Girlfriend's Fortune

Chapter 61 No.60 One Word: Fried Crispy Fish

"I know it's white flour." Song Qiu replied, put the cloth bag back into the cupboard, grabbed a pinch of salt and threw it into the wooden basin, then began to mix the flour and knead the large intestine vigorously.

"You know it's white noodles and you're so spoiled. This white noodles cost seven or eight pennies a catty! You can cook two bowls of noodles." Old Yuan's brows were wrinkled in distress.

"Using white flour to treat the fatty sausage can clean it up, so as not to stink, I just use this, and the fatty sausage will taste delicious later on." Song Qiu said rationally.

Even though old Yuan's heart ached, the white flour had been rubbed into the large intestine, and there was no way to save it, so he had to shut up.

Song Qiu rubbed the large intestine vigorously repeatedly until a lot of mucus was secreted and even the stench became lighter, then he washed the large intestine twice with hot water in a pot.

Then turned the large intestines back one by one, sprinkled some salt and kneaded them repeatedly, let it sit for a while to dissipate the last fishy smell, then washed it with hot water several times in a row, and then it was done.

Immediately afterwards, put water in the pot, add ginger slices, some star anise, cinnamon and fennel, and put the fat sausage to cook.

Taking advantage of the interval between cooking the fat sausage, Song Qiu began to process the fat chicken, chop half of it into large pieces, and remove the chicken breast and chop it into cubes.

At the same time, I asked old Yuan to go to the vegetable garden to pick a lot of peppers, and brought back two tender pumpkins and two loofahs.

After the chicken was chopped, Song Qiu then cut up all the inside of the chicken belly. There are quite a lot of chicken fat, chicken liver and chicken intestines, and it's like a bowl of dirt.

Slice chicken liver, cut chicken intestines into sections, and cut chicken gizzards into flowers.

After cutting these, go on to cut the others, and cut out all the ones that need to be used.

A large bowl was filled with chili cutters, and a lot of strips were cut with a hob. The tender pumpkin was also cut into thin strips, and the ginger and garlic were all slapped out.

For a moment, the sound of chopping and chopping was heard in the kitchen. Old Yuan Shi and Zhang Lihua's eyelids twitched and their eyes widened. It seemed that it was the first time they had seen Song Qiu chopping vegetables like this. The knife was in her hand. Just like playing, neat and simple.

Especially the shredded pumpkin, it was cut so fast that you couldn’t see the movement clearly, but the shredded pumpkin that was cut out was extremely thin, and they were all the same thin. .

Zhang Lihua swallowed her saliva, "Aqiu, your saber skills are amazing!"

"Amazing, aren't you? Who told me that I have a talent for cooking? Don't imitate it, in case you cut off your fingers." Song Qiu smiled triumphantly.

At this moment, the fatty intestines in the pot were almost cooked, Song Qiu lifted the bamboo raft, scooped up all the fatty intestines, put them in a dustpan to dry first.

Clean the pot and stew the chicken first. This old chicken needs to be stewed for a long time before it becomes soft and delicious.

Put water in the pot, put chicken pieces in it, put a few slices of ginger, cook for half an hour, remove the blood, then pick it up, wash the pot with clean water, add a piece of old ginger to the blanched chicken pieces, and cover it with bamboo , stew.

The chicken is domesticated and natural, and chestnuts are also a good thing. There is no need to add too much to this soup, and the original taste is the best.

Stew on high heat for two quarters of an hour, put in chestnuts, and then throw in a few unused red dates from making rice dumplings, then simmer on low heat for two quarters of an hour, lift the bamboo, the golden soup is bright and clear, extraordinarily delicious The aroma is tangy.

During this period, Song Qiu will season the small fish with his hands, appropriate amount of salt, appropriate amount of soy sauce, minced ginger, minced garlic, and Chinese prickly ash, grasp it with his hands, then beat a few eggs into it, wrap it in flour, and put it aside for later use.

