Dad: I will farm and raise children after quitting the circle

Chapter 535 Do You Think I'm Blind?
When Su Qinghe woke up, it was just dawn, and the crowing of roosters rose and fell from time to time.

The climate at the end of April is already summer, but there has been a lot of rain recently, and the air in the morning looks humid and cool.

As usual, the old lady sat on a chair on the porch after buying the pork, looking at the distant mountains in the morning, like a sculpture.

Footsteps sounded in her ears, and a figure appeared out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head to look, said softly, "I bought the pork", then turned her head again, and continued to look at the mountains that she never felt tired of.

Su Qinghe nodded, and walked towards the kitchen. There was a red plastic bag on the desk. Su Qinghe looked at it. There were pork ribs, lean meat and pork sausage inside. There was also a handful of fresh raw green onions next to it. I knew that the old lady had just gone to the vegetable field to pick it.

Whatever the old lady buys, Su Qinghe does. For breakfast, he uses a clay pot to cook a pot of porridge with lean meat and vermicelli.

Clean up the rice sausage first, the pork guy’s own pigs are slaughtered and sold immediately, and the old lady is very experienced, the rice noodles bought back are thick and white, Su Qinghe praised the good stuff in his heart, and held the rice noodles with two fingers, Squeeze out the contents from top to bottom, and then put it under the faucet to rinse.

After washing, cut off the excess fat and leave a little bit, then cut off the sausage and put it on a plate to marinate with oil and salt.

Next, the lean meat is processed, divided into two parts, one part is used to cook porridge, and the other part is chopped to try to make rice rolls. Although Su Qinghe does not have the confidence to make delicious rice rolls, there will be no waste of materials , The minced lean meat can also be kneaded into meat balls, and put in a stew pot to stew soup for obedient drink.

Lean meats are also marinated on a plate.

Put the ribs in the refrigerator to keep them fresh, and decide whether to make soup or what to do at noon depending on the situation.

When Su Qinghe came out of the house and walked into the kitchen, the old lady also came in, "Is it done? Now, go and think about your rice rolls. I'll cook the porridge."

Su Qinghe nodded and said: "Okay, then you can come, lean meat powder sausage porridge, use a clay pot!"

"I still need you to teach me?" The old lady laughed and scolded, raising her hand as if to slap her, "I've been cooking for a year, see if you can do it, I've been doing it all my life, do you see how I am embarrassed?"

"Aren't you embarrassing?" Su Qinghe glanced at the old lady's raised palm, "Mother, you haven't eaten rice rolls, have you?"

"I don't even know what kind of rice roll you're talking about. I don't know if I've eaten it or not." The old lady took a plate to wash the rice, "Anyway, we have some in Nanling Town. I haven't eaten it."

"Then I'll make it, you have to taste it well." Su Qinghe said with a smile.

The old lady said contemptuously: "Isn't it the first time you do it, so confident that you can do it at once?"

"You must have confidence, and you don't even look at who I am." Su Qinghe was duplicity, feeling guilty in his heart, but his face was calm and composed, "I must have some talent in cooking, before you didn't let me I just do it."

"I think that Guaiguai usually likes to brag so loudly, and I learned from you." The old lady teased.

Su Qinghe smiled and stopped talking. If you can't make it once, try it a few more times. Anyway, it's still early, so you can make it, but you can't guarantee the taste.

There was a plastic bucket next to the desk. Su Qinghe removed the antimony basin upside down on it, reached into the bucket and took out a handful of rice. The old rice, which had been soaked overnight, could be crushed without much effort. open.

The old rice was found by Su Qinghe when he was tidying up the sundry room before. He only found out after asking the old lady that it was the rice that she bought back the year before last. It is very cheap rice with a relatively high starch content. Much worse.

It was also because of this bag of rice that Su Qinghe knew that the old lady was still hiding a trick.

Since he made money, he gave the old lady a bank card to let the old lady buy more good food, worrying that she was used to frugality, Su Qinghe would call back from time to time to ask Su Qingchi what kind of food he usually ate, and how well he ate it. OK.

