The three of them were busy until Li Li made lunch. The starch had not been ground yet, but looking at the half-ground sweet potato cubes, it would take at least half an hour to finish grinding them.
After the meal, Li Linsong finally had the opportunity to participate in the activity of making delicious food, and join everyone to contribute to the delicious food Wan Wan said. Li Linsong pushed the stone mill with a cheerful expression, and beside him was Li Linsong who was running an empty circle. Murong Qingyuan stood aside, waiting for Li Linsong to push the stone mill twice before adding a spoonful of chopped red sweet potato pieces into it.
After pushing for more than a quarter of an hour, all the red potato pieces were finally ground into red potato dregs. After Li Linyu came to tell the news that the grinding was completed, Mo Ziyuan ran over with a piece of fine cotton cloth and looked at the scum and water. Big bowl, thinking about how such a big bowl can drain out a large bowl of red sweet potato starch, and said: "Brother Qingyuan, bring it into the kitchen and drain out the red sweet potato starch."
Murong Qingyuan nodded, "Okay, I'll take it in right now."
Mo Ziwan followed Murong Qingyuan's footsteps, as if every step she took was one step closer to success. But this is one step closer to success. Luncheon meat is simple, and with red sweet potato starch, it will definitely be no problem. Regardless of the luncheon meat, the red sweet potato starch alone can be sold for a lot of money.
Entering the kitchen, Mo Ziwan handed the fine cotton cloth in her hand to Song Nanzhi, "Grandma, I found it."
"Okay, go play!" Song Nanzhi took the muslin cloth and put it into the wooden basin in front of him. He poured water and washed the muslin cloth. After washing, he spread it in the dustpan, and then put the muslin cloth in the wooden basin. The water was poured into the ditch outside the yard.
When Mo Ziyuan was full of interest, she couldn't bear to leave, as if she couldn't do it without taking another look, "I'm staying with grandma."
Song Nanzhi didn't care about her and let her be his little tail. After returning to the house again, she placed the dustpan spread on the chopping board on the wooden basin, and then poured the red sweet potato into the dustpan as Mo Ziyuan said, while pouring a small amount of water into the ground red sweet potato powder under the dustpan. After carefully rinsing the wooden basin, Song Nanzhi, who was used to thrifting, was afraid that the red potato starch powder would not be rinsed completely, so he scooped up water and rinsed it again, and finally poured the red potato residue without the red potato starch powder into the wooden barrel aside. Waiting to feed the pigs at night. .z.br>
After waiting for almost two hours, waiting for all the red potato starch powder to settle to the bottom of the basin, I poured out the water on top. Finally, I poured the red potato starch powder into the fine cotton cloth that was folded once more, and waited for some of the water to drain away. . Looking at the red sweet potato noodles as white as snow, Song Nanzhi asked again: "Can this thing really make meat tender?"
Mo Ziwan nodded, "Yeah, it's delicious."
Song Nanzhi touched Mo Ziwan's forehead with his hand dipped in sweet potato starch, "It's delicious. Where did you go to eat it? I think you're crazy."
Mo Ziyuan laughed and said, "The food I ate in my dream is so delicious!"
Song Nanzhi smiled and said, "Okay, it's delicious." After saying "it's delicious," he said, "What are you doing now?"
"Put half a bowl of red sweet potato starch into the minced meat, then beat an egg, two spoons of soy sauce, some green onion and ginger water, and some salt and mix well." Mo Ziwan said, in order to prevent it from sticking to the bowl when steaming it in the future. After taking it out, Mo Ziwan added, "Brush some oil on the bowl later."
Song Nanzhi followed Mo Ziyuan's instructions one by one, and only after steaming them in the pot, said, "Isn't this just putting the meatballs in the pot to steam them?"
Mo Ziyuan grinned. They were really similar. They chopped the meat into minced meat, then added seasonings, boiled one in water, and steamed the other. But because the proportion of seasonings is different, the taste is very different. "But what we make is not round, but a big piece."
Song Nanzhi said with a smile: "Okay, then let's not call it Rouyuanzi, but call it Roubuzi!"
