"I want to eat lean meat!" Mo Ziyuan pursed her lips and looked at Song Nanzhi and said coquettishly. Fat meat is rich in oil and water, but lean meat is richer in protein. For their health, and also to prevent herself from growing into a chubby girl, eat it. This habit and perception of fat must be corrected slowly.
Song Nanzhi looked at her little granddaughter, her heart softening into a puddle, "Okay, okay, give me the lean meat to eat." Although she felt that the lean meat had no oil, water, and taste, her granddaughter didn't like to eat it, and she didn't like it either. I can only rely on her. After saying that, he turned around to get the leaner and less fat meat he bought.
After Song Nanzhi turned around to get the meat from the cabinet, Mo Ziyuan took Mo Li to the back yard, "Let's go wash some red sweet potatoes. Brother Qingyuan, help us fetch water."
Murong Qingyuan responded: "Okay."
Song Nanzhi took out the marinated meat from the cabinet and watched the three of them walking towards the yard. Even though he knew they would be careful, he still couldn't help but tell them, "Be careful!"
Murong Qingyuan responded: "Don't worry, grandma, I will watch over them."
Song Nanzhi put the meat on the chopping board and asked, "Wanwan, how do you want to cook this meat?"
Mo Ziyuan took the red sweet potato she picked up from under the eaves and ran back into the house. She looked at the meat on the chopping board. It was estimated to be a pound, which was not too much. She just finished it all at once and replied: "Chop into minced meat.".z.br>
When Song Nanzhi heard about mincing the meat, he thought he was making meatballs, "Want to eat meatballs?" The meatballs can't be all fat. Looking at the meat in his hand, half fat and half lean is suitable for making meat. Yuanzi to eat.
Mo Ziwan shook her head and said: "It's not meatballs, it's another delicious one. Grandma first chop the meat into minced meat and then make other things." After that, she ran to the backyard and put the red sweet potato in her hand. He put it in the wooden basin next to the well. After putting it down, he ran to get several more.
Li Qiye washed the red potatoes in the basin, and while washing, he watched Mo Ziyuan bring several more over, and reminded: "Wanwan, that's enough! Even if we take so many red potatoes, we won't be able to finish them all!"
There are a lot of red potatoes, but not a lot of starch is filtered out. Even if there is a lot of filtered out, you can't use it up this time. You can keep it in the sun and eat it slowly without spoiling, and add some when frying the shredded pork. The meat is tender, smooth and refreshing, "not too much."
After washing about twenty red potatoes, Song Nanzhi was still chopping the meat. Mo Ziyuan looked at the meat on the chopping board and estimated that it would take a while before it was ready, so she said, "I'll go to my mother's house and borrow a knife to cut it." Red sweet potato."
After Mo Ziwan finished speaking, she ran out of the kitchen door without waiting for Song Nanzhi to say anything. She rushed to the Han family yard and shouted, "Godmother!"
As soon as Mo Ziwan finished shouting, Han Chunlin ran out, "Sister Wanwan!"
"Brother Chunlin, my grandma is making delicious food. I will bring it to you when it is ready."
"What delicious food are you cooking?" Han Chunlin immediately became interested when he heard that there was something delicious again.
"Keep it a secret. You'll know when you eat it." Mo Ziyuan said mysteriously. In fact, she hadn't figured out how to name it yet.
"Is your godmother in the kitchen?" Mo Ziwan asked again.
"Sister, sister!" Han Qiulu ran out staggeringly.
When Mo Ziwan saw Han Qiulu swaying, she ran over and pulled her, "Lulu, do you miss your sister?"
"I want to!" Han Qiulu replied, holding Mo Ziwan in her arms.
Mo Ziwan stretched out her hand and gently stroked the top of Han Qiulu's hair. At this time, she could understand why those adults always like to touch the tops of the children's heads. This trick is indeed very useful. "Wanwan, be good, sister, do your best." I’ll give you something to eat.”
Han Qiu showed two small rabbit teeth and said, "Eat, it's delicious!"
Yu Silian came out wearing an apron and looked at Mo Ziwan, who looked like a little adult. She said with a smile on her face: "What delicious food did you cook again?"
Mo Ziwan looked at Yu Silian. After Han Chunlin asked, Mo Ziwan quickly turned her head around and then said, "Godmother, we are making meatloaf!" Anyway, they mentioned burgers and sandwiches. Pancakes, luncheon meat can also be called meatloaf.
After saying this, I felt that the name Meatloaf was a bit unpleasant, but it was actually very appropriate. After mincing the meat into puree and then spreading it into pieces, it became Meatloaf!
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Silian approached and tapped Mo Ziwan's forehead, and said with a smile: "Return the meat pie! I think you want to eat yourself into a fat pie!"
Mo Ziwan shouted in disbelief: "No, I don't want to be a fat cake, I am a little fairy! My sister and I are both fairies!" When the words came out, Mo Ziwan was ashamed of the "innocence" she pretended to be!
"Okay, okay, you are not a fat cake, you are a little fairy." Yu Silian reached out and touched Mo Ziwan's head, saying lovingly.
After joking for a while, Mo Ziwan finally got down to business and asked, "Godmother, do you still need a kitchen knife? Grandma is chopping meat, and we still have a lot of red potatoes to cut. I'll borrow a kitchen knife to cut the red potatoes."
Yu Silian said, "No, I'll get it for you." After saying that, she turned around and walked into the kitchen. When she came out, she already had a bright kitchen knife in her hand, "Come on, I'll bring it to you!" "
Mo Ziwan reached out and said, "I can take it!"
