Chapter 228 228 Pork Dregs and Chinese Cabbage Dumplings

Chapter 228 228. Lard and cabbage dumplings

When Qiao Qiao and Song Tan came back carrying two large baskets of cabbage, the seventh cousin was holding a huge stainless steel basin and slowly adding warm water to make noodles.

There are so many noodles there, I'm afraid it won't be half a bowl.

The warm water in the gourd was still slowly steaming under the night light. The seventh cousin's skinny palms were slowly stirring the flour into dough in it, not to mention how skillful he was.

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

"What do you know!" The seventh cousin didn't appreciate it at all:

"Can the dumpling wrappers wholesaled by machines be worthy of our little cabbage? You have to roll them out to eat dumplings."

Go, go, go, the persistence of an experienced craftsman.

Song Tan shook his head: "As long as you don't feel tired."

Unexpectedly, the seventh cousin rubbed the dough on his hands and then ordered: "Qiaoqiao, wash your hands and come over to knead the noodles."

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

Song Tan: ...I can see it.

I really have a lot to worry about.

The seventh cousin is still smug: "Our Qiao Qiao is born to be a chef! Look how energetic he is at kneading dough! He is stronger than your father."

He turned around and raised his voice again: "Qiaoqiao, when you come back from the amusement park, let's make some steamed buns!"

As long as you add an amusement park, anything goes. Qiao Qiao agreed loudly.

This silly boy.

Aunt Lianhua laughed: her son could no longer be counted on. Working here every day and looking at Qiao Qiao made Aunt Lianhua feel softer.

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

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

Although when we first talked about her job, she would wash pots, wash dishes, and tidy up, but Aunt Lianhua would come in early and leave late every time. If her cooking skills weren't as good as those of her seventh cousin, she might even have taken over the cooking. In fact, Too diligent.

In fact, they only negotiated a salary of 1,000.

Song Tan felt she had a way to deal with people who took advantage of her, but as she was rushing to work hard, she became softer and softer.

She thought about it for a while and said, "Aunt Lianhua, why don't you come back to the yard, old lady at home? You can see something happening here, so don't worry."

Aunt Lianhua was quite at a loss: "Then... what should we do? You are all doing the work."

"Why not?"

Song Tan pointed to the work at hand: "If that's true, Aunt Lianhua, you are still working overtime, and I have not mentioned overtime pay."

"In a few days, we will move to my grandpa's yard. Her yard is quite spacious. If you push the old lady into a corner, she will not be lonely alone."

When people get old, their energy and energy 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 working at work makes Aunt Lianhua feel more at ease and work harder. Secondly, it is also good for the old lady herself.

Anyway, there were so many people there every day, and the old lady had to keep a separate meal, so it didn't matter if she came to sit in the yard.

Aunt Lianhua no longer knew what to say.

At this moment, he lowered his head and carefully cleaned the jade-white vegetable stem. It took a long time before he made a buzzing sound:

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

What's there to dislike about this?

Song Tan sighed: "No, Aunt Lianhua, you also know that my house will be demolished soon - otherwise, it's better to wait for the new house to be built, and then we can discuss the salary again. Now I'll give you the grievance." Is this money okay?”

"No grievance, no grievance!"

Aunt Lianhua screamed louder than anyone else.

Song Tan's family provides plenty of food to support people. Just because she doesn't speak doesn't mean she can't feel it. Now he quickly pretended to be busy and refused to speak.

She picked up all the washed cabbage and put it into the hot water pot nearby to blanch it. She was busy and determined not to give Song Tan a chance.

The seventh cousin picked up the pork belly he had prepared earlier from the large plastic red basin in the room, and reminded Song Tan:

"Tan Tan, hurry up and buy another big freezer. These two freezers can't even fit in."

Well, all of them are big eaters, and they can eat half a cupboard of dumplings in one meal. Let alone two more, five more may not be enough!

But as the weather gets hotter, it’s hard to live without it.

Song Tan still sighed: "Okay, okay, buy it first, then put it in my grandpa's yard later."

Don't forget to rewire the wires in the old man's yard when the time comes. Otherwise, if you do this every day, you may not be able to carry it around.

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

Because the chopping board is not big enough, I can only reluctantly break it into several balls, knead them one by one, and roll out the dough in sections.

Not to mention, Song Tan went over to take a look and found that Qiao Qiao's talent was probably better than hers - for example, even though she was a fairy reserve now, the dumpling wrappers she made were not as well-proportioned as Qiao Qiao's. slip.

At this end, Aunt Lianhua had already taken out the blanched cabbage and cooled it. And Uncle Seven cut the skin with a smooth knife, as if he cut the skin effortlessly.

The long elastic skin flicked gently in his hand, Uncle Seven felt a little regretful: "Oh, I don't know how good this skin will be if I use it to keep the pot!"

He turned his head and looked at Qiao Qiao again: "Qiao Qiao, do you want to eat roasted pork skin?"

"Yes!"

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

"You really know how to eat!" Uncle Seven looked at him with disdain, and suddenly smiled and said:

"But aren't you going to the amusement park? This pork skin won't taste good if it's left out, Uncle will eat it for you first."

Qiao Qiao stopped kneading the dough and stared at him blankly.

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

What he said!

Uncle Seven failed to amuse the child, so he snorted and quickly cut the pork belly into thin slices, then put it in a pot and added water, and slowly cooked it on low heat.

Then he chopped all the prepared cabbage into small pieces, and chopped a big pot of it!

Then he squeezed out the water in pieces.

At this time, the pork belly in the pot had been stir-fried back and forth, and now the surface was browned, the water was dried, and half a pot of bright orange oil was left.

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

"It smells so good!"

Here it comes!!! Tonight is the long-awaited day of 10,000! I'm almost done, so I'll post it all at once after I finish writing it. I'll update it first to inform everyone.

But the latest update will probably be before 12:30.

There's more to come!