He was scolding, but he walked into the house without any delay. When he entered the house, he pulled Du Chunxia up and said, "What are you doing? Get up!"
"Sister-in-law!" Du Chunxia wanted to say thank you again, but no thank you could replace the gratitude in her heart. But even if I don’t say it, I feel guilty, “Sister-in-law, I don’t know how to thank you and Brother Youdi. I don’t have much ability. I can only work in the fields. In the future, my sister-in-law and Brother Youdi have something to be busy with. Feel free to greet me."
"Okay, I'm going to be overwhelmed. I'll definitely call you to help. You sit down first, and we can talk properly." He Guixiang pulled Du Chunxia to sit down again, and then looked at Li Youdi, "I see you, the village chief After only a few years, I have become a lot more courageous. You dare to lie about this kind of thing. The whole village has been deceived by you. If Chunxia hadn't come, you would have kept hiding it from me. If you were exposed in the future, Now that people know it, what should you do?"
Although He Guixiang pitied Du Chunxia, she still complained about Li Youdi's actions. Now Mrs. Feng blamed him for the divorce between Dagang's parents. What's more to blame is that he will have a hundred mouths in his family, and he won't be able to explain clearly.
"Only the three of us know about this matter. You should keep your mouths shut and don't let it out." After Li Youdi told the matter, he felt a little more relaxed.
Du Chunxia hurriedly expressed her position, "I know, I will definitely not say anything nonsense, even if I don't say anything to Dagang Dad, I will treat it as if we are really divorced. Brother Youdi is helping me like this. If I don't know better, I’m just worse than a beast.”
After coming out of Li Youdi's house, Du Chunxia was in a better mood. The next day, she brought the rice cakes she made to the Han family to express her gratitude.
Du Chunxia made rice cakes to express her gratitude, and Mo Ziyuan and Song Nanzhi were also busy sending their own meals to the Han family.
After breakfast, Mo Ziwan took her grandma into the kitchen, saying she wanted to try out what else she could eat with red potato starch.
After entering the kitchen, Song Nanzhi followed Mo Ziyuan's instructions and mixed the red potato starch with water and mixed it thoroughly, preparing to cook it later.
Song Nanzhi was mixing red sweet potato starch, while Mo Tingyu was boiling water in the stove, waiting for the red sweet potato starch to be put into the pot.
Mo Ziyuan was accompanying the two of them in the kitchen, talking to them, "Grandma, when we figure out a new way to eat red potato starch, we can sell it for money again."
"It would be great if I could actually make it." Song Nanzhi's face lit up with joy at the thought of having more food to eat and making money, but he just didn't know if he could make it.
Mo Ziwan smiled and replied, "I can definitely do it."
"Yes, we can make it if Wanwan says we can make it." Song Nanzhi replied following her words, but not entirely in response to her words. Haven't we made luncheon meat and roast duck?
"The water is boiling." Mo Tingyu, who was lighting the fire in the kitchen, stood up and shouted to the old woman.
"Here it comes." Song Nanzhi came to the stove with the prepared red sweet potato starch.
"Wanwan, I fell down." Song Nanzhi confirmed again that she always listens to her granddaughter in whatever she does.
"Well, grandma pour it slowly, be careful of burning your hands." Mo Ziwan replied.
"Why has this changed color? Is it still slimy?" Song Nanzhi looked at the red sweet potato starch poured into the pot and suddenly changed its appearance, "It's the same as the vegetable soup last time, it has become transparent."
For this jelly, Mo Ziyuan was thinking a lot about it. After much deliberation, she suddenly came up with the idea of pouring the unused red potato starch powder that was used to mix the shredded pork into the vegetable soup that was about to be boiled. She said she wanted to try it. Test to see if it makes the dish more tender.
The last pot of clear soup naturally turned into a sticky soup. Of course, this pot of soup also ended up in everyone's stomach, and they still felt delicious.
Taking advantage of this unexpected opportunity, which was actually found by herself, Mo Ziyuan roped in Song Nanzhi and started to create a new way to eat red potato starch.
After Song Nanzhi's words, Mo Ziyuan approached him curiously, "It's really changed!"
"No wonder you can't see the white red sweet potato starch in the fried meat and luncheon meat. It turns out it has become transparent." Mo Ziyuan said, pretending to be suddenly enlightened.