However, the old lady said one thing in the open and one in the dark. At that time, Su Qingchi was already in high school, and she only went home once a month. When Su Qingchi was at home, she ate good food. When Su Qingchi returned to school, the old lady ate the cheapest rice. , Even the meat is not bought and eaten.

The bag of rice that Su Qinghe dug out was because he told the old lady before he came back that the old lady didn't have time to open it to eat, and she forgot about it after a long time.

Even if Su Qinghe asked her out, she still said that she bought it to feed the chickens.

Su Qinghe really planned to feed it to the chickens later, but after arguing with Xiaoguai later, he forgot that this time he wanted to try making rice rolls, and he needed old rice to make rice milk, and he remembered it again.

There are too many tutorials on the Internet. This time, he plans to try pure rice milk first. All raw and cooked rice milk and those with cornstarch are in the back row.

Pour the soaked old rice into the wall breaker, add water in proportion, and filter the rice milk through a sieve.

Find out the big tray that usually burns paper chicken, brush a layer of peanut oil, put a spoonful of rice milk in it and spread it evenly, because it is an experiment, so no ingredients such as meat mince, eggs, etc., he didn't even make soul sauce.

The pot of the induction cooker can’t fit the large tray, but it’s okay. I have a large earthen stove wok at home, light a fire to boil water, put a tripod bracket inside, put the large tray on it, cover the pot, and take off the cover after 1 minute , rice milk is steamed and weighed into powder, and it is cooked when it is bulging.

Su Qinghe's memory is not bad at all, and it is even better now. He remembers clearly the tutorials he watched last night, and every step is strictly followed by the tutorials.

That's right, the foundation scraped out with a spatula is tattered and has no appearance at all.

"Grandmother, did you see that, I said I'm a bit talented in cooking." Su Qinghe held a plate and showed the old lady his first achievement.

The old lady said with distaste: "You bastard, what are you talking about?"

"Don't care about the appearance, at least I made it, right?" Su Qinghe picked it up with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth. How can I say this taste? Talk, the customer can tell him after a bite, find a factory to work.

Seeing Su Qinghe's wonderful expression, the old lady turned her head away, unable to bear to look directly.

"Mother, it's not bad!" Su Qinghe hastened to hold his respect.

"Do you think I'm blind?" The old lady didn't turn her head back, "I'm old, but my eyesight isn't good enough."

Su Qinghe explained: "I really don't lie to you, in fact, it's quite different from what I expected, and it's still edible."

The old lady said mercilessly: "As long as it is cooked, of course it can be eaten."

"I'll try it a few more times, and you'll see how much you like it later. I promise to obediently eat the rice rolls I made, and I won't like your porridge anymore." Su Qinghe said.

"Ha ha!"

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Xiaoguai woke up early today. She turned over and saw that her mother was still sleeping. She raised her head and looked over her mother's body. The place where her father slept was empty. Thinking of her father's promise to make delicious food for her today, she He climbed out of bed gently, put on his beloved little mouse slippers and looked back, seeing that he didn't wake up his mother, he rattled and ran out.

He went straight to the kitchen, hugged Su Qinghe's thigh when he entered, and glanced at the big frying pan of the earthen stove, "Dad~ is that noodle ready~~"

"He's really a snack foodie, he just looks for something to eat when we come together." Su Qinghe glanced out, it turned out that the sky was already bright, "Go and wake up mom, let her brush your teeth for you."

"No~ Eat the powder first, then brush your teeth~~" Worried that Su Qinghe would disagree, he obediently added, "Mom has a baby in her belly~ She has to sleep with two of them~ It's hard work ~~”

"alright."

Su Qinghe took out the tray from the pot, and the technique of scraping the foundation with the spatula looked a bit proficient, but he looked at it obediently, and frowned.

She couldn't figure it out, how did her father do it, that the noodles that looked good when they were just out of the pan turned so ugly when they were put on the plate?
(End of this chapter)