Girlfriend's Fortune

Chapter 464 Chapter 460 Three: Praise
A total of 20 yuan of meat pies, Song Qiu cut quickly, and a few Manju cut two pieces, and there were no more.

Immediately afterwards, Song Qiu put each slice of the cut meat into the sauce that he had just prepared, rolled it, and then neatly placed the skin side down on the bottom of the earthen bowl.

For twenty earthen bowls, her family didn't have enough, so she borrowed enough from the Miao family.

The steps of rolling the meat slices with sauce and neatly stacking them on the bottom of the bowl are very important, Song Qiu specially emphasized.

If it is done well, the color will be very beautiful after steaming, and the slices will be delicious.

Then pour any unused sauce onto the neatly arranged meat slices.

Sprinkle the old ginger powder evenly on the meat, and finally spread the salted vegetables on the meat.

After the twenty bowls of Shaobai are filled, boil water in a large pot, set the steamer on the rack and heat it to steam, then put the Shaobai bowls, and then use medium and low heat to steam for about an hour.

When it was time to cook and steam, Manju and the others washed out the rice and steamed it with rice for a while, and then prepared two dishes.

When the steaming is enough, the wooden lid is not lifted when it is burnt, and the water in the pot is ensured, so it is simmered in the pot with embers.

When it was time to eat, the wooden lid was lifted, and the entire Song family's courtyard was filled with the smell of incense, which made the villagers working nearby couldn't help sniffling.

Man Ju and Miao Shi carried out the rice for a while, and shouted at the other end: "Wash your hands and eat!"

The people who smelled the fragrance could not hold back for a long time, so they quickly put away their work, came over to wash their hands one by one, took the big bowls and chopsticks they brought, and lined up over there to get food.

In the stove room, Song Qiu lifted the wooden lid, put a bowl of cold water on the stove, nodded his hand, reached into the pot, and quickly brought out a bowl of burnt rice. In the pottery pot, tell Man Ju, who beats the vegetables, that each person will give five yuan to boil the whites, and eat the salted vegetables as you like.

Then turned over another one, but it was buckled upside down on a plate.

Ten pieces of meat of the same size and thickness are stacked in rows, the skin is tiger-skin-like, the sauce is bright yellow, and the oil is shiny, making it mouth-watering.

After changing hands, he handed the plate to Ah Ling, and said, "This is for Master Cheng."

Master Cheng is a man, but they are not easy to sit with him at the same table, so they can only invite Master Cheng to eat alone.

Ah Ling swallowed her saliva, watched and smelled it at close range, and became even more greedy. She hurriedly prepared two other dishes and a large bowl of rice and sent them to the craftsman, and handed him the chopsticks to see him sitting on the stool. After eating, I couldn't wait to run back.

There were still five bowls left in the pot, Song Qiu turned them out on a plate and placed them on the table in the kitchen.

In the yard, everyone lined up to get food and vegetables, and they were all curious when they saw the pieces of meat in the earthenware pot with soy sauce and fragrance.

"What kind of meat is this? Why does it smell so old!"

"Here, it's a new dish made by Aqiu. Pork with pickled vegetables! It's also called Shaobai! It's fragrant!" Manju smiled, and picked up five pieces of Shaobai with chopsticks for the people who came over, and then scooped it up. A scoop of steamed soft and flavorful salted vegetables.

Everyone listened, smelled the fragrance again, stretched their necks and looked straight ahead.

Fortunately, there were only twenty or so people, and soon everyone was hit.

Everyone held bowls and chopsticks, and they didn't pay much attention to sitting. Some of them didn't like to sit on stools, so they squatted on the ground, or sat on the ground with their buttocks, and began to eat.

Everyone agrees that they all eat the burnt rice first.

I can only feel a stream of sesame oil flowing into my mouth. The meat is soft and waxy, fat and thin, smooth but not greasy, slightly elastic in the softness, and melts in the mouth.

Their eyes lit up one after another, and they couldn't help but take one bite after another.

"I have never eaten such a soft, fragrant and delicious food! It is even better than the braised pork at the banquet!"

