Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 228 228. Lard residue and cabbage dumplings

  When Qiao Qiao and Song Tan came back with two large baskets of cabbage, the Seventh Cousin was holding a huge stainless steel basin, slowly adding warm water and noodles into it.

  There are so many noodles, I am afraid that there must be half a pot.

  The warm water in the ladle was still steaming slowly under the night light, and Seventh Cousin slowly stirred the flour into flocculation with his thin palms, not to mention how skillful he was.

  Watching it, Song Tan couldn't help but feel a little distressed: "Seventh Cousin, if you want to make dumplings next time, tell me in advance, I'll go buy those ready-made dumpling wrappers."

   "What do you know!" Seventh Cousin didn't appreciate it at all:

   "The dumpling skins wholesaled by the machine, can it be worthy of our little cabbage? You have to roll the skins fresh to eat dumplings."

   Do it, do it, the persistence of veteran craftsmen.

  Song Tan shook his head: "It's fine if you don't feel tired."

  Unexpectedly, Cousin Seven rubbed the face lint on his hands at this moment, and then ordered: "Qiao Qiao, wash your hands and come and make the dough."

  He washed his hands, and now he sat in front of the stove and smiled at Song Tan: "Don't worry, my old man knows how to take care of himself, so he won't be tired."

  Song Tan: ...I can see it.

  I really worry a little too much.

  The seventh cousin is still complacent: "Our Qiao Qiao is born to be a chef! Look how energetic he is in kneading dough! His strength is stronger than your father's."

   Turning back, he raised his voice again: "Qiao Qiao, when you come back from the amusement park, let's knead some steamed buns!"

  As long as you add an amusement park, you can say anything. Jojo responded loudly.

  This silly boy.

  Aunt Lianhua laughed: Her son can no longer be counted on. Working here every day, looking at Qiao Qiao, made Aunt Lianhua's heart soften.

   Now take out the cabbage in the basket, cut off the roots neatly, and then throw them into the basin one by one and rinse them gently.

   I have to say that with her help during this time, the work of cooking and washing dishes at home is really much easier.

Although when we first talked about the work content was washing pots, washing dishes and cleaning up the hygiene, Aunt Lianhua always came early and left late every time. If it wasn't for the fact that her cooking skills were not as good as Seven Cousin's, she might have even taken over the work of cooking. Too diligent.

  Actually, they only talked about a salary of 1,000.

   To deal with those who take advantage, Song Tan feels that she has means, but this kind of people who work hard, she becomes more and more soft.

  I thought about it for a while: "Aunt Lianhua, if the old lady at home turns around, you can push it into the yard. You can see what's going on here, so don't worry."

  Aunt Lianhua was quite at a loss: "Then...how can I do it? You are all working."

   "Why not?"

  Song Tan pointed to the job at hand: "If that's the case, Aunt Lianhua, you are still working overtime. I didn't mention overtime pay."

   "After a few days, I will move to the yard of my grandfather's house. Her yard is quite spacious. If you push the old lady into a corner, she will not be lonely by herself."

  When a person is old, energy and spirit are also important. It is not a good thing for a paralyzed patient to huddle at home and wait quietly every day.

  Come here and watch everyone busy. Firstly, Aunt Lianhua will feel more at ease and work harder, and secondly, it is quite beneficial to the old lady herself.

  Anyway, she has so many people every day, the old lady originally wanted to keep a separate meal, so it doesn't matter if she comes to sit in the yard.

  Aunt Lianhua didn't know what to say anymore.

   At this moment, he lowered his head and carefully cleaned the jade-white vegetable pole, and it took a long time to make a buzzing sound:

   "Okay, I'll push her over tomorrow. If you don't mind, I'll even do the cleaning of your house."

  What else is there to dislike?

Song Tan sighed: "No need, Aunt Lianhua, you know that my house is going to be taken up soon—otherwise it's fine, we'll talk about salary again after the new house is built. I'll wrong you to take this right now." Is money okay?"

   "No wronged, no wronged!"

  Aunt Lianhua yelled louder than anyone else.

  Song Tan's family has a lot of food to support people. She doesn't speak, but it doesn't mean she can't feel it. At this moment, I quickly pretended to be busy and refused to speak.

  She picked up all the washed cabbage, and then put it into the hot water pot beside it to blanch. The whole person was busy, and she resolutely refused to give Song Tan a chance.

  Seventh Cousin lifted the one-knife pork belly from the big plastic red basin in the room, and reminded Song Tan:

   "Tan Tan, hurry up and buy another big freezer, these two freezers can't fit anymore."

   No way, everyone is a big eater, eating dumplings alone can kill half a cabinet. Not to mention two more, five more may not be enough!

   But seeing the weather is getting hot, it’s really not enough without it.

  Song Tan still sighed: "All right, all right, buy it first, and put it in my grandfather's yard later."

   At that time, you must not forget to re-wire the electric wires in the old man’s yard first, otherwise, if you do this every day, you may not be able to carry it.

  Qiao Qiao was still humming and kneading the dough, the stainless steel basin was smooth and shiny, and the huge dough under his hands was also delicate and soft.

  Because the chopping board is not big enough, at this moment, it can only be aggrieved and pulled into several balls, knead the **** again, and roll out the skin in sections.

Not to mention, Song Tan leaned over to take a look, and found that Qiao Qiao's talent was probably better than his own. For example, even though she is a fairy reserve now, the dumpling wrappers are not as smooth as Qiao Qiao's. .

  Here, Aunt Lianhua has fished out the blanched cabbage to cool it down again. And Seventh Cousin's knife was smooth, as if he cut the skin of the flesh effortlessly.

   The long and elastic skin flicked lightly in his hand, and Grandpa Seven was still a little regretful: "Oh, I don't know how good this meat skin can be raised if it is used to raise a pot!"

  Turning his head but looking at Qiao Qiao again: "Qiao Qiao, do you want to eat roasted pork skin?"

"eat!"

  Qiao Qiao said loudly, and then added: "I want to eat pickled pepper pigskin again."

   "You really know how to eat!" Seventh Cousin looked at him with distaste, and suddenly said with a smile:

   "But don't you want to go to the amusement park? This meat skin is not delicious after being left out. Cousin will eat it for you first."

   Qiao Qiao and Mian stopped, and stared at him in a daze.

   Just when the big guy thought he would be wronged, he nodded excitedly: "Well, Qiao Qiao is going to the amusement park, so it's okay not to eat the skin."

   This is what I said!

  Cousin Seven failed to tease the child, so he snorted and quickly sliced ​​the pork belly into thin slices, then added water to the pot, and simmered slowly.

  Then chopped all the prepared cabbage into fine pieces, bang bang bang bang, chopped the boss into a pot and straightened it up!

   Then squeeze out the water in groups.

  At this time, the pork belly in the pot has been stir-fried back and forth, and now the surface is also browned, and the water has dried up, leaving half of the pot of bright orange oil.

  Song Tan couldn't help but take a deep breath:

"smell good!"

I'm coming! ! Tonight is the long-lost day! It's almost finished, let's release it in a unified manner after writing, let's update everyone first.

   But at the latest, it will be about half past twelve.

   There are more to follow!

  (end of this chapter)