Raising Cubs in Another World

Pole pursed his lips, silently picked up the sliced ​​pumpkin, put it into the iron pot on the stove, covered the pot, moved a small bench, half squatted and half sat, and filled the fire with firewood.

The fire was burning red, printing his face red, and he glanced at Song Ning from the corner of his eyes indifferently, wanting to see what he was doing.

Song Ning was scraping the stirred red bean paste out of the clay pot and putting it in a clean porcelain bowl.The semi-finished red bean paste is still very viscous and not smooth enough. Song Ning added two spoons of fine wheat flour and kneaded it.

After a while, the red bean paste turned into a maroon dough, but it looked slightly different.

Bo Le raised his eyebrows lightly, he had never seen Song Ning make such red bean stuffing.

I saw that Song Ning divided the ball of red bean paste into two parts, one part was wrapped with washed white gauze, and the other part was put into the prepared bowl.

Add a little honey, knead into a small oval ball, and decorate with a few raisins.

Half of the red bean paste made eight small balls, neatly arranged on the plate.

After filling the firewood, Bo Le walked over, leaned against Song Ning, and asked, "What kind of dumpling is this made? I've never seen it before."

Song Ning smiled and said: "This is red bean honey cake. It tastes good. It is sweet with the fragrance of honey and the rich taste of milk. Because it is cold, it won't stick to your teeth if you don't eat it."

"...What about the other one?" Bo Le pointed at the red bean paste wrapped in gauze, very puzzled.

"You wrapped it in gauze, what's the reason?"

Song Ning tilted his head and said without thinking, "Do you want to learn cooking again?"

Pole: "..."

He just wanted to find something to talk about, not self-inflicted torture. After a few times of cooking in the kitchen, he already knew that his culinary talent was almost zero, and Song Ning would laugh at him for a long time every time.

After laughing, he would be comforted mercilessly, and he couldn't even pretend to lose his temper.Because it was Song Ning who helped him clean up the mess.

Seeing that Bole didn't speak, Song Ning pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes narrowed into lines, and said with a smile: "In order to prevent the moisture on the surface from evaporating, wrap the gauze so that the whole body can maintain the same taste." , will not affect the taste of each finished product.”

"Very particular."

There is nothing wrong with it, this is something that Bole can't do.

In terms of food, no one can compare to Song Ning's delicacy.Every taste he requires must reach that level, otherwise, he will not be happy with what he makes.

This time, Bo Le didn't dare to find topics casually.

Song Ning was afraid that he would be bored, so he sent him to wash the dishes.

Bo Le hurried away, looking at his impatient back, Song Ning smiled silently again.

The pumpkin slices in the pot are steamed, and the rich pumpkin fragrance wafts out of the pot.

He lifted the bamboo cover with those rags, took out the plates inside, and put them on the table next to them to dry.

When the temperature was right, Song Ning crushed the pumpkin slices with a wooden spoon and added two tablespoons of glutinous rice flour.The pumpkin on the plate was a bit dry, and Song Ning added a small amount of mountain spring water to knead the pumpkin into balls.

The kneaded pumpkin balls are golden and beautiful, just looking at them is very attractive.

Bo Le, who had finished washing the dishes, drifted over in silence again, this time he tactfully did not ask any questions.

At this moment, Song Ning turned to look at him and said, "Do you want to try it?"

Bole hesitated: "Forget it?"

Song Ning tempted again: "This time it's very simple, I have prepared all the seasonings, you just need to make it into shape."

Bo Le, who was about to move, was very shaken, and asked: "What shape will it be made into?"

Song Ning: "Round cake shape."

Bo Le gritted his teeth: "Okay!"

Following Song Ning's example, he took out a small ball and put it in the palm of his hand, kneaded it into a circle, and placed two thumbs on the top of the circle.Then pinch slightly in a clockwise direction.

For the first time, Bole didn't control his strength well, and directly squeezed a hole.He blushed and kneaded again pretending nothing happened.

