Girlfriend's Fortune

Chapter 36 No.30 Chapter [-]: Cooking Zongzi

When Zichu arrived, the subconscious biological clock that Song Qiu set for herself woke her up automatically, thinking about the important matter of making money, Song Qiu turned over and got up without any hesitation almost as soon as he opened his eyes.

Put on clothes and shoes, get off the bed, open the door to go out, push the door to enter the stove room, sit in front of the stove hole and light the fire, all in one go.

Just as she lit the fire here, the old Yuan Shi outside also got dressed and came in.

"I'll light the fire, you just cook it."

Old Yuan Shi took over the job of lighting the fire, and Song Qiu let it out, mixed more than half of the pot of water into the cauldron, and put the big rice dumplings wrapped yesterday into the pot with cold water first.

Then cover it with a bamboo raft and let it cook on high heat until the pot boils. After Song Qiu turned it over with a large spatula, he asked old Yuan to stop the fire and keep cooking on low heat.

In the dead of night, at this point, at the foot of Songshan Mountain, there is no human voice, only the sound of insects and frogs.

Tonight's moon is very round and there are many stars. Tomorrow must be another sunny day.

Song Qiu was sitting at the door of the kitchen, looking at the stars and the moon in the sky, while chatting with old Yuan Shi.

I went to bed early in the afternoon, but I didn't feel sleepy when I woke up at this point.

Having said that, the time is not difficult.

The hot air in the pot scrambled out of the bamboo cover, exuding a pleasant bamboo fragrance.

Old Yuan Shi took a deep breath and couldn't help laughing: "This rice dumpling smells really delicious when cooked."

Song Qiu lifted the bamboo stand again to turn over the rice dumplings in the pot, the boiling water kept surging and bubbling.

After a while, Song Qiu reckoned that it was almost done, and it was already an ugly moment. This pot of rice dumplings had been boiled for an hour, and the glutinous rice was soaked overnight, so it should be almost done. If it is rotten, it also affects the taste.

Song Qiu took all the zongzi out of the pot and put them in the big wooden basin, and put the water for cooking the zongzi into the wooden basin together.

Then I washed the pot, filled it with cold water again, put about twenty bunches of rice dumplings into the pot, covered them with bamboo rafts, and continued to cook.

Small rice dumplings are much smaller, so naturally they don’t need to be cooked for as long as big rice dumplings.

So, before Yin's time came, Song Qiu quickly fished out all the cooked rice dumplings and put them in a wooden bucket.

On the other side, I took out the big rice dumplings that had been soaking in the big wooden basin just now and put them in another big wooden bucket. They were soaked in hot water all the time, so the rice dumplings were still hot.

After the two wooden barrels were installed, Song Qiu took a ladle of the boiling water in the pot into each bucket, so that with the hot water against it, it should still be warm when the sale starts in the town.

After all this was done, the house and courtyard were locked, and the old Yuan took Song Qiu down the gentle slope with the burden.

Wu Jin was already waiting there, and it was agreed yesterday that he would charter a car, so there was no one else on the bullock cart at the moment.

Seeing the grandparents and grandchildren coming, Wu Jin hurriedly called his aunt, and helped to take up the burden and move the wooden barrels onto the bullock cart.

The wooden barrels were covered with lids, and under the darkness of night, he couldn't see what was inside, he just felt comfortable, and the fragrance from the hair there made him take a deep breath.

"Auntie, what is this? It smells so good!" He couldn't help but say.

The old Yuan looked at Song Qiu, and Song Qiu didn't hesitate, he lifted the bucket and took out a rice dumpling from it, and handed it to Wu Jin, "This is the food we are going to sell in the town today. , Uncle Wujin, try it!"

"Don't, don't, I won't taste it. What about you who sell money? It's important to sell it for money." When he heard that he was going to sell food for money, Wu Jin hurriedly backed away and got on the driver's car Location.

Old Yuan took the zongzi and stuffed them into Wu Jin's arms, "Why are you being polite to Auntie, eat! This is a new food for us, you just help to taste it, whether it is good or not, and whether it can be sold."

Wu Jin couldn't refuse, and after listening to the helper talk about whether it tastes good or not, he had to accept it with a smile.

The night was too dark, even if there was a faint moonlight, it was only enough for him to see a sharp-edged object in his hand, if there was more, he would not be able to see clearly.

He tossed and turned for a while, but didn't understand how to eat such a lump, just bite it?It doesn't look right, it's not something you can eat outside, so you can't help but scratch your head, "Auntie, how can you eat this?"

The old Yuan Shi was also stopped by the question, and looked at Song Qiu quickly, "Yes, Ah Qiu, how do you eat this?"

Song Qiuzheng turned around and took one, intending to share it with her milk, to taste the taste, but also to pad his stomach.

Hearing this, I couldn't help laughing, "Hey, I forgot about this."

With that said, he hurriedly untied the zongzi in his hand and peeled off the rope bit by bit, revealing the zongzi with mung beans inside.

"Here, it's peeled like this, Wu Jin understands it?"

This is not difficult, Wu Jin immediately peeled the rice dumplings accordingly.

Peeling off the rice dumpling leaves, the fragrance was even stronger. Wu Jin was really hungry, so he took a bite and his eyes widened, "It's delicious! This glutinous rice, could it be made of glutinous rice?"

Song Qiu also wrapped a zongzi with zongzi leaves and divided a zongzi into two, and handed half to old Yuan Shi, who took a bite, nodding uncontrollably at the sticky, soft and glutinous taste. Wu Jin also called it delicious, and she immediately smiled, "It's delicious, it's made of glutinous rice!"

"Glutinous rice is precious. Auntie, why do you think of using glutinous rice to make this food? And what is this shell in this bag? It smells strange, not to mention, this thing is really delicious."

As Wu Jin said, he finished a big zongzi in a few mouthfuls, and he was still a little bit unsatisfied. Of course, he knew that they were selling for money, and one was enough, so he didn't show any expression of wanting to eat.

Instead, he smashed his mouth and couldn't help but said: "What is this food called? How do you sell it?"

Thinking of the daughter-in-law and children at home, Wu Wujin wanted them to have a taste of this too.

The old Yuan didn't think too much, only hearing the praise of the first person to eat the zongzi, he was very happy, "It's called zongzi! Like this one, we plan to sell it for three pennies."

Three pennies!

Wu Wujin was startled, but when he thought about the glutinous rice used, it was such a big one, and how it was made, it was not easy to look at, and three pennies was not too expensive.

If you buy three, you will have to pay nine cents.

Friday Jin secretly thought, buy more goods today, and buy them when you make money!
He thought in his heart that he would eat three Wen for this meal, so when the old Yuan family in Zhenkou gave the car fare, he would not accept ten Wen for anything, and only seven Wen would be enough.

Old Yuan couldn't help him, but she didn't want him to suffer. After all, she was happy to give him this rice dumpling, so she said, "Ten Wen is ten Wen. How can we change it? Otherwise, five catties and you will be fine." Sending us to the entrance of the market will save us a short walk, the same."

As soon as Wu Jin heard this, he took ten Wen coins and drove the ox cart to the direction of the market, sending people to the entrance of the market, and let Song Qiu look at the ox cart for a while, waiting for Lao Yuan Mrs. Yuan paid the booth fee and helped to carry the burden into the market and placed it on the booth that Mr. Yuan was optimistic about.

Then came back to take Song Qiu's place and drove the ox cart to the pier.

(End of this chapter)