The peace of the Three Realms depends on me [Food]

35. Sweet-scented sweet-scented taro seedlings

When Ji Pingan walked into the kitchen with the chili bowl, he found that the food on the table was still the same as when he left.Xiao Huang stared eagerly at the pork rib soup in the casserole, and his saliva dripped to the floor.

Ji Pingan was happy: "Didn't I let you eat first? Why did you stop?"

Xiaobai said seriously, "I'll wait for you to eat together." Ji Ping'an has been busy for so long, how could he and Leng Changtian have the shamelessness to eat first?Besides, since we are a family, we should eat together.

Ji Pingan smiled, and he put the chili oil on the table: "Come, taste the chili oil."

Ji Pingan doesn't like spicy food very much. In previous years, the peppers he planted were not too spicy, but this summer there is not much rain, and the peppers are extra spicy.Ji Pingan only dared to put the radish in a bowl, and then dipped a little chili oil with chopsticks to drip on the radish.

The radish full of the umami of ribs is delicious, and after adding chili oil, the taste is directly sublimated.Ji Pingan felt that the radish was more fresh and sweet, with a hint of spiciness lingering on the tip of his tongue, Ji Pingan's face turned red after a while.

Compared to Ji Ping'an's subtlety, Xiao Bai and Xiao Huang are too unrestrained.Both of them are very good at eating spicy food, even if they are dipped in chili oil, they can still eat with chili seeds under the chili oil.This posture made Ji Pingan call a strong man!If he eats like this, he will definitely have a stomachache after a while.

Ji Pingan was always worried about how Xiao Huang would pick up vegetables without hands, and then he saw a miraculous scene.

There were bits and pieces of spiritual light emitting from Xiao Huang's body, wherever the spiritual light passed, no matter it was pickled vegetables or radish ribs, they all flew into Xiao Huang's bowl.It's hard for Xiao Huang, if it wasn't for Xiao Bai's side, these dishes didn't need to stay in the bowl, they would fly directly to Xiao Huang's mouth.

Ji Pingan watched in amazement as the radish pieces flew up from the pot, and they flew past his eyes in a line.Then it neatly rolled around in the chili oil bowl in front of Xiao Huang, until the white radishes turned red, then paused and flew over the bowl to Xiao Huang's mouth.

Amazing!Xiao Huang actually has this skill, does this mean that as long as he is willing, Lingqi can help him do everything?

Xiaobai picked up a piece of ribs for Ji Pingan: "Don't look, let's eat."

Ji Pingan was amazed: "It's really interesting!"

The spirit beast is really miraculous that it can eat in this way.It's great to be able to practice, no wonder so many people want to practice after smashing their heads.

Ji Pingan originally thought that he would not cook at night. The food he cooked was enough for him, Xiaobai and Huzi to feed for a day.As a result, Xiao Huang's appetite was so great that this guy even drank all the soup in the pork rib soup.

Ji Pingan, who wanted to feed Hu Zi with pork rib soup, could only use snow bamboo shoot meat soup to mix rice. Fortunately, Hu Zi didn't dislike it and ate happily.

Xiao Huang not only drank up the soup, he also ate up the crispy rice.You must know that Ji Ping'an's family's pot is very big, and a pair of rice pot is filled with a big plate.Xiao Huang actually sat at the wooden table and ate all the golden crispy rice. Seeing how he ate so deliciously, Ji Pingan felt his cheeks were so tired.

Looking at Xiao Huang like this, Ji Pingan began to think in his mind that the food he put in the chicken coop should be able to last until the food is ripe... right?

It should be ok?

After dinner, everyone will be busy with their own affairs.Xiaobai was going to chop firewood, Ji Pingan picked up the hoe, picked up the basket and walked out of the yard.The little yellow chicken followed Ji Pingan's footsteps swaggeringly, looking very happy.

Xiaobai stopped chopping firewood: "Ping An, where are you going?"

Ji Pingan said: "I planted some taro, if I don't take it back, it will probably freeze to death."

Xiao Bai put down the axe, and he waved to Xiao Huang: "Come, chop wood."

Ji Pingan:! ! !

How does Xiao Huang chop wood?It's not as tall as firewood!

Xiao Huang, who was named, tilted his head and looked at Xiao Bai, looking very innocent.Xiaobai repeated: "Those who don't work don't get food, come, chop wood."

Xiao Huang's bird face suddenly collapsed, his two wings drooped, and the whole bird was listless.He dragged his weak legs slowly across the courtyard, then crossed the collapsed courtyard wall and came to Xiaobai, his big eyes were full of depression.