"Grandma, stir it with your chopsticks, so that the ones that are poured in first and the ones that are poured in behind cannot be cooked together." In fact, the red sweet potato starch that has been poured into the water is mixed with the water in the pot more evenly.
Even blending.
After hearing this, Song Nanzhi immediately took the chopsticks and put them into the pot to stir.
Mo Ziyuan raised her toes and couldn't see what the jelly in the pot looked like. Yes, what she was going to make today was red sweet potato jelly.
In the first pot, not much red potato starch was put in, and the result was a bit like rice soup.
Song Nanzhi scooped out the red sweet potato starch soup, which was like rice soup, and put it on the chopping board to dry. He was going to add some vegetable leaves to it later and cook it into soup just like last time. It couldn't be wasted.
In the second pot, there was a little more red potato starch than in the first pot. Not only was it very sticky, but it was also very dry. Song Nanzhi looked at the sticky red potato starch in the pot and said, "Wanwan, how do you eat this sticky food?" ?」
Mo Ziwan stretched her head and looked into the pot, "Grandma, it's better to scoop it out and put it in a basin. We will compare it later to see which pot tastes better."
It was Mo Ziwan's idea to make one pot thin and one pot dry. Only after comparison did he know what he could make, so that the jelly would not appear obtrusive.
After drying for more than half an hour, the thinner ones were slightly better than before. Looking at the dry red potato starch again, the sticky red potato starch became firm and firm, and it still felt elastic to the touch. Song Nanzhi asked in surprise: "Wanwan, why did this happen?"
Mo Ziyuan also thought about her explanation: "It must be because the red potato starch is sticky. It can stick to the minced meat. A pot full of red potato starch will definitely stick together."
Otherwise, it cannot be explained that this is because starch begins to gelatinize when exposed to heat, and then turns into a viscous colloidal solution.
"Grandma, cut a piece for me and let me try what it tastes like?"
Song Nanzhi was a little worried, "Can I still eat this?"
"Why can't we eat it? Isn't it included in the lunch meat and fried meat we eat?"
Song Nanzhi thought so, but she still didn't cut it for Mo Ziwan to eat. She cut a piece first and put it in her mouth.
After eating for a while, I felt it was nothing, so I fed Mo Ziwan a small piece.
Mo Ziwan ate the braised jelly that had no taste in her mouth, "It has no taste, it doesn't taste good."
After he finished speaking, he continued: "Grandma, it will definitely taste good after mixing it. You can cut it into a bowl and mix it to try."
"What to do?"
Song Nanzhi asked habitually.
"Toss it like a cold dish and eat it."
After Mo Ziwan answered, Mo Tingyu had something to say, "You said that you have been cooking for most of your life, and you still ask how to mix it? Isn't this obvious? Why do you need to ask!"
Song Nanzhi retorted: "Why don't you come if you know how?"
"Am I lighting a fire?"
Mo Ziyuan watched the two arguing with a smile, and waited until Song Nanzhi had mixed it before interrupting: "Milk, try it again."
Song Nanzhi looked at her anxiously: "It's definitely delicious when mixed with oil, salt, and salt." He picked up a piece of jelly mixed with oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar with his chopsticks and fed it to Mo Ziwan's mouth.
Mo Ziwan opened her mouth and ate it, then praised: "It's delicious."
To say how delicious it is, it’s certainly not that delicious! Mo Ziyuan doesn't like eating jelly very much, and the seasoning is incomplete, so the taste is naturally not much better!
However, there is no jelly here. It is still eaten fresh. When it is sold later, the seasonings will be mixed more thoroughly, and the taste will be better.
The jelly has been tested, but we still have to work harder, and the next step is the vermicelli.
After tasting the jelly, Mo Ziwan continued: "Grandma, let's try to see if the red sweet potato starch can be made into noodles."
In order to make eating noodles simple, instead of having to spend time and effort mixing, rolling, and cutting noodles every time you want to eat them, all the processes are done in advance, and more noodles are mixed at once. After making noodles, Dry and store it in the sun. When you want to eat it, it will be faster to just boil the water in the pot.
Song Nanzhi looked at the red sweet potato starch that had not yet finished cooking in the pot, "How to make this? It leaks when you hold it in your hand. There is no way to roll it into pieces and cut it into strips like noodles."
"Grandma, first pour a little bit into the pot and see if it sticks together." Mo Ziyuan thought for a moment and then said. .