How could Yu Silian let a little kid like her hold a knife and say, "Let me go see what delicious food you guys make?"
Mo Ziwan immediately responded: "Okay." After saying that, she took Yu Silian's hand.
Yu Silian also took Mo Ziwan's little hand in her palm and said to Han Chunlin: "Take care of my sister. I'll be back as soon as I go."
Han Chunlin responded: "Okay."
After Yu Silian arrived at the Mo family kitchen, she said a few words to Song Nanzhi and then turned back. Song Nanzhi said: "Qingyuan, you cut slowly with the knife. Don't let the two sisters hold the knife."
"Okay." Murong Qingyuan took the kitchen knife in his hand and then turned to look at Mo Ziwan, "How should I cut this?"
If you want to cut it into pieces, you can cut it as you like. "Cut it as you like. Cut it into small pieces first, and then grind the small pieces into pieces later."
"What's the use of grinding it to dregs?" Song Nanzhi asked.
"Grandma, I need the starch in the red potato." Mo Ziyuan replied.
"Fan? What kind of fan?" Song Nanzhi didn't understand what her little granddaughter meant at all.
Mo Ziyuan then explained: "Grandma, don't we usually see white pulp coming out after cutting the red potatoes?"
Song Nanzhi nodded, "There is white liquid coming out."
"This white pulp is starch." After speaking, he turned to Murong Qingyuan and said, "Brother Qingyuan, cut a few pieces first."
Murong Qingyuan took the kitchen knife and slowly cut into the red potato. Just as Mo Ziyuan said, he cut a few pieces casually and asked, "Is this okay?"
Mo Ziyuan nodded, then reached out and put the red sweet potato cut into small pieces into the bowl, then took a ladle and scooped out half a bowl of water and poured it into the bowl. She paused slightly while holding the bowl and then took out the red sweet potato from the bowl. , and then put the water aside. "You can see the starch in the bowl after a while, but if you want more starch, you have to grind the red potato cubes into dregs."
During a cup of tea, after Mo Ziyuan poured out the water in the bowl, everyone saw that the bottom of the bowl was covered with a white layer. She pointed to the bottom of the bowl and said, "This is starch. When fried in the meat, it can make it taste better." The meat is tender and delicious.”
"How did you know?" Murong Qingyuan asked. After finishing his words, Song Nanzhi also looked at Mo Ziwan.
"I dreamed about it." Mo Ziwan replied seriously.
Murong Qingyuan couldn't believe that what he heard was actually a dream. Song Nanzhi also looked incredulous, "How can a dream be taken seriously?"
Murong Qingyuan also said: "Why didn't you say earlier that you knew about it in a dream?"
Mo Ziyuan looked confident, "You didn't ask me earlier."
"Wan Wan, everything in the dream is all fake, we can't believe it!" Song Nanzhi said.
Mo Ziyuan was puzzled, "It's not false, it's true. I also ate the vegetable pancake in my dream."
"Didn't you say that the vegetable pancake was something you saw in a book?" Song Nanzhi said.
"I saw what I saw while reading in my dream, what I saw with the minced meat, and I saw a lot more. When the meatloaf is ready, how about we make other ones?" Mo Ziyuan looked at Song Nanzhi.
Song Nanzhi wanted to explain to Mo Ziyuan that the dream was false, but before he could say anything, Murong Qingyuan said: "If you don't do it well this time, it means you can't believe the dream, and you can't do whatever you dream about in the future.
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Mo Ziyuan looked at Murong Qingyuan and blinked, as if wondering whether Murong Qingyuan's words were credible. Song Nanzhi was also afraid that she would make trouble in the kitchen to cook food again, so he followed her this time and followed Murong Qingyuan's instructions. Qingyuan finished his words by saying, "Your brother Qingyuan is right. Let's try it again. If we don't get it right this time, we won't be able to make noises about whatever we dream about in the future."
Anyway, she didn't think of doing anything else yet, so Mo Ziwan pretended to be obedient and responded: "Yes!" But this time she still had to promise, "This time you will do as I say."
Murong Qingyuan looked at Song Nanzhi, "Grandma, we have done this anyway, so we will do as Wanwan said so that she can know that dreams and reality are different."
Song Nanzhi always relied on Mo Ziwan in everything, but now with Murong Qingyuan's persuasion, he nodded and said: "Okay, anyway, my meat is almost ready."
Murong Qingyuan continued: "Then I will continue cutting, and after cutting, we will grind it." After speaking, he took the kitchen knife and cut two more pieces, and then said to Mo Ziyuan: "It's very noisy. Go to the front room and check on you." Cousin, let’s see if they are writing seriously.” Murong Qingyuan said.
Mo Ziyuan thought that she had nothing to do here, so she responded: "Okay, I'll go watch my brother write."
Mo Li said, "I'll boil water and cook rice."
After all, Murong Qingyuan had never done anything on the stove. Even though he was studying seriously and attentively, he only cut a few pieces after Song Nanzhi played with the minced meat. Song Nanzhi shook his wrist that was a little sore from chopping, "Go ahead. Rest, I'll cut it."
Murong Qingyuan didn't want to waste any more time and said, "Okay, I'll grind it." To grind the red potato into dregs, you must use a stone mill, which is easier to grind.
The three of them were busy until Li Qiye had made lunch. The starch hadn't been made yet, but looking at