Xiao Bai handed the ax to Xiao Huang and then pointed to the wood pile next to him: "These firewood will be chopped this afternoon, and the size and thickness should be about the same as mine."

Xiao Huang grudgingly chirped, the ax floated silently from Xiao Bai's hand, and floated in front of Xiao Huang.

Xiao Bai snorted coldly: "Speak human words."

Xiao Huang dragged his voice: "Know-know-got-" He was unwilling, with a look of coercion on his face.

Xiaobai said seriously: "Of course, you don't have to do anything."

As soon as the words fell, the ax suspended in the air quickly moved to the side of the wood, and Xiao Huang said hurriedly: "I'll do it!"

Ji Pingan was a little puzzled, Xiao Bai didn't say anything to Xiao Huang, why is Xiao Huang so anxious?Didn't he listen carefully to what they said?

Standing beside her with her chest crossed, Xiaobai pointed to Xiaobai: "The length should not exceed two feet, the stove in Ping'an's house is not that big. Don't be too thick, just look at me."

Looking at the stern Xiaobai, Ji Pingan thought of those landlords and riches in grandma's story.How does Xiao Huang look like an exploited child laborer!But thinking of Xiaobai's original form, Ji Pingan imagined the picture of the little white cat standing in place pointing to the little fat bird.

It's so cute, Ji Ping'an couldn't help but smile.Since Xiao Huang came to their house, Xiao Bai became much more lively.Before, Ji Pingan always felt that Xiaobai was too old, but now, with Xiaohuang, he talked more than usual!

After seeing how well Xiao Huang was chopping, Xiao Bai went to Ji Ping'an's side.He took the head and the basket: "I'll accompany you to dig taro."

Ji Pingan smiled until his eyes narrowed: "Yes."

Ji Pingan is not a hypocritical person. In fact, living alone for many years has made him extremely strong.He has long been used to doing things alone and facing risks alone.Now that there are more Xiaobai around him to do things for him, and to face unknown challenges with him, it would be a lie to say that he is not moved.

For those who have been alone for a long time, who doesn't want someone to shelter him from the wind and rain.

Seeing Xiaobai walking in front of him with a basket on his back, Ji Pingan always felt that he was dreaming.If this is a dream, he is willing to never wake up in the dream.

After crossing the small bridge, to the south is Ji Pingan's pumpkin field. The terrain here is high, and Ji Pingan has planted sweet potatoes, pumpkins and peanuts there; the terrain is a bit low to the north, and Ji Pingan has planted more than a dozen trees here. Taro and potatoes.

The land to the north is triangular, and the land on the side of the mountain has been sorted out, waiting for potatoes to be planted when the spring is warm next year.A row of taro is planted on the side facing the water. After the frost, the taro leaves have withered, and the half-dried taro stalks are drooping, looking inexplicably depressed.

This year's weather is dry, and the growth of taro is not very good. Ji Ping'an thinks about how long to let them in the soil.As a result, the house collapsed, and the taro, which was supposed to be stored in late autumn, was still lying in the soil.

Taro is a very delicate thing. There is a saying in the farmhouse: a pumpkin that saves life, and a taro that pretends to be.The planting cycle of taro is long. When it matures, many crops have already matured. It is basically impossible to expect it to save lives.

Ji Pingan scratched his head in embarrassment: "I don't know what happened this summer. There was very little rain, and the river was almost dry enough to reach the river bed. These taro should not grow very well, and there may not be many harvests."

Xiaobai put down the basket, and asked in a warm voice, "Does Ping An like taro very much?"

Ji Pingan shook his head: "Generally, if you have some, you will eat a little, and if you don't have them, you won't be particularly concerned about them. These taro seedlings were given by Lang Zi, who said they were good varieties selected from Cuicui's house, and he asked me to try them."

Xiaobai started from the edge of the plant, and as soon as the hoe went down, the soil at the root of the taro was loosened.After a few hoeings, a large lump of taro covered in soil was turned out.

The kind of taro that He Lang gave is called Xiangshayu. There is a particularly large taro mother in the middle, and there are many large and small taro mothers beside the taro mother.The largest taro was as big as Ji Ping'an's fist, and the smallest was as big as an egg.

Ji Pingan, who had no hope at first, smashed the soil on the taro. He weighed the taro and was happy: "Hey, Xiaobai, the harvest is good!"

Xiaobai smiled and said, "This is a surprise."