Mo Ziyuan was speechless. This name was really appropriate, just like the meat pie she said was appropriate! But for the sake of my own convenience, I started talking nonsense, "The meat doesn't sound good, so I call it lunch meat. It's what we eat at noon, so it's just right to call it lunch meat." When he said the name, he said it for himself. The absurdity is funny.
"Luncheon meat, thank you for thinking that, but now we have to wait until evening to eat it. I think it should be called dinner meat!" Song Nanzhi added a handful of firewood to the pot and started talking nonsense.
Mo Ziyuan turned her head and thought, and said seriously: "But it's not evening yet, so we should still call it luncheon meat."
How could Song Nanzhi, who was so obedient to her, care about this? It doesn't matter what it is called, but teasing is still inevitable: "" "Okay, let's call it luncheon meat. If anyone asks what kind of meat it is in the future, we'll just say It’s luncheon meat, I guarantee they won’t even know what kind of meat it is.”
Mo Ziwan was startled again by this sudden joke, but who was she? A four-year-old kid, not to mention thick-skinned, can be completely shameless. Then he happily shouted: "Okay, let them not know what kind of meat this is." To truly achieve this, as long as you don't Embarrassing, the only one who is embarrassed is others!
But now it was Song Nanzhi who was embarrassed. Song Nanzhi said angrily to Mo Ziwan: "Aren't you usually very smart? Why can't you even hear the good words now?"
Continuing to maintain his non-embarrassment, he clapped his hands and shouted with a smile: "Smart, smart! I am a smart little boy!"
After joking with Song Nanzhi, Mo Ziwan finally stopped staying in the kitchen and went back to the front yard to copy books.
But even if I went back to the front yard to copy books, I would still be doing two things: counting the time, waiting for the steam to be steamed, and after almost three quarters of an hour, I put down the pen I was writing in my hand and walked back to the kitchen, "Grandma, it's time." arrive."
Song Nanzhi stopped stuffing firewood into the stove hole and looked at her little granddaughter who was happily walking over. She felt that today she was as greedy as a little kid should be. He didn't feel that it was bad that she was not concentrating on copying books. , on the contrary, she was even happier with how she looked now, "Okay, I'll take it out and take a look."
Mo Ziyuan watched eagerly as Song Nanzhi took out the steamed luncheon meat from the pot. She finally wrapped the bowl in a dishwasher's towel and brought it out. As soon as it was placed on the chopping board, she let go of her hand and stood with her feet on the chopping board. The bowl is very good and well formed! As long as it's formed, it's more than half done, and then comes the flavor.
In order to make the luncheon meat cool faster, Song Nanzhi shook the handkerchief, and after dissipating the heat, he wrapped the luncheon meat in a bowl and poured it on the chopping board. When it was poured out, it still didn't spread out, and he flicked it. You can tell by looking at it that the stickiness is very good, and you are more certain of success.
Song Nanzhi looked at the people following him in a funny way, looking eagerly at his little tail. He took a knife and cut off a small piece, picked it up with his hand, brought it close to his mouth, blew on it, and then fed it to Mo Ziwan's mouth: "Little Greedy cat!"
Mo Ziwan got her wish and ate the luncheon meat. She felt the taste in her mouth carefully. It was not as good as some big brands sold in major supermarkets in the past, but it had a homely taste. She waited to make it a few more times in the future. Once she has enough experience, the taste will be certain. It would be better, and no one here has ever tasted it, so this home-cooked food should be considered delicious. He squinted his eyes and said, "It's delicious. Grandma should try it too. It tastes just like the one in my dream!"
Song Nanzhi is actually not worried about not being delicious. Nothing made from meat is not delicious, especially after thinking about it later. It is just like making meatballs, but this time it is steamed, so there is nothing wrong with meatballs. of? But now I looked at the cooked luncheon meat, flicking it one by one, and realized that this was different from the meatballs.
The meatballs cannot be made into such a big piece, and they will easily fall apart when the heat is too high when put in the pot, let alone such a big piece. I also cut a piece and put it in my mouth. Sure enough, what Wan Wan said was right. After adding red potato starch, it became more tender and smooth. It was not as spicy as the meatballs I had made before. Obviously, there were not many other seasonings. But the taste is different from meatballs, "Why does this taste different from meatballs?"
