Chapter 202 202 Scallion Oil Roll

Chapter 202 202. Scallion rolls

The green onions given by the uncle downstairs are really good.

The onion tube is fresh and tender, it is a local red-headed shallot, the onion head is purple-red, and the white whiskers are still stained with a little dirt, which makes it look unclean.

But it was so refreshing that Xiao Feng was reluctant to use force when washing vegetables.

But when I think about the scallion oil rice my son wants to eat, I feel a little sad: the child is too sensible, knows that the family is not good, and never says he wants to eat expensive things.

But given the family situation, Xiao Feng did not blindly want his son to eat and drink well. He just tried his best to make the food better and more delicious.

She took out the casserole at home, washed a box of rice, and added some oil and salt to it and mixed it well.

Then I put the discounted vegetables I just bought from the supermarket back into the refrigerator, leaving only the two handfuls of green onions.

Two kilograms of green onions is quite a lot. She carefully took out three of them, wrapped the rest and put them in the fresh-keeping layer of the refrigerator. Then she cut off the green onions and wrapped them in the same way, saving them for cooking tomorrow.

Then cut the green onion tubes into chopped green onions - the taste is so unique and exciting that it feels a little punchy when you cut it.

Xiao Feng couldn't help but feel a little disappointed——

Because her life was hard, even the green onions she used to make buns every day were just ordinary green onions from the vegetable market.

The uncle downstairs gave it to me, and I could tell at a glance that it was a high-quality dish. The difference in taste was also huge.

She couldn't help but secretly make up her mind: when she gets a little richer, she can have a little luxury once a week and choose some dishes that are in good condition. At the very least, you have to buy onions like this! The ones I bought myself were probably too cheap.

She was used to doing housework, so she moved very quickly. Now she put the casserole on the stove and started cooking. She also chopped some ginger, added some salt and chopped green onion, and mixed well.

Seeing that the rice was almost cooked, he heated up a pot on another stove and poured the hot oil into a small bowl with chopped green onions.

In an instant, a scent of onion burst out in the narrow kitchen, and the entire attic was filled with an unprecedented aroma!

The fragrance is so unique and alluring. Compared with this smell, the buns I make every day are like garbage.

Xiao Feng was stunned.

Even Xuanxuan couldn't help but run to the kitchen. He touched his belly and said, "Mom, it smells so good!"

Only then did she come back to her senses.

While answering with a smile on his face, he quickly poured the hot green onion oil into the rice again. It wasn't until the lid of the casserole was put back on for simmering that Xiao Feng took a deep breath:

"Xuanxuan, these are the green onions given by Grandpa Cao downstairs. I encountered them tomorrow morning. You have to say thank you to my mother."

Xuanxuan nodded hurriedly, but at the moment his eyes were bright and his attention was not on the conversation at all.

Instead, he asked again: "Mom, when can I eat it?"

The rice is already cooked, now it's just a matter of simmering the onion flavor into it. Xiao Feng estimated the time: "You go and clear the dining table first, it will be ready soon."

A casserole with a capacity of 1,000 milliliters simmered a full bowl of rice.

The emerald green and slightly burnt scallions are mixed with the crystal white rice. When you open the lid, the sweetness of the rice and the unique taste of the scallions are instantly exciting.

There was the sound of a window being opened downstairs.

Unbeknownst to Xiao Feng, Uncle Grass Carp was sitting in the restaurant holding a rice bowl and leftovers, his nose leaning toward the window nearby.

smell good.

What a strong onion flavor.

He instantly remembered the two kilograms of juicy green onions he had given away, which together cost more than a hundred yuan!

Now think about it, if I had known that I would be scolded when I came back, why would I have spent money on groceries?

Looking at the leftovers in front of me, I instantly felt hungry and had no appetite.

My wife, who was still angry just now, went to the window curiously. She knew that nothing could be seen outside, but she still subconsciously took a look:

"Whose cooking is so delicious? It's so late at night..."

She touched her stomach, and for some reason she seemed a little hungry.

But when I looked at the simple meal on the table that Uncle Grass Carp had heated in the microwave, I instantly lost my appetite.

Xiao Feng and Xuan Xuan were already holding spoons, and swallowed the fragrant scallion oil rice in one bite.

"(⊙o⊙)Wow!"

Xuanxuan's eyes suddenly widened: "Mom, it's delicious. Can we continue eating it tomorrow?"

Xiao Feng can still eat it no matter how frustrated he is. This is definitely not his cooking skills! The green onions given by the uncle downstairs are good. I don’t know where I bought it. If I use this green onion to make steamed buns...

Forget it, this kind of fine food must be very expensive and not suitable for her stall business.

Well, it is indeed delicious. Take another bite!

However, the more he ate, the more Xuanxuan became more eager to get the answer: "Mom, can you continue eating this tomorrow? It's really delicious."

Xuanxuan was usually sensible and rarely made such urgent requests. Let alone a simple scallion rice, Xiao Feng would not refuse even if he wanted something expensive.

She thought for a while: "Mom has to go out to the stall in the morning and doesn't have time to cook for you. Otherwise, I'll make some scallion rolls later and steam them together tomorrow. Is it okay for you to take them and eat them?"

"Wow, wow!"

Their breakfast has always been steamed buns, but now that they can change the taste, how can Xuanxuan disagree?

The mother and son immersed themselves in cooking, filling a large pot, and the two people with small appetites even scraped all the rice in it.

It wasn't until the last grain of rice was brought into her mouth that Xuanxuan put the spoon back into the casserole in despair.

Xiao Feng hesitated once, but couldn't help but ask: "Son, are you full?"

Xuanxuan touched her bulging belly: "Mom, I should be full."

That is, her stomach is full, but her mouth is not.

Coincidentally, Xiaofeng feels the same way.

But it's late at night, and eating stewed rice is not easy to digest, so she had to suppress the urge to cook another bowl.

Look at the time again: "Have you finished your homework? If you have, get ready to rest."

The onion fragrance in the attic gradually drifted away, and several families downstairs all had extra meals tonight.

It was 3:30 in the morning.

Xiaofeng got up quietly, washed up simply, and began to knead the dough, cut vegetables and prepare the stuffing.

The dough that has been fermented in advance is fluffy like a honeycomb, which is the best feel nowadays. In fact, Xiaofeng is not the best at making dumplings and preparing the stuffing. But her dough is well fermented, soft and fluffy, and she can always grasp the best taste.

Many people don't like to eat the dough when eating dumplings, but only hers is bought for the dough soaked in vegetable juice.

Because of his good skills in making dough, Xiao Feng's reputation for selling steamed buns every evening is much better than that for selling steamed buns.

When he finished wrapping the buns at five o'clock, he looked at the remaining large ball of dough, turned around and washed and cut the two pounds of green onions from yesterday into chopped green onions.

Thirteen spices were mixed with salt and chopped green onions, and then hot oil was poured on them. Then they were directly applied to the dough that had just been oiled, rolled, cut, and pressed with chopsticks...

In the quiet attic kitchen, the cannon-barrel range hood made a rumbling sound.

The familiar smell of steamed buns filled the air again, and in the end, it was replaced by the rich and pungent aroma of green onions...

The amount of green onions used in making flower rolls can be more or less, and Xiao Feng is destined to embark on a road of no return...

There will be more later.