Grandma Meng felt a little distressed, but she didn't mind seeing that the family ate delicious food. As for having diarrhea after eating too much, none of them cared.
Only people in the city have delicate bodies and have to go to the hospital after eating unclean animals and plants. They are fine.
After the lunch break, Meng Hang came to see Su Qing to practice and study together. This was just a habit.
After studying until four o'clock in the afternoon, Su Qing saw that it was almost time. He couldn't always restrain the little fat man from studying, otherwise it would really ruin his brain and he had to balance work and rest.
"Meng Hang, let's go cook something delicious and you can light the fire."
Meng Hang didn't want to watch the test questions for a long time. He was doing the test questions every day in school, and he didn't let him go when he came home during the holidays.
If Qingqing hadn't always said, "The stupid bird flies first." He was already much worse than others. If he didn't work harder, how could he catch up with the progress? He would have gone on strike long ago.
Just when he couldn't hold on any longer, Qingqing said to cook some delicious food. Of course he didn't object, and he immediately said excitedly:
"Okay, okay, I didn't even take a few bites of the pig's trotters, elbows, and braised pork you made yesterday."
Su Qing knew that he still wanted to eat. He just said that he had stewed chicken for lunch.
"Then we'll have dinner at my house. We still have pig's trotters, so we can have two more bites."
"Really, that's great." Meng Hang felt like he had recovered something. He thought that the pig's trotters were hopeless, but he didn't expect that Qingqing still had some left.
"Okay, let's go to work. Let's make more candied haws and shredded yam. We will send them to Grandpa Yang tomorrow and take them back for Yang Wei and Yang Xue to taste."
Meng Hang said worriedly: "They can't eat it, what if something goes wrong?"
"Didn't I say, can I purify it? Besides, Grandpa Yang is still fine. Let's test it before eating."
Meng Hang asked with a suspicious look on his face: "When will you purify energy? Why don't I know? Don't lie to me that I was taught by a school teacher. That's just a way of sending people away."
Su Qing snorted coldly, "Humph! Others still need to give a reason, but I can just ignore you."
"You," Meng Hang was so angry that he stretched out his trembling orchid fingers.
"Let's go and get to work."
Su Qing walked into the warehouse and poured out a pot of hawthorn, a pot of chestnuts, and a few yams from the bag.
Clean all the chestnuts, and find all the sugar in the house. There is only half a bag of white sugar and a whole bag of brown sugar.
Put the chestnuts in the pot and cook them first, so they are easier to fry.
Boil the chestnuts until they are medium cooked, take them out and stir-fry them in a large pot. Su Qing said regretfully:
"The real sugar-fried chestnuts are to clean the sand, put it in a pot, stir-fry it, add sugar, and then throw the chestnuts into the sand and stir-fry. That's the real sugar-fried chestnuts. It's a waste of sugar. It's a waste." The business is okay, and the chestnuts are delicious simply fried."
Meng Hang was responsible for lighting the fire, smelling the fragrance, and nodded repeatedly when he heard Qing Qing's words,
"Meng Hang, please stir-fry. My wrist is weak. I have to keep stirring, otherwise it will explode due to uneven heating."
When Su Qing got tired, she would switch to Meng Hang. After all, he was taller and more convenient than her.
Under Meng Hang's constant stir-frying, the chestnut shells gradually dried out. After removing the moisture, they were fully cooked and the firewood could be removed.
Su Qing picked out a few and tasted them first, then peeled off the skin to reveal the steaming yellow chestnut flesh.
Meng Hang blew it twice and couldn't wait to eat it. It was pink and glutinous, sweet and delicious.
His mouth was burned and hissed twice, but he was reluctant to spit it out, "Qingqing, the chestnuts are ripe and ready to be taken out of the pot."
Su Qing ate slowly. He peeled off the skin and let it cool a little before eating it. Well, it tasted better than chestnuts on earth, and it also contained a little spiritual energy.
After taking off the fire, Su Qing took out the chestnuts and put them aside while Meng Hang cleaned the pot.
She peeled the yam skin, cut it into pieces, put water in the pot, and boiled it for a while. It was supposed to be fried, but Su Qing didn't dare to use all the oil in the house, otherwise grandma would be dizzy when she came back, so she could only boil it first. .