"That's right, it's good for rice! I can make half a bowl of rice with one piece!"

"It's so delicious!"

Everyone smacked their lips while eating, and they didn't pay attention to what they said without eating.

Master Cheng was sitting alone on a small table. Seeing everyone like this, he couldn't help laughing. He stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of burnt white meat, fed it into his mouth, and chewed slowly, unwilling to eat too fast.

Everyone else is only five yuan, but he has a plate for himself, which is a full ten yuan.

This is called burning white, it is really fragrant.

The owner is also generous, so willing!

He has built houses for so many families, and this is the first time he has seen such a real owner.

This Song Xiaodong's family, he has heard of its name for a long time.

Not to mention the inn by the Songshan River and the dessert shop in the town, but the hot and sour noodles, vermicelli and starch are enough to make people talk about it.

Now it was time to build a new house in the village. Master Cheng couldn't help admiring the blueprints of the house that Song Xiaodong's house gave him to see the day before.

This girl is a capable person at such a young age, which is admirable.

There were only five yuan in each person's bowl. At first, everyone gobbled up three yuan, and then they gradually became reluctant to eat the last two yuan. They ate one piece and made two, but they still ate it up very quickly. They all felt that they hadn't had enough.

I really have more to say.

Wen Shunzi shaved a mouthful of salted vegetables with the rice, um, it’s very good, but what should I do if I still want to eat the meat?
With a thick skin, he smiled at Song Qiu in the kitchen: "Aqiu, you're so good at your craft! You almost swallowed my uncle's tongue! I don't think I've had enough, If only I could eat it every day!"

After he finished speaking, Man Ju, who was putting away the spoon and pottery pot, continued, "You glutton, are you here to work or to eat? It's troublesome to cook white, and it takes a whole morning to get busy. Well, dare you just open your mouth without using your hands, and you still want to eat it every day, you are so beautiful!"

Wen Shunzi laughed, "Isn't this delicious! I can't help it!"

Li Fawang's house is next to Wen's. Cheng Hua saw that he was so greedy, and the others were eager to eat but didn't want him to say it so thick-skinned, so he said, "It's like holding a banquet. It's troublesome to do it every day." , miss you! How can I eat such a good thing every day!"

"But if you still want to eat, it's not that you can't eat it. Next month, my family will hold a banquet. Ah Qiu said that this roasted white rice is the best for banquet noodles, so I plan to do this for my banquet! Uncle Shao is cooked, so whoever’s banquet will serve this, from now on, as long as you eat wine, won’t you be able to eat it all?”

When everyone heard it, they dared to feel good about it, and their mouths were full of taste, and they knew that it was impossible to eat every day, but now they wished they could sit down and have a drink!
But I didn't think about it, so I had to eat salted vegetables as meat, and it also tasted that way, delicious!
Manju and the others had smelled enough, and hadn't eaten yet. They didn't go back to the stove until they finished the food.

The old Yuan family and the old Deng family were already sitting at the table waiting, and the women of the Manju Miao family, together with Song Qiu'aling and Zaohua's sister and brother, all served bowls, and they sat comfortably without any courtesy. After sitting down and standing upright, he cooked five plates and moved his chopsticks.

One person took a little bit, and after tasting the taste, they all nodded their heads.

Man Ju even said that she couldn't wait for tomorrow. After she finished her busy work here, she would go to Ping'an Daji quickly to see if there was any meat for sale, so she could buy it back and cook it for the man's son at night.

Cheng Hua also said: "It's strange that they still want to eat it after eating it! This boiled white is so delicious! If it is really put on the table, it will be enough to be praised! I have decided! The banquet at my house next month Must make this dish! Be the first one!"

Since then, Song Qiu's Shaobai has received a lot of praise, and no one doesn't like it.

In the banquets in the ten miles and eight villages in the future, it is even more necessary to see Shaobai, plus the sweet Shaobai that Song Qiu taught Huang Dashao together, steamed pork with powder, steamed pork ribs with powder, are must-haves in every table , very popular with the seats.

(End of this chapter)