Mo Ziyuan really didn't know how to answer this question, so she just said: "This is not a meatball in the first place!" After answering, she felt that her answer was perfect. Different things will of course taste different.
Song Nanzhi laughed at himself for asking in vain. Wan Wan was right, it was not meatballs in the first place. Besides, even if it is the same dish, the taste will definitely be different if it is cooked differently.
While talking, Song Nanzhi cut six more pieces of meat, put them into a bowl, and handed them to Mo Ziyuan, "Take this for your father and brothers and sisters to taste the lunch meat you made!"
After Mo Ziyuan took the bowl, she walked to the front yard and brought it to Mo Tingyu first, "Grandpa, the luncheon meat is ready. It's delicious!"
Mo Tingyu laughed again when he heard this weird name, "Okay, Master
I also want to try the delicious food made by our Wan Wan Meng. "
After tasting the taste, Mo Tingyu smiled again, "This lunch meat is really delicious, much better than meatballs."
After Mo Ziyuan fed Mo Tingyu, she walked towards Mo Li who was closer to her, "Sister Mo Li, let's try it too." A thick piece was brought to Mo Li's mouth, and Mo Li opened his mouth and bit it. When the meat on the side entered his mouth, his eyes lit up, "It's delicious! It's delicious!"
Then came Li Linyu and Li Linsong, and finally Murong Qingyuan. After tasting it, Murong Qingyuan was obviously impressed by the taste in his mouth, "I'm afraid only our family can have such delicious food in Dafeng!"
In a rare moment of wisdom, Li Linsong said, "Of course, it's impossible for others to know what Wan Wan dreamed about!"
Murong Qingyuan glanced at him, and Li Linsong lowered his head and pretended to read a book. Unexpectedly, Murong Qingyuan said: "That's why we say it is only available in our family."
Li Linsong was speechless again, forget it, who asked him to study earlier than himself! Once you read more books, you will be able to outsmart him.
Compared with Li Linsong who occasionally struggled to say a few words to Murong Qingyuan, Li Linyu was much more pure. For example, now he just focused on wanting to eat, "I want more, I want more." Li Linyu shouted after eating.
Mo Ziyuan had already eaten several pieces while staying in the kitchen. In addition, in her previous life, this was not a rare thing that was difficult to eat. After hearing Li Linyu's cry, she took the remaining piece in the bowl and directly ate it. Put it to Li Linyu's mouth, "You must study well after eating, otherwise I won't cook delicious food for you in the future."
When there was food, Li Linyu listened to whatever was said. No matter what others said, he just agreed, "Well, I will study hard."
Seeing how everyone liked it, Mo Ziwan thought that if she set up a small stall in the county town, someone would come to buy it. She turned back to the kitchen with confidence and watched Song Nanzhi cut another plate. This plate was more than just a few. A plate full of pieces, "Let's go, bring a plate to your godmother, and return the knife by the way."
Mo Ziwan nodded, "Yes, grandma and I will go find my godmother."
When they arrived at Han's house, no one had arrived yet. Yu Silian came out and saw that Song Nanzhi had also arrived. She greeted, "Auntie is here." Looking at the plate she was holding, she laughed again, "What Auntie is serving is... Wanwan said the meatloaf!"
Song Nanzhi didn’t know the name of meatloaf yet, “Why is it called meatloaf again? Isn’t it called luncheon meat?”
Yu Silian took the kitchen knife first. After hearing the name, she burst into laughter, "Why do you call it such a name again?"
Song Nanzhi couldn't help but laugh, "The meat cooked at noon is called lunch meat!"
Just as Song Nanzhi thought, Yu Silian smiled and said, "Then the food cooked tonight can't be called dinner meat?"
Mo Ziyuan was so embarrassed when the two of them laughed at her. She walked to Yu Silian and hugged her other hand and started acting coquettishly, "My godmother is laughing at me. My godmother is bad."
Yu Silian stopped laughing and said, "Okay, okay, I won't laugh." Then she said again: "Luncheon meat, luncheon meat, don't laugh, don't laugh." She said she wasn't smiling, but the smile on her lips was Not less at all.
After Yu Silian tasted a piece of luncheon meat, she finally stopped laughing, "Our luncheon meat is even more delicious than the delicacies in those restaurants."