"Then I'll boil another pot of water." Then Mo Tingyu walked over again
Prepare a fire under the stove.
Mo Tingyu boiled water again, while Song Nanzhi continued to mix her jelly, preparing to send a bowl to Han's house later.
There was not much water in the pot, but it boiled after a while. Mo Tingyu shouted again: "The water is boiling!"
Then Song Nanzhi turned to the stove with the prepared bowl of red potato starch noodles. At this time, Mo Tingyu stood up and said, "Invert the bowl at an angle and pour it into a line. If it still sticks to the pot, won't it be like this?" It’s noodles.”
Mo Ziyuan gave her grandfather a big thumbs up in her heart, the wisdom of the working people!
Song Nanzhi said angrily: "If you tell me, it's not like I don't know, so you can make your own fire."
"You know, why do you still ask me if you know?"
According to Mo Tingyu, Song Nanzhi tilted the mouth of the bowl a little, and then the powder in the bowl flowed into the pot like a line, but the line was much thicker.
Seeing the noodles entering the pot, Mo Ziwan couldn't wait to ask: "Grandma, let's see if it's in strips first?"
"You're so impatient!" Song Nanzhi said angrily, "You just got into the pot, why don't you wait a while."
Mo Ziyuan pursed her lips, "I can't see it!"
This sentence made the two elders laugh again. Mo Tingyu immediately stood up and picked up his granddaughter, "Grandpa, pick him up and watch."
Mo Ziwan hugged her grandfather's cheek and kissed her, "Grandpa is so kind."
Song Nazhi pretended to be jealous, "Grandpa is good, but grandma is bad?"
"Grandma, too!"
If grandma hadn't been holding a bowl in her hand, Mo Ziwan would have put her arms around her grandma's neck and kissed her. Then she looked into the pot. Although the light in the room was a bit poor and the vermicelli became transparent after entering the pot, Mo Ziwan could still see clearly. Who made the vermicelli in the pot too thick?
"Grandma, it's all in strips." Mo Ziyuan shouted excitedly.
"No, it's really in strips." Song Nanzhi also grinned happily.
"It would be nice if it were thinner." Then Mo Ziwan raised the issue, "Grandpa, is there any way to leak out many thin strips at the same time?"
"This is not easy, just find a gourd and poke some little eyes."
Therefore, Mo Tingyu had another task, which was to find a gourd to punch holes in.
There was no rush to find Big Eye now. Song Nanzhi held the bowl and poured the remaining red sweet potato starch into the pot. When he started the pot, there was still a bowl, "Grandma, the white version doesn't taste good, it still looks like noodles." Let’s try mixing it up and eating it.”
"Okay, I'll mix it up for you. Eat less. You'll have to eat later."
Although she was nostalgic for the taste of the hot and sour noodles in her previous life, the bowl of noodles in front of her was almost as thick as her little finger. Mo Ziyuan didn't have much appetite, so she responded obediently: "Well, I'll only eat a little."
After tasting a little of the jelly and vermicelli, he prepared to send the prepared jelly to the Han family, "Wanwan, let your godmother and the others mix it and eat it by themselves!"
"Your godmother knows how to cook. She makes it more delicious."
Mo Ziwan said that grandma's mixing was delicious, but then there was a but, "But godfather and godmother have different tastes from us, so we can let godmother mix it herself!"
After her words, Song Nanzhi's hand immediately went to Mo Ziwan's head, poked it and said, "Just say that your milk is not as delicious as your godmother's. You have to find some excuse."
Mo Ziyuan hugged her breast and rubbed it, firmly refusing to admit what she was thinking, and said, "Grandma just makes it delicious."
Song Nanzhi looked at his granddaughter who was hanging by his legs like a kitten. He was amused by her and laughed all over his face. He was in a good mood and continued to joke with her, saying: "Okay, I did a good job, I will go and do it for you right now." Mom, I'll mix a big bowl with them and send them over so they can taste what I mix."
Mo Ziwan nodded repeatedly, "Okay, I'll accompany grandma."
After all, they didn't bring the mixed jelly. Not only was it not mixed, it was just one big piece and not cut into small pieces.
How to mix? Cut into big or small? Let Yu Silian do it by herself.
"Godmother!" Mo Ziwan shouted as soon as she entered the Han family's courtyard. She found that she was becoming more and more accustomed to calling people loudly when entering the door.
It really is
Answer the call and yell!
