Girlfriend's Fortune

Chapter 463 Chapter 460 Two: Burning White
After a year, the price of green bricks still hasn't dropped, and Song Qiu also expected it, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He made an appointment with the brick and tile kiln to deliver the green bricks and tiles to the door in due time.

A few days ago, I went to the town to find a craftsman who was good at building houses. He also arranged for the strong laborers in the village, and started to prepare the foundation in a hurry.

The salary is the same as that of the Liu family, fifteen yuan, including two meals.

Although it is the same, the food is different.

Song Qiu is not bad at this point, let everyone work hard, so there is enough meat to ensure that everyone is not in vain.

With so many people working, cooking is a big project. Their family doesn't have as many wives and sisters-in-law as Liu's family, so they can be busy, so they hired a few women from the village to be in charge of cooking.

Coincidentally, several women made salted vegetables with her and ate them at home.

Song Qiu saw that the first salted vegetables had been put in the jar for a few days, and they could be taken out for cooking, so he decided to make preserved vegetables and braised pork.

It is also for teaching them. This is another meat dish, which is very fragrant, and it is just right for the working people to eat.

In her hometown in the previous life, braised pork with pickled vegetables was called Shaobai, and it was a must-have dish for banquets in every household.

A bowl of boiled white is ten yuan, and a table is a bowl, which happens to be one piece for each person.

If any banquet does not have the dish of burning white, it will definitely be said by the people at the banquet.

The steamed shaobai mixed in that big pot tastes much better than the one-two servings made at home.

Song Qiu counted the workers and planned to make twenty bowls in one go.

Among the ingredients that Du Chuanfu bought early in the morning, there happened to be a large piece of pork belly, about twenty catties, fat and thin, and it was the best for cooking.

Several women knew that she was about to cook some preserved vegetables and braised pork, but they all stared wide-eyed to see how it was done.

Especially Manju, seeing salt vegetables made on Friday, I have been talking about it for a few days.

After learning today, she will buy meat and cook it tomorrow.

Old Yuan's and old Deng's knew what they were going to do, so they also came to join in the fun.

Being watched by so many eyes, Song Qiu didn't panic. He washed a whole piece of pork belly, divided it into pieces, and boiled it in a large pot until the water covered the meat. Put some scallions and ginger slices.

It was almost ready after two quarters of an hour. Song Qiu forked out the cooked meat with chopsticks and put it on the table to cool for half an hour.

Then spread a layer of white wine on the skin, then evenly spread soy sauce, and apply several more layers for coloring.

The soy sauce is the old soy sauce from a shop specially bought by Du Chuanfu. The color is darker, which is equivalent to the old soy sauce of later generations.

Manju and the others saw her rubbing soy sauce over and over again. While helping her hands to rub it, she couldn't help being curious, "Aqiu, won't this so much soy sauce be salty?"

Song Qiu shook his head, "No, no, you guys made it yourself later, and you have to apply a few more layers like this, so that it will be easy to color, and it will look good and fragrant when it is steamed."

Several people listened, nodded, and continued to watch what Song Qiu did.

After applying the soy sauce, Song Qiu heated the oil in the cleaned pot, carefully grasped the inner side of the meat, and put the skin into the pot to fry until the skin wrinkled.

That time when the oil was splashed, Manju and the others were afraid that she would fry her hands, but seeing that Song Qiu's face remained unchanged, the oil didn't splash on her hands at all, she looked very skilled.

Old Deng couldn't help boasting, "I remember that Aqiu's mother was also very good at cooking at the stove, and Aqiu was even better than her mother! Look at this skill!"

Old Yuan also laughed when she heard this, "Mei Niang's cooking is delicious, but it's still Ah Qiu's brains, she can make flowers for the same things!"

Manju and the others also nodded.

"That's right, we walk around the stove three times a day, but we never thought that this meat can be made in this way. It's boiled, rubbed with wine and soy sauce, and fried. I don't know how to make it. What a taste!"

"It must be delicious! I can smell the aroma right now!"

Song Qiu listened to everyone's words, smiled, did not say much, put the fried meat one by one into the boiling soup and soaked it for half an hour, then picked it up, and saw the skin of the meat turned amber of wrinkles.

Then let it cool, don't worry, it's better to slice it when it's cold.

While the meat was drying, Song Qiu began to adjust the sauce, mixing soy sauce and sugar with a small amount of vinegar for later use, and then chopped some old ginger for later use.

Rinse the caught salted vegetables with water, the softer ones are better to cut, and they should be finely chopped, and steamed out when the bottom is laid, it is better to serve with rice.

Everyone looked at this step by step, but felt troublesome, Miao couldn't help saying: "This is almost in time for the banquet."

Song Qiu laughed when he heard this, "Don't even mention it, this dish of pickled vegetables and meat is just for serving noodles, okay? It's delicious and classic, and it's definitely good for serving noodles!"

When Li Fawang's daughter-in-law Chenghua heard this, her brows twitched, "My family is going to make a [-]th birthday wine for my father next month, and Aqiu said that it's really good to burn white, so I'll make a dish for the banquet at that time! Aqiu can I have to trouble you to teach your big spoon how to do it."

Huang Dashao is always hired to serve wine in the village. After all, they are all in the same village, so it is not cheap for outsiders.

Huang Dashao has been in charge of the spoon for decades. If he can't do anything else, he can fix the table with his eyes closed.

Song Qiu didn't dare to underestimate the person in charge of the banquet. Although it was a big pot of food, it had a special taste, and others couldn't get it out if they wanted to.

She quickly waved her hands, "How dare I teach Grandpa Da Shao, I should learn from him!"

"You are still modest, you little girl! Your big spoon has praised your cooking skills! Everyone who has eaten at the Songshan Inn will praise you! When I go back, I will tell him that you are not afraid of trouble and willing to teach Give it to him, he will definitely be happy to learn it! This is a banquet for people, a lot of craftsmanship, it is popular everywhere!" Cheng Hua said with a smile.

The apprentice Huang Dashao took in was her youngest son, and the relationship between the two families was already close, and her son would provide for Huang Dashao and his wife in the future, so she and Huang Dashao could talk to each other.

Song Qiu chuckled, "As long as Da Shao wants to learn this dish, I'll take care of it and teach him, and I can teach you some more dishes that are suitable for banquets along the way!"

"That's a deal! I'll bring him a message when I get back!" Cheng Hua was very happy. Her son is Huang Dashao's apprentice, and he will teach him after he has learned it.

To make twenty bowls of Shaobai, a lot of salted vegetables are needed. Seeing Song Qiu talking, Manju and others helped to cut it up, just chop it finely, they knew it at a glance.

After chopping the salt vegetables, mix them with sugar, vinegar, minced ginger and garlic.

After he was done, he sat down and idled for a while, and Song Qiu felt that the meat was almost cold, so he began to cut the meat.

She started first and demonstrated to a few people, cutting the meat into slices to ensure that each slice was the same thickness.

The thickness actually depends on each person's preference. If it is thicker, it will be steamed soft. If you eat it in your mouth, you will feel satisfied.

Generally, the ones on the banquet are not thick, and they are thin slices, in order to save costs, but the thin ones are also good to eat.

Song Qiu likes to eat thick ones, so he cut them half as thick as fingernails.

At first, she guessed that the meat should be divided into ten slices, which is exactly one bowl.

Manju and the others saw her chopping for a while, and imitated her and took a piece of meat and began to chop.

(End of this chapter)