Ji Pingan happily separated the mother of taro from the mother of taro. Hearing the sound of the separation of the mother of taro and the mother of taro, he laughed so hard that his eyes narrowed: "There are so many! This is a surprise! Xiaobai, I found out Now, since you came to my house, my luck has improved!"

Probably infected by Ji Ping'an's happiness, the smile on the corner of Xiao Bai's mouth couldn't be suppressed no matter what.

With Xiaobai's help, more than a dozen fragrant taro from Linhe were quickly put into the basket.The largest taro mother was as big as Ji Ping'an's sea bowl, and the peeled taro seeds filled a whole basket.

The taro was heavy on his back, Ji Pingan wanted to carry it, but Xiao Bai refused, he even grabbed the hoe in his hand.Walking on the path home, Xiaobai murmured in his heart: What happened to him?Why can't Ji Ping'an get involved?

Ji Pingan was quite embarrassed: "Is Xiaobai heavy? How about I recite it."

Thinking that Xiaobai's prototype was just a kitten, Ji Pingan couldn't bear it.His kitten is so cute and sensible, how can he let him suffer?

Xiaobai smiled and said: "Not tired, safe, have you forgotten? I am a spirit beast, born stronger than ordinary people."

Seeing that Ji Ping'an was still struggling, Xiaobai said in relief: "We'll be home in a few steps, so don't toss about. Compared to this, why don't you think about how to eat these taro?"

A dish suddenly popped up in Ji Pingan's mind: "Candy taro seedlings? Can you eat sweet-scented osmanthus taro seedlings?"

A question mark slowly popped up in Xiaobai's mind, isn't the taro seedling a bud from the taro head?He just hoeed a dozen taro seedlings.He piled up those withered taro stalks by the river, can they be eaten?

Ji Pingan introduced: "It's a small dessert, it's delicious."

Xiaobai Nao made up the appearance of taro sticks made into desserts... a bit unimaginable.But Ji Ping'an said it was delicious, so he will try it.

Xiaobai nodded: "Well, good. After I put the taro down, I'll pick up the taro seedlings. Are they going to wither or are they fresh?"

Now it was Ji Ping'an's turn to be dizzy: "Huh? Taro seedlings? Isn't the taro seedlings already in the basket? They are all fresh, where are they withered?"

36. Sweet-scented sweet-scented taro seedlings

After Ji Ping'an explained clearly, Xiaobai and him couldn't help laughing while holding their bellies.It turned out that the taro seedlings Ji Pingan mentioned were fresh small taro seeds, not the sprouted taro seedlings.

The sweet-scented osmanthus taro seedlings mentioned by Ji Pingan are desserts made from small taro.As for the taro poles, Ji Pingan said: "Xiaobai, you are right. The real meaning of taro seedlings is the seedlings that come out of taro hair. I heard from my grandma that people in some places use taro poles to make sour taro." Sour taro seedlings are marinated for a period of time and used to fry ducks. But my grandma has never made sour taro seedlings, and I have never eaten them, so my taro stalks can only be wasted.”

Xiaobai smiled and said: "It's okay, anyway, there are a lot of pickled vegetables at home, and taro sticks are not bad."

The two of them poured the recovered taro on the bluestone in the yard to dry. Ji Pingan found a cloth bag, and he and Xiao Bai specially picked up small taro and threw them into the cloth bag.

Taro sons are roughly oval in shape, and each oval has its own personality.There is a circle of red on the top of the plump head. If the taro is planted on the ground, the taro seedlings will grow out of this circle of red.

The dusty outer skin is covered with a layer of rough old leather, and there are a few roots near the bottom.Seeing these root systems, Xiaobai will pull them out.

Seeing Xiaobai and Ji Pingan talking and laughing happily, Xiaohuang, who was chopping firewood next to him, quit.He sat down on the wooden pier where the wood was placed, and then fell into the sawdust all over the floor and rolled.Of course, following Xiao Huang's movements, the ax naturally stopped moving.

When the two found him, Xiao Huang had already rolled eighteen times in the sawdust.The golden fluff was stained with sawdust and dust, and the little fat bird looked even more sloppy.

Ji Pingan thought Xiao Huang was tired, so he hurried over: "Xiao Huang, what's the matter with you?"

The fat yellow bird fell to the ground and flapped its wings, complaining: "You ignore me..."

Xiaobai stared, Leng Changtian took advantage of the opportunity because he didn't remember anything, right?He can do such a thing as rolling all over the floor? !

Just as Xiaobai rolled up his sleeves and was about to beat him up, Ji Pingan gave him a comforting look.Ji Pingan moved his lips to Xiao Bai: Look at me.

