202. Scallion flower rolls

Style: Romance Author: Song of ThornsWords: 2229Update Time: 24/01/18 04:07:40
The green onions given by the uncle downstairs are really good.

The green onion tubes are fresh and tender, and they are local red-headed spring onions. The green onion heads are purple-red, and the white whiskers are still stained with a little dirt, which makes them 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 that my son is going to eat, I feel a little sad: the child is too sensible, knows that the family is not good, and never asks for expensive food.

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 bit punchy when you cut it.

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

Because of the hard life, 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 you buy yourself are 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 green onions burst out in the narrow kitchen, and the entire attic was filled with an unprecedented aroma!

The aroma is so unique and alluring. Compared with this taste, 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 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 shining 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 to buy food?

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

My wife, who was still angry just now, also curiously went to the window. 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..."

He touched his stomach. For some reason, he 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 and 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 moment: "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. Can you 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."

It means that the stomach is full but the mouth is not.

Coincidentally, Xiao Feng felt the same way.

However, it was late at night and stewed rice was not easy to digest, so she had no choice but to suppress the urge to cook another bowl.

Look at the time again: "Have you finished your homework? When you're done, get ready to rest."

The aroma of onions in the attic gradually dissipated, and several families downstairs all had extra meals tonight.

It's half past three in the morning.

Xiao Feng got up quietly, washed briefly, and then started to knead the dough, cut vegetables and mix the stuffing.

The noodles that have been made in advance are as fluffy as honeycomb, which is the best texture nowadays. In fact, Xiao Feng is not the best at making steamed buns and adjusting the fillings. But her facial hair is good, soft and fluffy, and she can always master the best taste.

Many people don't like to eat dough when eating steamed buns, but only hers buys them because of the dough that's soaked in vegetable juices.

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

At five o'clock, after he had wrapped all the buns, he looked at the remaining large ball of noodles and turned around to wash and chop the two kilograms of green onions from yesterday.

Mix the thirteen spices with salt and mix well with chopped green onion, pour hot oil on it, then apply it directly on the dough that has just been brushed with oil, roll it up, cut everything, and press it quickly...

In the quiet attic kitchen, the large-barrel range hood made a roaring sound.

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