This time, he lowered his strength a hundred times, so as not to puncture the small soft ball.

After heaving a sigh of relief, he noticed with sharp eyes that Song Ning had squeezed the small dumpling into a bowl shape with patterns, then filled it with red bean paste, and kneaded it well.

Next, Song Ning pressed the wrapped dumpling into a cake shape.

Bole learned with style, and although the final product was not very good, it was still attractive.

This made him more confident, and he pinched a dozen at a time.

A large pot of pumpkin balls is finally ready.

But Song Ning didn't stop.

He poured out the water left after steaming in the iron pan, washed it and wiped it clean, and called Bole to add firewood.

When the iron pan was five minutes hot, Song Ning poured half a pan of oil into it, and the oil was steaming warmly.

He measured it with chopsticks, and then put in pumpkin pies one by one.

"Zi Liu Zi Liu"

There are small bubbles around the pumpkin pie, and a fried aroma comes out.

Song Ning usually pays attention to health preservation, and rarely eats fried food. This time, he made so many pumpkin cakes, not only for rewarding Bole, but also for his appetite.

The frying was almost done, Song Ning turned the pumpkin pie over until it swelled deliciously after two years of frying, he shook it with a colander, and the pumpkin pie came out of the pan.

After everything was fried, he put it in the pot again, and it took 1 minute to fry it before it was officially done.

This is Song Ning's first time making pumpkin pie with red bean paste.

Following Song Ning's command, Bo Le put each palm-sized pumpkin pie in a clean plate and served it with a red bean ball.

It was brought to the wooden table for eating in the kitchen, and Song Ning was not idle. When he had some snacks, he needed a cup of fragrant cold drink.

It doesn't matter if you don't have a cold drink, you can also have a hot drink.

Song Ning greeted Bo Le: "You eat first, I'll make you a cup of milk tea."

"milk tea?"

Bole stood up from the chair and said, "Is it the same thing as ginger bumping milk?"

"Of course not!"

Song Ning poured the milk into a small iron pot and simmered it on a mini stove over low heat. While stirring with a long spoon, Song Ning gave Pole a popular science: "Milk tea is made by mixing oily fresh milk with tea soup made from tea leaves. The drinks made together are warm in winter and cool in summer, and the taste is smooth after adding sugar, with milky fragrance and tea fragrance."

"Not only that, you can also add other condiments, such as raisins, jelly, red beans, and crushed peanuts, etc., to make a drink called 'Shaoxiancao'."

Bole became interested, so he didn't rush to eat the pumpkin pie. He walked over and said, "Since there is such a magical drink, I'll wait until you finish making it together."

Song Ning narrowed his eyes and said, "It will be done soon."

Really fast.

After adding sucrose to the boiled milk, Song Ning asked Bo Le to help stir it evenly, while he came to make tea.

Take out one or two of the preserved black tea, pass it through the hot water, put it in the pot, and boil a small scoop of mountain spring water.The black tea leaves gurgled in the pot, and the leaves gradually swelled into pieces, with a layer of brown foam floating around them.

Brush off the scum, and when the mountain spring water boils Cheng Liang's ginger red color, use a filter to filter the excess tea dregs.

After the tea is cooled to a temperature of [-] to [-], mix it with the boiled milk.

Mixing is a technical job. If it is not done well, the taste will be bitter.

There are no silk stockings in this world, Song Ning naturally can't make silk stocking milk tea, but he is still very skilled in the collision between the two pots.

He kept his arms high and opened them symmetrically with the other arm, holding a small iron pot with both hands, and the tea and milk rotated in a beautiful arc in mid-air, and went into another pot without leaking.

After bumping like this twenty times, Song Ning's hands were sore, so he stopped.

Bo Le swallowed his saliva watching, not knowing whether his heart was moved by the milk tea, or he was shocked by the juggling man in front of him.