Seeing that there is only one bag of brown sugar and half a bag of white sugar, I feel a little regretful that I didn’t buy a few more bags of sugar yesterday.
Put a little water in the pot and pour in half a bag of sugar.
Meng Hang opened his mouth in surprise, "Why did Qingqing put so much sugar?"
"Well, I'm going to finish making the candied yam and candied haws. We can't waste it. Pay attention to the low heat, otherwise the sugar will burn."
Su Qing quickly stirred the sugar water in the pot with a shovel. After the white sugar melted, as the water evaporated, the sugar water began to bubble large and small rich bubbles. There were more and more bubbles in the sugar water, becoming more viscous and turning brown in color.
It is estimated that the sugar juice is ready. Pour in the yam and stir quickly so that each piece is evenly coated with sugar juice.
"Get rid of the fire." The fire was not burning, so Meng Hang smothered the burning wood in the ashes and the fire went out.
Su Qing took out the yam evenly coated in sugar and placed it on the table. Meng Hang looked at the crystal yam pieces and said,
"Is this carrot yam?"
Su Qing took a bowl of cold water and picked up a piece of yam with chopsticks. As expected, the sugar on the outside of the yam pulled out long filaments, dipped it in the cold water, and then ate it in his mouth.
Su Qing nodded. The taste was okay, but a little lacking. It would be best if it was over-fried.
Meng Hang also followed her method, took a bite, and immediately shouted:
"It's so delicious. Why does Qingqing need to dip it in cold water? Can't he just eat it?"
Su Qing took two more bites before saying:
“The yam just out of the pot is very hot. If you eat it directly, your mouth will be so hot that it will be soaked. Put it in water to cool down and make the sugar wrapped in it crispy, making it more delicious.
Okay, let’s continue to make the candied haws on the fire. Unfortunately, we didn’t prepare bamboo skewers or rock sugar. The effect of brown sugar is far inferior. Even if it is wrapped in sugar like this, it will definitely be delicious.”
Meng Hang continued to light the fire and poured a whole bag of sugar into the pot according to the previous steps to make a large bowl of snowball hawthorn. This sugar may not be enough. Unfortunately, it is not white sugar. The result is not like snowball, even if it is not authentic. , the taste is sour and sweet.
Meng Hang babbled, "Snowball Hawthorn, the name is quite elegant, isn't it just the hawthorn wrapped in sugar, wasting a whole bag of sugar, wouldn't it be delicious?"
After saying that, I took out a brown sugar hawthorn from the basin and put it in my mouth. After I finished eating, I picked up another one. The more I ate, the more delicious this thing became. It was so appetizing.
Su Qing looked at the sugar residue in the pot and saw that it was all stuck to the pot. What should she do?
"What are you thinking about? Do you regret wasting so much sugar? You can't get it out! Qingqing, what you made is delicious, but it takes too much. You don't know how to put some water in the pot, boil it, and cook it. Just drink sugar water, that won’t solve the problem, hey, it’s true, I don’t know how to live my life at all.”
Meng Hang started to get on top of Grandma Meng and scolded Su Qing.
Su Qing thought about it. Everyone in the village lived a meticulous life and tried not to waste a grain of food. Only he had a different concept and never thought of this.
Sure enough, Meng Hang's method was better. They poured out a large basin of brown sugar water. This time there was no waste at all, and Meng Hang could drink it all by himself. You know, many people will use sugar water to entertain distinguished guests.
I used up all the candy, hoping grandma wouldn’t make a fuss when she comes back.
Zhu Xiuyun came back from working in the planting field. There were several tomatoes in the basket in her hand, which were used to make tomato noodles.
I found the two children in the kitchen and asked strangely:
"Whatever you did, it tastes like sugar."
"Grandma, everything I cook is here, do you taste it?"
Zhu Xiuyun glanced at the three pots on the table and thought that all the candy at home must have been wasted. She took a sip and said:
"You two go to the main room to eat. I'm going to make dinner."
"Grandma cooked more. Meng Hang also ate at our house. She cut up the two pig trotters. Neither of us could eat them yesterday."
"I know, you can go out,"
Meng Hang wanted to help light the fire, but Zhu Xiuyun refused. He just wanted to cook noodles. She was used to cooking by herself, so the crowd would get in the way.