Then he coaxed softly: "I didn't ignore Xiao Huang, Xiao Huang worked so hard to chop wood, Xiao Bai and I were thinking of something delicious to reward you."

Xiao Huang's eyes widened: "It's delicious!"

Ji Pingan showed Xiao Huang the taro seedlings in the cloth bag: "Make sweet-scented osmanthus sweet potato seedlings for our lovely and hardworking Xiao Huang, do you want Xiao Huang to eat?"

Little Huangtou pointed out the afterimage: "Yes, yes!"

Ji Pingan said distressedly: "But if you want to talk to Xiao Huang all the time, you won't be able to make sweet taro seedlings."

Xiao Huang was so bloody immediately, he jumped up from the sawdust, swishing the ax wrapped in his aura: "I want to eat sweet taro seedlings, I won't talk!"

noob:……

If Leng Changtian regained his memory one day and found that he was so shameless just for one bite, what expression would he show?

However, I have to say that Ji Pingan is good at dealing with Leng Changtian, looking at Leng Changtian who is so excited, Xiaobai's heart shudders.He was very fortunate, fortunately, Leng Changtian didn't remember anything now, he had all his cultivation but couldn't use it.

If Leng Changtian regained his memory now and the two of them fought, Xiao Bai would not be his opponent.

Ji Pingan got most of the taro in a short time, when Xiaobai thought he was going to clean and peel the taro, Ji Pingan made an unexpected move.

He held the rope on the cloth bag and knocked the cloth bag and the taro inside it against the bluestone in the yard, only to hear the rustling sound coming from the cloth bag, and the clean cloth bag was soon dyed gray-black.

Xiaobai was puzzled: "Ping An, you are..."

Ji Pingan explained: "The juice inside the taro will make your hands itchy, and the taro is very small, so it's not convenient to peel off the skin. This method can remove the skin relatively easily."

Seeing Ji Ping an unhurriedly hitting the ground with the cloth bag, Xiao Bai's question stuck in his throat: Ping An hit like this, wouldn't it really smash the taro boy?You must know that the roots of plants are much more brittle than stones.

From time to time, Ji Pingan untied the bag to take a look, and after probably hitting a cup of tea, he put the cloth bag in the bamboo basket and walked to the river.

As soon as he reached the stone by the river, Ji Pingan poured out the taro from the cloth bag.At this time, something surprising happened. I saw that the rough skin on the outside of the poured taro boy had disappeared.

The taro that is poured out is pinkish white, and only a little bit of black remains where the root system grows.Ji Pingan poured them into the bamboo basket and washed them in the river water, and the peeled skin slipped out through the eyes of the bamboo basket.

The taro seedlings left in the basket are clean, better than those scraped with a plane.The taro that Xiaobai was worried about was smashed did not happen at all.

Xiaobai was convinced: "It's amazing!"

Ji Pingan said with a smile: "This is a small method passed down from our ancestors, and it is very effective against taro."

Xiaobai gave a thumbs up: "Human beings are really smart!"

After cutting the larger taro into small pieces, Ji Pingan was ready to start making sugar taro seedlings.He poured the taro into a large bowl and steamed it in a pot. Watching the flame slowly rising in the stove, Ji Pingan thought of his grandma again.

"My grandma is very good at making small snacks. The pastries she makes are beautiful and delicious. When I was a child, whenever the taro was ripe, my grandma would make sweet-scented osmanthus sweet potato seedlings for me to eat. Lick it clean."

Now he has reached the age where he can make sweet-scented osmanthus and taro seedlings by himself, but his relatives can't taste his craftsmanship.

Thinking of grandma, Ji Ping'an became quiet.Just as Xiaobai was racking his brains to think of how to comfort Ji Pingan, Xiao Huang jumped in from the door: "Ping'an! I found a good thing! Here it is for you!"

Ji Ping'an was happy: "What is it?"

Xiao Huang was terrified, he shook his head and said, "You stretch out your hand, I will only give it to you, not to Xiao Bai."

noob:……

Even if the bird doesn't remember him, he still deserves a beating.

Ji Pingan stretched out his hand obediently, and Xiao Huang lowered his head and took a ball of white stuff from under his wings and put it in Ji Pingan's palm.

There was a cold squirming feeling in his palm, Ji Pingan looked down, and saw a three-inch long white worm lying in his palm!The worm was clean and white, and it was still alive.Feeling the warmth, it was wriggling its body hard.

If someone who is afraid of bugs sees this, it is guaranteed to ascend to heaven in place.Fortunately, Ji Pingan is not afraid of insects, not only is he not afraid of insects, he also recognized the insect at a glance: "Oh, a larva of a longhorn beetle, this can be eaten."

