When Qiao Qiao and Song Tan came back carrying two large baskets of cabbage, their seventh cousin was holding a large stainless steel basin and slowly adding warm water to it to knead the dough.
There is so much noodles there, probably at least half a basin.
The warm water in the ladle was still steaming slowly under the night light. My seventh cousin's skinny hands were slowly stirring the flour into dough. His movements were extremely skillful.
Song Tan couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw this: "Seventh cousin, next time you want to make dumplings, tell me in advance and I'll buy the ready-made dumpling wrappers."
"What do you know?" Uncle Seven didn't appreciate it at all:
"Can the dumpling wrappers wholesaled from machines be good enough for our little cabbages? We have to roll the wrappers freshly to eat dumplings."
Go, go, go, this is the persistence of the old craftsmen.
Song Tan shook his head: "As long as you don't feel tired."
Who would have thought that the seventh cousin would rub the dough on his hands and then order: "Qiao Qiao, wash your hands and come over to knead the dough."
He washed his hands, and now sat in front of the stove and smiled at Song Tan: "Don't worry, I know how to take care of myself, so I won't get tired."
Song Tan: …I can see that.
I really worry too much.
This seventh cousin was still smug: "Our Qiao Qiao is born to be a chef! Look at him kneading the dough, how energetic he is! He is stronger than your father."
He turned around and raised his voice again: "Qiao Qiao, when you come back from the amusement park, let's knead some more buns!"
As long as the amusement park is included, anything is fine. Qiao Qiao agreed loudly.
This silly boy.
Aunt Lianhua laughed: her son could no longer be relied upon. Working here and looking at Qiao Qiao every day made Aunt Lianhua's heart soften.
At this moment, take out the cabbages from the basket, peel off the roots neatly, and then throw them into the basin of water one by one and rinse them gently.
I have to say, with her help during this period, cooking and washing dishes at home have become much easier.
Although the job description was to wash pots and dishes and clean up when they first talked about it, Aunt Lianhua always came early and left late. If her cooking skills were not as good as those of my seventh cousin, I'm afraid she would have taken over the cooking job as well. She is really too diligent.
In fact, they only negotiated a salary of 1,000.
Song Tan felt that she had the means to deal with those who took advantage of her, but she became even softer towards those who were eager to work hard.
After thinking for a while, he said, "Aunt Lianhua, why don't you push the old lady to the yard later? You can see what happens here, so you can feel more at ease."
Aunt Lianhua was at a loss: "Then... How can we do that? You are all working."
"Why not?"
Song Tan pointed at the work at hand and said, "If that's the case, Aunt Lianhua, you are still working overtime, and I didn't mention overtime pay."
"Move to my grandfather's yard in a few days. Her yard is quite spacious. You can push the old lady to a corner so she won't be lonely."
When people get old, their energy and spirit are also important. It is not a good thing for a paralyzed patient to stay at home and wait quietly every day.
Coming here and watching everyone busying themselves, Aunt Lianhua can work more at ease and harder. It is also beneficial to the old lady herself.
Anyway, there are so many people here every day, and the old lady has to reserve a separate meal for them. It doesn't matter if they 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 stems. After a long while, a buzzing sound came out:
"Okay, I'll push her over here tomorrow. If you don't mind, I'll clean your house too."
What's there to dislike about this
Song Tan sighed, "No need, Aunt Lianhua, you know my house is going to be demolished soon. How about this, when the new house is built, we can talk about the salary again. Can you take this money for now?"
"No grievance, no grievance!"
Aunt Lianhua screamed louder than anyone else.
Song Tan's family's food is very nourishing. She didn't say anything, but that didn't mean she couldn't feel it. Now she quickly pretended to be busy and refused to speak.
She picked up all the washed cabbages and put them into the pot of hot water at the side to blanch them. She was busy and determined not to give Song Tan any chance.
Uncle Seven took out a piece of pork belly that he had prepared from the large red plastic basin in the room and reminded Song Tan:
"Tan Tan, you should hurry up and buy another big freezer. These two freezers can't hold all the stuff."
Of course, they are all big eaters, and they can eat half a cabinet of dumplings in one meal. Not to mention two more, even five more may not be enough!
But now that the weather is getting hot, we really can’t do without it.
Song Tan still sighed: "Okay, okay, buy it first and put it in my grandfather's yard later."
When the time comes, don’t forget to re-wire the electrical wires in the elderly’s yard, otherwise, if it continues like this every day, I’m afraid it won’t be able to carry on.
Qiao Qiao was still kneading the dough with a grunt. The stainless steel basin was smooth and shiny, and the huge dough under his hands was equally delicate and soft.
Because the eucalyptus board is not big enough, I can only pinch it into several balls, knead them one by one, and roll them into dough in sections.
Not to mention, Song Tan leaned over to take a look and discovered that Qiao Qiao's talent was probably really better than hers - for example, even though she was now a reserve fairy, the dumpling wrappers she rolled were not as evenly and smoothly made as those made by Qiao Qiao.
Aunt Lianhua had already taken out the blanched cabbage to cool it down. Uncle Seven cut the meat with his knife so smoothly that he cut through the skin effortlessly.
The long, elastic strip of pork skin flicked gently in his hand, and Uncle Qi felt a little regretful: "Oh, I don't know how good this pork skin will be if I use it to feed the pot!"
He turned his head and looked at Qiao Qiao again: "Qiao Qiao, do you want to eat roasted pork skin?"
"eat!"
Qiao Qiao exclaimed, 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, then suddenly smiled and said:
"But aren't you going to the amusement park? The pork skin won't taste good without it. Let your uncle eat it for you first."
Qiao Qiao stopped kneading the dough and stared at him blankly.
Just when everyone thought he would feel wronged, he nodded excitedly: "Well, Qiao Qiao is going to the amusement park, so it's okay if he doesn't eat the skin."
What you said!
The seventh cousin failed to amuse the child, so he snorted and quickly cut the pork belly into thin slices. Then he put it into the pot, added water, and cooked it slowly over low heat.
Then chop all the prepared Chinese cabbage into small pieces. Bang, bang, bang, bang, chop a whole pot of it until it's juicy!
Then squeeze out all the water.
At this time, the pork belly in the pot has been stir-fried back and forth, and now the surface is browned, the moisture has dried up, and half a pot of shiny orange oil remains.
Song Tan couldn't help but take a deep breath:
“It smells so good!”