By the way, I cut the small crab into four pieces with two knives, and the taste is still good, but only a little flour is used, not as much as the small fish.

But this was enough to make old Yuan's eyelids twitch, and she kept muttering about the prodigal in her heart, and she couldn't help saying: "Ah Qiu, this is not a hard-shelled thing with a few taels of meat, you can eat it after cooking it , why waste so much white flour, isn't it a waste of money!"

"You can eat the milk later, it's delicious!"

"It's fragrant. Why isn't this old white flour delicious with so many eggs?" Old Yuan's meat ached.

"Girl, just wait and see, it must be my little Yuxiang!"

Listening to the conversation between the grandparent and grandson, Zhang Lihua couldn't help covering her mouth and giggling behind the stove, envious of such a relationship between grandparents and grandchildren.

After the chicken in the pot was stewed, Song Qiu took it out in a clean big clay pot, covered it with something, and put it in the cupboard. The weather is so strong that it won't be too cold to eat later.

This dish is ready, and the sun outside is slowly setting towards the west mountain.

Song Qiu put the rice under the water first, then took the rice out and put it in the iron pot behind to simmer.

There are a lot of people, and the dry rice she cooks is enough for one person to eat two or three bowls.

Then he continued to pour soybean oil into the pot, which was less than half of the pot of oil. Old Yuan's eyelids jumped again, and he opened his mouth to speak. The old Deng next door also hugged his grandson and brought Miao over.

The old Yuan couldn't care less, and hurried out to greet the guests.

Seeing her breasts coming out, Song Qiu stuck out his tongue and heaved a sigh of relief, Zhang Lihua burst out laughing when he saw this.

When the oil in the pot was warmed up, Song Qiu grabbed the small fishes that were well-coated with flour, and put them into the pot one by one. The oil splashed out frightened Zhang Lihua under the stove to cry out, and hurried to the fish. hide behind.

"Aqiu, what are you doing? You killed me."

Song Qiu hurriedly said: "Sorry, I forgot to say in advance, the oil is very old, don't splash things when you throw them in, the fire is like this, don't worry about it for now, you go and help me get the fence first .”

But she didn't move a bit, and then put the small fish in the oil pan, but the oil didn't splash at all, as if the oil was avoiding her, with a very comfortable face.

Zhang Lihua backed away a little, seeing this situation, said: "Aqiu, this oil is so powerful, you can still stand there, it's amazing."

"I'm used to it." Song Qiu said casually.

Zhang Lihua was puzzled when she heard it, how could she get used to it? It was during this period that Ah Qiu started to be around the pot often.

But regardless of her thinking, old Yuan Shi and the others also came in, wanting to watch Song Qiu cook.

Zhang Lihua hurried out to get her own fence,

As soon as I came in, I saw that there was so much oil in the pot, and the old Deng's eyelids twitched in fright. The oil is free.

Afraid of being attacked by saliva, Song Qiu hurriedly said: "It hurts so much when the oil splashes on your body, please take them to sit in the house first, and I will make the cold shrimp and give them a drink to quench their thirst."

Old Yuan Shi listened, and was also afraid that others would say that her granddaughter was a prodigal, so she quickly agreed, took them out, and sat in her own room. There was no main room, that's all, there were no outsiders on the left and right.

Here, Zhang Lihua brought back the strainer, and also helped to bring the cold shrimp over there, and served a bowl for everyone there, and then called Zhang Laodou and Zhang Hugua next door to come over, and each of them had a bowl , there is only one bowl left in the basin, which of course is reserved for Wu Jin.

The pot was almost full, Song Qiu first stopped putting the small fish in, took the chopsticks and turned it over, and at the same time prepared a clean dustpan and sat in the wooden basin, watching the small fish fry until golden, she quickly scooped them up with a strainer , Continue to put small fish in the pot.

After doing this several times, all the small fish were finally blown out.

Song Qiu then put the small crabs and shrimps in and fried them until they changed color, then quickly fished them out.

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(End of this chapter)