle Sun said that there are workers who are always on call, and there are jobs at home to help.

Song Yu thought for a while, then suddenly asked: "Uncle Sun, do we have that kind of small wine bottle? The 100ML kind."

Lao Sun thought about it carefully, and said, "There really are. They are leftovers from the first batch of experimental clothes at that time. Not many, less than 100, and they are not labeled with our 'Song'."

When Song Yu heard it, his eyes lit up: "That's fine, you can fill me with some small bottles. I can use it."

"okay!"

Master's work is a big one, so we need to find more people to help and finish it as soon as possible.

After Song Yu gave his orders, he watched Lao Sun ride his own electric car and head back to the factory, and he also went back to the house to help.

Today is the 28th of the twelfth lunar month. The custom here is to fry some food for Chinese New Year, such as meatballs, lotus root clips, tofu, and even fried dough twist.

In the past, steamed buns and jujube cakes were used to worship ancestors, but now they can be bought directly in noodle shops, which is very convenient.

So it saves a day of steaming steamed buns in a big pot.

After a whole morning, Mama Song has already prepared the vermicelli, noodles, lotus root slices with leeks, and tofu cubes that will be used, and they will cook them in the afternoon when they heat up the oil and fry them.

When Song Yu sent the old grandson away and came back to help, Song's father and Song's mother were already busy in the kitchen.

Song's father held the spoon in his right hand, and the batter in his left hand, and kept staring at the pot from time to time.

The half pot of oil is already boiling, and the vermicelli flour balls that have not been fried until golden are rolling on the oil surface.

Dad glanced at it, and took advantage of the opportunity to put his left hand into the batter pan, grabbed a handful of batter, squeezed it skillfully, and then took the small iron spoon in his right hand to dig on the extruded batter, and it became a nearly round piece. meatballs.

After being quickly thrown into the oil pan, bubbles started to bubble around the round balls, and then slowly floated up. When they were golden brown, they were scooped out with a colander.

My mother was preparing to scoop it with a colander, and there was a small half pot of fried meatballs beside it.

Song Yu went over dizzily, picked up the one inside, blew quickly, and took a mouthful when he went up.

ha~
Soft, waxy, fragrant, and the crispy texture of the fried skin.

It tastes the same as when I was a child.

"Be careful!" Song Ma glanced at Song Yu and said anxiously.

But Song Yu had already put the whole thing in his mouth, and he opened his mouth to haha ​​from time to time.

"This silly boy!" Song Ma smiled and went on her way.

After Song Yu ate 3-4 pieces, he realized that he was here to help, and asked himself what he was going to do.

"Go and make the flour paste that will be used for the lotus root folder later." My mother ordered.

"Hey!"

Song Yu agreed and went to work.

He knows how to do this job, he has done it more than once, and the paste is neither thick nor thin, just right, which is why my mother entrusted this task to him.

If it is adjusted early, it will be bad, so it has to be adjusted and used now.

There are more people at home for the New Year this year. Besides Song Yu brothers, grandparents, Qiangba, and even Song Yu’s girlfriend will also come, so Mama Song prepared twice as much this year as compared to last year.

After the meatballs are fried, we start to fry the lotus root clips. Father Song is still wrapping them in flour, and Mother Song is cooking them. Song Yu is in charge of trying the first few to see if they suit the taste.

The lotus root sandwich is purely stuffed with leeks, no meat or eggs are added, the taste is sweet with the sweetness of leeks and lotus root, it can be used as a staple food or as a dish.

"Just to add to the chaos." Song Ma smiled and glanced at Song Yu.

After the lotus root is clamped, it is the last tofu. The tofu will be turned into fried tofu cubes, which will be used when cooking big pot dishes.

Big pot dishes are also traditional, and Song Yu felt that people had no food to eat before, so they made such big pot dishes.

Of course, this has to be done tomorrow, because the tofu cubes are ready, it is already dark, Song Yu and Song's father are already resting, only Song's mother is still having dinner.

You don’t need too much for dinner, because there are already meatballs and lotus root sandwiches, and a stir-fry dish and rice porridge will be fine.

(End of this chapter)