Song Tan Jishi

When Qiao Qiao and Song Tan came back with two big baskets of cabbage, Cousin Seven 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's thin palms were slowly stirring the flour into fluff in it, not to mention his skillful movements.

Song Tan couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw it: "Seven Cousin, if you want to make dumplings next time, tell me in advance that I'll go buy the ready-made dumpling wrappers."

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

"Just 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."

Let's go, the persistence of veteran craftsmen.

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

Unexpectedly, the Seventh Cousin 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 again!"

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 and looking at Qiao Qiao makes 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.

In fact, they only talked about a salary of 1,000.

Song Tan felt that she had the means to deal with people who took advantage of her, but she became more and more soft on this kind of person who worked hard.

Thinking about it for a moment: "Aunt Lianhua, the old lady at home, why don't you turn around and 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, and 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.

Coming here to watch everyone busy at work makes Aunt Lianhua feel more at ease and work harder, and secondly, it is also good for the old lady herself.

Anyway, she has so many people every day, and the old lady originally wanted to keep a meal alone, 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 him 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 hate?

Song Tan sighed: "No need, you know, Aunt Lianhua, 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 be wronged for now. Is this money okay?"

"Don't be wronged, don't be wronged!"

Aunt Lianhua yelled louder than anyone else.

The food in Song Tan's family is more nourishing. 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 scooped up all the washed cabbage and put them into the hot water pot beside them to blanch. The whole person was busy and determined not to give Song Tan a chance.

The Seventh Cousin brought up the one-knife pork belly that he had prepared earlier 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."

Well, 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 looking at the hot weather, it really doesn't work 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 reconnect the 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, and the balls are re-kneaded, and the balls are rolled out by 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, she may be a fairy reserve now, but the dumpling wrappers are not as well-proportioned as Qiao Qiao's. slip.

At this end, Aunt Lianhua has taken 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 Qi felt a little regretful: "Oh, I don't know how good this meat skin can be raised if I use it to raise a pot!"

He turned his head and looked 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 pork skin again."

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

"But don't you want to go to the amusement park? This meat skin is not delicious, my cousin will eat it for you first."

Qiao Qiao stopped the movement of Hemian, and stared at him blankly at the moment.

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."

That's what I said!

The Seventh Cousin failed to tease the child, so he snorted now, 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, smack, smack, chop the boss into a pot and straight up!

Then squeeze the water out 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 taking 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 will be more!