Xiao Huang nodded: "Yes! It's delicious! Birds love this. Here it is!"

Ji Pingan touched Xiao Huang's head gratefully: "Thank you, Xiao Huang. I appreciate your kindness, but I don't like bugs, so you can eat them yourself."

Xiao Huang felt a little regretful: "Doesn't Ping An like to eat bugs?"

Ji Pingan smiled and nodded: "Well, yes, I don't like it."

Xiao Huang asked: "Then what does Ping An like to eat?"

Seeing that Xiao Huang was about to jump into Ji Ping'an's arms, Xiao Bai stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar and threw it out the door: "Ping An likes to eat meat, pork, beef, and mutton. He doesn't like bugs."

Xiao Huang got up from the ground, raised his neck and ate the worm, then flapped his wings: "Ping An loves meat~"

As soon as Xiao Huang interrupted, Ji Pingan forgot about the pain.For the first time, Xiaobai felt that taking in Xiaohuang was also beneficial.

While talking, the taro has been steamed, just poke it with chopsticks to pierce the taro.Ji Pingan brought out the large steaming bowl from the pot, and then added more water into the pot.

After the water boiled, he poured the taro into the pot, along with the taro and a big spoonful of brown sugar.As soon as the brown sugar was put into the pot, the soup in the taro immediately turned a beautiful brown-red color, and a sweet smell slowly diffused from the pot.

Ji Pingan added more soup, and he preferred to eat the soup inside the candied taro seedlings than the taro.Of course, this soup is not simply boiled brown sugar syrup. If you want to make candied taro seedlings, you need to add smooth and glutinous lotus root powder to it.

Ji Pingan fumbled inside the jar under the cupboard, and he took out a smooth jar with lotus flowers painted on it.After opening the jar, Ji Pingan took out half a bowl of white lotus root powder.

Xiaobai thought that what Ji Pingan brought out was potato flour: "Is this potato flour?"

Ji Pingan smiled and said, "No, this is lotus root noodles."

Xiaobai can't tell the difference between the two types of fans. In his opinion, the two types of fans look similar in appearance.Ji Pingan melted the lotus root starch with cold water while explaining: "The lotus root starch is more fragrant, and the taste will be more refreshing. After heating, the color will turn red and look better. Moreover, the lotus root powder has the effect of clearing away heat and fire, while the potato powder does not."

Xiaobai suddenly realized: "So it is!"

Just like people, they all look human on the outside, but the gap between people is like a world of difference.

The melted lotus root starch water is milky white, Ji Ping'an purposely made it thinner.He carefully poured the lotus root starch water into the boiling soup pot. The lotus root starch will become sticky when heated, and the color will become clear.After a little stirring, the taro and sugar water in the pot were originally clearly separated, but now they are sticky together under the action of lotus root starch.

Xiaobai didn't smell the fragrance of lotus root starch, he only knew that the brown sugar taro in the pot looked delicious.

Ji Pingan took out the sweet-scented osmanthus and taro seedlings from the pot while raising his voice and shouted: "The sweet-scented taro seedlings are out of the pot!"

Hearing the sound of flapping wings, Xiao Huang rushed to the side of the stove with lightning speed.Just as he was about to start eating, Ji Pingan stopped him: "Wait a minute, there is still one last step left."

Xiao Huang couldn't help it: "Very hungry, very hungry!"

Everything is in the bowl, what steps are left?Xiaobai looked at Ji Pingan seriously, only to see that Ji Pingan touched a jar from under the cupboard this time.

When the lid on the jar was lifted, a strong scent of sweet-scented osmanthus wafted out.This is the sweet-scented osmanthus honey that Ji Pingan made in early autumn. It is ready to eat today after being marinated.

He took a small spoon and scooped a spoon full of honey from the jar. The thick honey was wrapped in blooming osmanthus flowers, and they slowly flowed from the wooden spoon to the bowl below, forming a small crystal pile.

The sweetness of the brown sugar immediately adds the aroma of honey and sweet-scented osmanthus, and golden sweet-scented osmanthus flowers appear on the thick sugar taro seedlings, making it even more attractive.

Only here did Xiaobai understand, no wonder this dessert is called sweet-scented osmanthus taro seedlings, it turns out that sweet-scented osmanthus is here!

The author has something to say:

Add some edible alkali to the sugar taro seedlings, and the taro will turn red and look better after cooking.But if you eat it by yourself...you can add it or not.

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