Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 309 309. Eggplant bun and Maotai wine

  If the day is long and the night is short, the sun is scorching hot at 3 o'clock, and the green rushes drying on the concrete floor outside will soon look dull.

  Song Youde got up and walked around twice, couldn't help but sighed and shook his head: "You don't know anything now!"

   As he spoke, he went to Seventh Cousin's stove, picked up two pinches of plant ash with a shovel, and sprinkled them evenly on the rush.

   "We have to do this first, to absorb water and remove insects, so that we can get through the sun. After weaving the straw mat, we can worry less."

  Song Tan didn't feel blushing at all: "I've never weaved straw mats, how would I know? Grandpa, you can do it! We will rely on you for the straw mats at home from now on!"

  Song Youde raised the corners of his mouth proudly:

   "That is, there is an old saying: An old man in a family is like a treasure. Are you making it up?"

  Song Tan: ...Just a few compliments, why are you so proud? You, an old man, say this by yourself, how like a queen mother-in-law!

  Looking at the golden shredded tobacco that Grandpa had cut in half, she couldn't help but be moved: "Grandpa, cut another two catties, and I'll give it to a friend."

  Song Youde was a bit reluctant: "What kind of friend? Can't you say goodbye?"

  Two catties of shredded tobacco yields nearly three catties of dry tobacco leaves, and the stems weigh heavily.

  Song Tan thought of his savior—why didn't his friend place an order recently?

   "This friend introduced me to a big customer, and every order is 100,000 yuan less. Do you want to send it or not?"

All right.

  Song Youde sat back on the bench and picked up the kitchen knife again: "Bring me another bundle of tobacco leaves."

  …

  Here, Seventh Cousin is still thinking about the evening menu—

  With so many people and hot weather, he was also worried.

   "Tan Tan, I think the eggplants in that field are growing pretty well. Why don't we eat something simpler tonight, with an eggplant bun and a bowl of white fungus soup? If it's not enough, have a bowl of cold noodles?"

  Eggplant bun? !

  Song Tan was drooling instantly and couldn't help it anymore.

   Seventh Cousin laughed when he saw her appearance:

   "Okay, I'll eat this at night. Go to the field and pick a few more eggplants, and then pull two handfuls of green onions—there are some red peppers for me to pick a few, and I'll make a sauce for cold noodles."

  There are a lot of people in the family, and it is said that there are a few eggplant buns, but Song Tan actually went with a basket and came back with most of the basket filled with eggplants. The two green onions next to it are fresh and tender, which are extraordinarily juicy.

  The Seventh Cousin called Qiao Qiao again: "Actually, purple eggplants are the best for eggplant buns, but our purple eggplants are not yet ripe, and green eggplants are not bad."

   "Sometimes, you have to use local materials for cooking. When you can pick the ingredients, you can pick them. When you can't, we have to be flexible."

   Qiao Qiao listened obediently: "Understood, what's the use."

   "Okay," Seventh Cousin is now used to his incisiveness. He is also a bit addicted to teaching such a smart apprentice, and he is even more impolite when he directs:

   "Pick the onion first, and cut it into chopped green onions."

  Where does he need to pick?

  Aunt Lianhua and the old lady couldn't wait to take the shallots over, and they pinched their heads to clean them up.

   After practicing for this period of time, Qiao Qiao's cutting speed is still a little slow, but he can already cut vegetables in the same size and evenly.

  Scallions are just basic skills.

  Here Seventh Cousin is even distracted teaching him: "Cut this eggplant into thick round slices, let's eat it at home, just cut it horizontally like this, big and small ones can be eaten."

  Compared with other dishes, the eggplant bun really has no technical content.

   Beat some eggs, add some salt, water, flour, chopped green onion, mix well, stir into a thick batter, then dip the eggplant pieces in the batter one by one, put them in the pan, fry slowly on low heat...

   Not long after, the unique aroma of eggplant diffused over the small courtyard.

  Qiao Qiao blanched the white fungus, and came to a new question: "I ask you, why do you have to blanch all the ingredients for the white fungus soup first?"

  Jojo remembers it very clearly.

  He said loudly: "Because if you don't blanch them first, they will be slightly pantothenic!"

   "When should wolfberries be added?"

   "It should be added after the white fungus soup is basically cooked, otherwise it will also have pantothenic acid, and the nutrients in it will be destroyed."

"Um."

  Seventh Cousin was satisfied: "Good boy!"

  Jojo became more passionate.

   Now that the sun was setting, Song Youde finally cut out four catties of shredded tobacco, carefully weighed it with a scale, and divided it into two parts.

   Then he turned around the pot twice with his hands behind his back, and went to take back the undried rush.

  Turning around and finally being free, he said, "Do more. I'll call Xiao Zhu over, and ask her to bring the shredded tobacco back tonight."

  He made arrangements on his own, but now he was particularly melancholy: When will a guest come to the house?

  His Moutai wine is not accompanied by anyone, and it does not taste good. The main reason is that he can't show off, he is not even willing to open the bottle.

  But he couldn't bear to have random people come here on weekdays, so he was extremely anxious at this moment.

  Xiao Zhu's branch secretary is not out at all now. When a phone call comes, she refuses to even refuse, and walks over quickly.

  As soon as she entered the yard, she smelled the indescribable salty aroma, with the attraction of deep frying, which made her stomach growl uncontrollably.

   Watching Qiao Qiao take out the tremella soup one by one to cool, she still showed regret:

   "It would be so refreshing to drink it iced!"

   "That can't be done." The old lady Wang Lifen smiled: "Girl's house, it's not okay to eat cold food all the time. It's not hot yet, so it's good to eat more warm food."

All right.

Xiao Zhu also accepted it without any obstacles, and even sighed: "It's still an old man who knows how to take care of his body. Young people like us, who are hungry and full, either eat spicy food or greasy and cold food... After a long time, the stomach and intestines are ruined."

  When Song Youde heard it, he immediately yelled loudly:

   "Look, I told you not to meet outsiders! Come over directly for dinner in the future, you are still embarrassed, and pretend (zuo) fake!"

  Song Tan and Zhang Yanping looked at each other and sighed helplessly.

  Xiao Zhu branch secretary smiled: "You love me too much, old man, did you drink the wine you brought last time? I have nothing to do tonight, why don't I accompany you for a drink?"

   "If it feels right to you, I'll bring it to you next time."

   Ah Yo.

  This is a big deal.

  Song Youde was overjoyed immediately: "Can you drink?"

   "Yes." The branch secretary Xiao Zhu was extraordinarily generous: "I will drink it when I am a teenager, so let's not drink too much, just have a drink!"

   "All right, all right!"

  Song Youde has already rushed into the house to stir up his hidden Moutai.

   On the other hand, Party Secretary Xiao Zhu also smiled kindly at Song Tan: "The atmosphere in our family is really good."

  Song Tan remained silent.

  She thought to herself: I can see someone who can climb the pole better than me.

  Here, Song Youde not only took the Moutai, but also took out the bag of shredded tobacco:

  "Come to Xiaozhu, I specially cut it for you this afternoon, when you send it back to your family, they will definitely like it!"

  Xiao Zhu branch secretary took it with a smile: "Okay, I will bring some good cigarettes at home later for you to try."

   Push my "Great Magic"... No one is optimistic about the deserted.

   It’s a short article, I won’t lie to you

  (end of this chapter)