What does delicious rice look like
The Song family originally planted indica rice from the south, which had a hard texture. In addition, the selection of seeds was average, so the taste was really bad, on par with the rice sold in supermarkets for one or two yuan per pound.
But this year, Song Tan came to grow rice. Considering that his family members were old, he chose japonica rice, which was common in the north.
Japonica rice is shorter and plumper, with a soft, delicate and sweet taste. Except that it is not as good as indica rice for making fried rice, it is good in other aspects.
The most important thing is that in order to grow two crops of rice this year, their family started breeding and transplanting rice seedlings earlier than normal.
Japonica rice is more cold-resistant, and its branched starch structure will be sweeter under large temperature differences...
In short, adapt to local conditions.
Song Sancheng grumbled about this for a long time, with only one central idea -
He has been used to eating hard rice for so many years and doesn't like the soft and sticky one.
What's more, based on their farming experience decades ago, harder rice would be more filling.
It was Song Tan's words that convinced him:
"Dad, 20 years ago, you had to carry the rice home in bundles. Now we have machines, and we hire people to do the work that we can't finish... Qiao Qiao is so old now, you don't still want to work as hard as we did when we were kids, do you?"
"Eat something soft, it will put less burden on your stomach."
Look, right now, inside the blazing stove, there is this kind of rice popcorn rolling around.
The aroma of rice filled the entire yard, making everyone a little restless.
Even though Song Tan had just chopped a few watermelons neatly to satisfy everyone's cravings, some people still couldn't help but stand at the door with their noses twitching, like hungry puppies.
After smelling it, the female classmate returned to the living room emotionally, and then sighed:
"Why do you say that the fruits of one's own labor are the best? Maybe it's because I worked really hard today. Why does the food smell so sweet tonight?"
"Just the smell of this rice alone can make me finish three bowls!"
Normally, this would be an exaggerated joke. But when everyone thought about their bloated stomachs after lunch, they all became curious:
“How sweet is it?”
The female classmate waved her hands and said, "The smell in the living room is not even one tenth of what it smells like outside."
"I'll go smell it too!"
"I'm going too! I didn't do much work today, so I slacked off. I have to see if the filter has disappeared..."
The two classmates ran out.
Everyone waited for a while, but no one came back. Then they turned around—
"Good fellow, Chen Zhou, you actually ate secretly in the kitchen!"
"I didn't eat it secretly!"
An old classmate is also single, and he blocked the kitchen door directly: "It's just that the smell is too good, can't I stand over and smell it a few more times?"
After this was said, everyone looked at each other, and then rushed to the door.
Then he paused again.
They looked at each other and said, "Why do I feel that... the sweetness of this rice doesn't seem to be a result of our own labor, but a filter added to it?"
It smells so good.
It is hard to describe the sweetness of rice in words. It is a smell that makes people feel soothed from the heart to the stomach...
Drool... Drool is coming out! Everyone struggled to maintain their sanity.
In fact, the largest content of rice is starch, which has low nutritional value. Eating too much carbohydrates will make you fat.
But…
"Not eating carbs will make me dumber, and I really love rice!"
"Me too!"
"Oh, let's lose weight tomorrow. I exercised today—"
As soon as these words were spoken, another person rushed to the kitchen door.
It just so happened that the rice in the big pot was boiling, and my seventh cousin was holding a ladle, scooping out the rice soup with ease.
The simple stainless steel basin was filled with milky white rice soup. If everyone had not been so reserved as not to step into the kitchen door, their saliva would have dripped into the basin.
My seventh cousin is planning to use this rice broth to make soup!
At this moment, he took a deep breath and said, "Tantan has his own way of growing things! Look at this rice, it's not the same as what we used to eat."
He raised his beard proudly to Grandma Qi: "How about it? Go back to your hometown and enjoy your life? If I didn't have the cooking skills, where would I get to eat such delicious food!"
People who eat it will be light and healthy, happy every day, and would not change it even for a god.
Grandma Qi also swallowed her saliva.
But she was old and had some baggage in her mind. She glanced at the crowd of people standing at the door and didn't even bother to say anything about drinking a bowl of rice soup first.
It was not until my seventh cousin had almost finished filling the rice soup and put the lid back on the pot that the fragrant aroma diminished a little.
Just a little, not much.
Looking at the people standing at the door, he simply waved his big spoon and said, "Come, get a bowl. I'll give you a bowl of rice soup to warm your stomach."
In this hot day, everyone was sweating profusely, and no one thought that warming the stomach was a problem. At this moment, he hurriedly turned around and shouted, "Song Tan, where are your bowls?"
Song Tan came over and took a look—although she was a little greedy, her old classmates were all easy to deal with.
It's just rice soup, drink it as you like.
"Let me get it. It's in the dining room cabinet—"
Before she even raised her foot, a classmate had already rushed in impatiently, and soon came out with a whole bag of disposable bowls.
So, everyone in the family was given a full bowl.
The milky white rice soup rippled slightly in the brown paper bowl. Everyone didn't mind the heat and was even reluctant to move back to the living room, fearing that the rice soup would spill a little along the way...
Instead, he just stood in the yard filled with the slightly blue night sky, breathing heavily.
Aunt Lianhua knew Xin Jun. Seeing that the young men had not come out of the house all day, she brought up three full bowls of soup on an enamel tray with a red double happiness pattern that was used in an unknown era.
In the kitchen, the thoughtful seventh cousin had already used several large bowls to set aside a portion.
Just like that, the big bowl of soup had already been eaten by the students, whooshing away the hot steam and gulping it down with a "slurp".
This made Song Tan feel a little bit amused and helpless—
God knows, this is not the process she arranged! After all, although Fairy Tan thought she was stingy, she didn't calculate to this extent.
"I just finished eating watermelon and now I'm drinking rice soup. My stomach is full of water. Are you guys still eating tonight?"
“Must eat!”
"That's right! I harvested the rice with my own hands, so you have to eat it no matter what!"
"If nothing else, I can eat three bowls of this rice!" "I want to eat the rice crust."
“I want to eat too…”
Well, we just drank the soup and we were already feeling hungry again while chatting.
Even Song Tan was speechless.
I had no choice but to rush them into the living room: "Don't stay here, go and have a rest, aren't you tired after this day?"
Only after everyone had entered the house did she slowly walk into the kitchen, then held her bowl and drank in small sips.
How to say it
I feel very touched.
It’s been half a year since I came back, and today I can finally have a bowl of rice.
My seventh cousin was still thinking: "Next year, I have to plant more rice, some glutinous rice, and some indica rice. Good indica rice tastes good, just with a different texture. I'm sure it will be especially delicious when I make fried rice with eggs."