After the two little beans learned how to make rice dumplings for a while, they discovered that this seemingly simple thing was actually a little difficult. Especially for the younger Su Xueyan, the grip strength of her hands and the length of her fingers limited the extent of her grasp, making it easier for the rice dumplings to come loose.
Although Su Xuanhe's grip strength was sufficient, he did not master the knack of making rice dumplings. Even if the rice dumplings were wrapped properly at first, the white glutinous rice inside would gradually leak out. In fact, the "folded corners" were not revealed.
After breaking three and four rice dumpling leaves respectively, although Su Qingluan didn't say anything, Yang, who had always been thrifty, couldn't stand it anymore and drove the two little guys out of the kitchen: "Although the rice dumpling leaves are not It’s such a precious thing, but I can’t help but treat it like a toy!”
Su Qingluan laughed and placed the rice dumpling leaf that had been "ravaged" by her brother and sister closer to the outside. "This is just two cracks. It can actually be used, but it needs to be combined with a better intact rice dumpling leaf." It’s just mutual cooperation.”
Mrs. Yang put the chopped wild vegetables into the porridge and stirred it. She turned around and said with a smile: "You girl said before that you should develop good habits for your younger brothers and sisters. You should not pamper them too much. I have seen that the one who is the most pampered is the one who can be pampered." The only one they have is you, the elder sister."
As long as Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan want to do something, Su Qingluan will take them to do it when he has time. If he doesn't have time, he will find a way. And like today when two children are causing trouble in the kitchen, Su Qingluan will hardly do it. Will get angry.
Su Qingluan smiled and shook her head: "When they are this old, they want to do everything. Since our family has such conditions, we are not afraid of damaging such a few rice dumpling leaves. It is not easy for them to learn how to use their hands. What’s the harm.”
When making dumplings or buns at home, if the two little guys looked curious and wanted to do it, Su Qingluan would give them two pieces of dough and teach them how to roll out the dough, make dumplings, and make buns. .
Of course, the results produced by these two little guys must be all kinds of "imaginative art". Su Qingluan simply put their two "art works" on a separate layer. After steaming them, whether they are flat or The stuffing came out and they all had to eat by themselves.
Originally, Yang wanted to accept these "defective products" himself, but in Su Qingluan's view, the things he made, even if they didn't look so good, tasted delicious.
What's more, Su Qingluan made the noodles and stuffing. With these two steps to lay the foundation, no matter how weird the buns and dumplings made by his brother and sister are, one thing is for sure - the taste is different. It would be ridiculously bad.
Sure enough, when the two little guys saw their "finished product", they ate it up without any objection at all. They even ate more than usual when Yang or Su Qingluan made it.
But in the final analysis, the dough used to make dumplings or steamed buns is malleable, and even if the filling is "revealed", it can be repaired at will. But the rice dumpling leaves are completely different. They have no elasticity and ductility. If they are not handled well, the entire rice dumpling leaf will crack. Relatively speaking, it is much more difficult than making buns and dumplings, so the two little guys always fail. .
One or two failures can be covered up with interest. Over time, the "interest" of the two little guys has been almost wiped out. So as soon as Yang drove them away, they went out obediently without much thought of nostalgia.
Su Qingluan smiled and shook her head, and continued her work. Soon, thirty rice dumplings that could fill a whole pot were finished.
These thirty are just sweet rice dumplings, and Su Qingluan will make salty rice dumplings next. Considering that the rice dumplings in Huaxi Village usually have a sweet taste, and they used to be dipped in sugar or empty, with only a jujube put in the glutinous rice, Su Qingluan prepared less salty rice dumplings.
Even though she is a salty person, she also understands that the inertia of food taste can still play a decisive role in a short period of time. This year can be regarded as a year to try "salty rice dumplings", but she must not make too many.
After all, it will take some time to accept this new taste no matter what. What's more, salted egg yolks and bacon are added to the salted rice dumplings, which are relatively more perishable, so it is even more important to eat them as soon as possible in this age without any insurance measures.
So Su Qingluan was very cautious and only made less than twenty egg yolk and bacon rice dumplings, and the quantity was decided after strictly calculating the number of rice dumplings sent by each family.
After finishing both pots of rice dumplings, Yang called her to finish her meal.
"Auntie, I'll cook all these rice dumplings before we go to eat!" Su Qingluan neatly stacked the rice dumplings in two large pots usually used for making soup, and carefully placed them on the stove - inside the stove The fire has not been extinguished yet. It was Su Qingluan who deliberately asked Yang not to extinguish the fire.
When Mrs. Yang heard Su Qingluan's voice, she placed the dishes and chopsticks and walked to the kitchen: "Hey, what if your rice dumplings are made earlier or later? Anyway, it only takes an hour or two..." Seeing the movement in the kitchen, Yang was stunned, "What did you put in the pot? Stones?"
Yang walked over and took a look curiously: "Hey, isn't this the crock that I use when making pickled vegetables in the winter?" Yang said and couldn't help but go over and smell it.
Su Qingluan laughed: "Don't worry, Mom, I've washed it many times, there won't be any weird smell." Su Qingluan asked Su Guangfu to bring these pressing stones. Not only were they The shape is regular and flat, and the surface is very smooth, the kind of smoothness that has been washed by river water for many years.
There is no fine sand or sharp edges on the surface of such a stone. It is very good whether it is used as a pressing stone or as a stone for cooking rice dumplings. At that time, Su Qingluan spent a lot of time to find a stone that suits his heart. It took a long time.
"I see that you have used this stone before. It said that cooking things will make them softer." Yang thought of the cold tripe before. It did taste strong, but it was not as chewy as usual, and half of her teeth were broken after one bite. a feeling of.
Su Qingluan nodded and said with a smile: "That's it. If you want the rice dumplings to be soft, chewy and elastic, you still have to put in some effort." After thinking about it, she said again, "By the way, grandma, daddy tonight Go to your brother’s house, and you can take your sister to my place to sleep?”
"Why do we need to move rooms?" Ms. Yang didn't know why. "And when we went to your place, you couldn't sleep on the floor wherever you wanted, right?"
"I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep today. I have to look at the fire all night long."
Su Qingluan carefully filled the pot with water until the water surface covered the stones, then closed the lid. The other pot was cooked in the same way, and then Su Qingluan added some firewood to the two furnaces, then patted the pot ashes on his hands: "Mom, let's go eat!"