He only knew that the Song Ning in front of him would always show new tricks just when he thought he knew him well.It seems that there is a bottomless soul hidden in his body, which is hard to fathom.

The finished milk tea was poured into the cup, and Song Ning handed it to him.

Bole took it, and he could still feel the warmth in his hands, just like the burning heart.

Song Ning motioned him to try it.The taste was exactly as he said, excellent, and it was a hot drink he had never tasted before.

After half a cup, Song Ning hurriedly urged him to eat pumpkin cake and red bean cake.

Otherwise it won't taste good when it's cold.

In the afternoon, after eating beef noodles, Song Ning and Bo Le were preparing to go to the market again.

Except for the seeds, some sauces can't stay too much.

Song Ning made two big tanks of sea duck mayonnaise alone, and each tank weighed more than [-] catties.

With such a quantity, let alone the two of them, even Uncle Yang's family can eat it for two months.

Song Ning planned to keep one tank for Yang Xiaoyi, half for herself, and sell the other half.

When Bo Le heard this proposal, his face darkened.He walked aside silently, stretched out his hand to touch the outside of the clay vat, with a worried expression on his face.

Song Ning: "..."

Good boy, he knows that these two people are not to be dealt with by him, and now he leaves most of the sea duck mayonnaise that Bole likes to Yang Xiaoyi, and somehow feels a bit scumbag.

He rubbed his nose, and immediately changed his words: "Let's take one tank away, give half to Xiao Yi, and sell the other half."

Bo Le smiled and said, "Brother Song is the best."

Song Ning: "Hehe."

After filling them into small bottles of half a catty, Song Ning pointed at the hot sauce, and said in a calm and melancholy tone, "These..."

Pole: "Huh?"

Song Ning took a deep breath: "This is my favorite hot sauce~"

Bo Le held his breath, and said firmly after a second: "Keep it!"

Song Ning waved his hand bitterly: "No, they are all burdens, so let's keep ten catties for eating. The rest are out of sight, half of them are sold to Xiao Yi and the other half."

Polle: "...OK."

After successfully teasing Bo Le, Song Ning happily prepared everything.

Apart from these, the other miscellaneous places were counted again.

Stay what should be kept, take what should be taken away, and sell what should be sold.

After a day, I actually sorted out the things in the three houses.

The densely packed bottles and cans were moved to the storage room, and the two finally got a rest.

Bo Le's limbs were paralyzed, and he thought absently, so it turns out that doing housework is so tiring, and Song Ning has really worked hard in normal times.

Thinking of this, he sneaked into Song Ning's room after washing up.

At this time, Song Ning had just washed up, was wearing a cotton white undershirt, and was wiping her wet hair with a cotton cloth.

The weather was getting hotter, and he was wearing loose underwear. As soon as Pole came in, he bumped into a warm paradise at a glance.

After a moment of infatuation, he realized that Song Ning had seen him and was beckoning him over.

Bo Le walked over with a hot body, and heard Song Ning say, "Why are you here?"

"come and see."

Bo Le's fat man was a little itchy, he swallowed his saliva, sat down on the edge of the bed with a calm look, and watched Song Ning cut his hair.

"I have nothing to worry about here. It's getting late. I'll go to bed after washing up, and I'll wake up early tomorrow."

The puzzled Song Ning finished speaking and pushed Bo Le back to the room.

Bo Le hesitated for a while, but finally did not leave.

He gritted his back molars, stretched out his hand and grabbed Song Ning's cuff, with a little force, the loose neckline was pulled to his shoulders.

The exposed spring light was even worse, Pole was stunned, and immediately let go of his hand.

Song Ning realized something was wrong, suppressed the smile on his face, and asked, "What happened?"

Pole: "...No."

After thinking for a moment, his sapphire-blue icy eyes looked straight at Song Ning, and Song Ning's serious self was reflected in Song Ning's eyes. He heard himself say seriously: "Today I want to sleep with you, but I want to become a beast. shape."

Song Ning: "!!!"