Song Tan's Notes

On the contrary, Yan Ran said "Ouch":
"Why are these white sesame seeds, haven't they been separated?"

"It's all right."

Song Tan took a look: "They're all about the same, eat the same."

"Really?" Yan Ran was a little skeptical, but she had never planted sesame seeds, and Seventh Cousin was busy in the kitchen at the moment, so after hesitating for a while, he quickly fell in such a daze.

Throwing sesame seeds is a repetitive but painstaking action. Although it looks simple, it requires a lot of strength.It's okay to beat once or twice, and it can be repeated hundreds of times. Under the high temperature of more than 30 degrees, even if the sun is not at its hottest, it is enough to make people gasp for breath.

Instead, Professor Song came out to take a look: "Why is it stuck upside down and not knocked slowly?"

Song Tan pointed to the pile next to him: "It's just a small amount of planting. It doesn't need to be so delicate. It's much faster to beat and beat."

She has great strength and moves quickly, and her strength is well controlled. At this moment, there are a bunch of empty poles around her.But the three brothers and sisters Yanran were dumbfounded——

That is, why did you forget that you can knock?

I want to change the method, but think about the slow beating, it might as well be like this——

really hot!

On the contrary, the live broadcast room is quiet now, even Song Tan's chatter seems to be far away, and the colorful bullet screens are also rapidly decreasing.Before the new fans wondered why no one was talking, they saw the colorful reward special effects appear again.

[Thanks to the anchor, I would like to express it before going to bed]

[I have a splitting headache from staying up late and can't sleep, but I'm much better now]

[The anchor will grow more sesame seeds next year, this is too rhythmic]

【Too sleepy, host me】

This is clearly half the story. The new fans stared at the repetitive and boring scenes in the live broadcast room, looking around in a daze.

Listening to the intertwined sounds of "Papa", "Rustle", and "Xixi Suoso", I gradually became drowsy...

No, no!It's a working day, hello!It's only past seven o'clock, so I won't be able to catch up with work...

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room dropped rapidly, but at the same time, the number of followers in the live broadcast room increased sharply, approaching the 30 mark. The person in charge of the backstage couldn't help but laugh from ear to ear. He immediately decided to make a phone call after the broadcast, so that the other party can maintain the popularity!

If they wish, their platform even has an MCN organization that can cooperate with them...

Oops, after so many years, there is finally another promising pastoral anchor!
The weather was too hot, and the power of the mobile phone was drained rapidly. Before Song Tan and others finished their work, it was completely shut down.

Everyone in the live broadcast room: ...

It's nothing, I'm used to it, anyway, the anchor has them in mind today, and they haven't left their sight.

……

It’s just a two-point sesame, and a few people beat it until nine o’clock, which is basically the same (it has to be said that Song Tan alone is more efficient than the three of them!)
Song Tan re-tied the sesame stalks——

Seven Cousin said he would use this to smoke meat and duck, saying that there is a special aroma in the sesame stick, and the scattered sesame seeds inside will also have a grease aroma after being burned. If it is smoked into the meat with other ingredients, it will be extra rich and delicious.

In short, it should be used thoroughly and not wasted.

And the three of Yanran grabbed the thick plastic skin and shook the scattered sesame seeds, leaves, broken stems and pods together, and then poured them into the radish sieve beside them.

Qiaoqiao was wearing a hat, and was already happily holding up the small sieve: "I'll come, I'll come!"

He really likes to play this game, and he doesn't feel that the hot weather is any hindrance. Instead, he shakes the sieve enthusiastically, and sifts the sesame seeds onto the plastic skin on the lower layer.

Over and over again, happy to leave.

Song Tan: ...

She looked up at the sun in the sky, and at Qiao Qiao whose cheeks were flushed with heat and whose clothes were soaked in sweat, thinking that this silly child didn't even know to move to a shady place.

But, this is my own brother, what can I do?

She grabbed Jojo by the collar:

"Don't play for now, pack all these things over there and sieve them. I have to dry the mung beans, and I have to harvest the mung beans tomorrow."

Jojo: "Oh."

Everyone moved, lifted, and finally dragged the few sesame seeds to the corridor.

Coincidentally, the Seventh Cousin was going to pick up vegetables in the vegetable garden with a basket, and he was stunned when he saw a pile of black and white sesame seeds mixed with brown broken sticks on the plastic skin:
"Why did it all get mixed up?"

Qiao Qiao looked up in a daze: "Ah? That's how they got mixed up!"

Seventh Cousin: ...I didn't ask you!

He looked at Song Tan, very depressed.Song Tan couldn't figure it out even more: "Isn't it all sesame seeds? Last time I took Qiao Qiao to eat the fried chicken that gave ducks, and they can choose the color of sesame seeds!"

Doesn't that mean you can eat whatever you want?

Qiao Qiao also remembered, and said quickly at this moment:

"Sister! The fried chicken is different from the rice at home. I haven't collected three ducklings yet!"

Song Tan: ...The ducks are a seasonal gift, and I don't know how many times to change them now.

She pretended not to hear: "Sieve the sesame seeds quickly."

"okay!"

But Seventh Cousin was very angry: "Then if black sesame and white sesame are the same, why does it have two colors? Black sesame nourishes the kidneys and white sesame nourishes the lungs, they have different functions!"

"Besides, there is a lot of white sesame oil!"

A good cook would never be so perfunctory!
Song Tan: ...

How could she remember this!Little Sesame is divided into gangs!It's never her fault!
At this moment, she looked at Seventh Cousin and sincerely suggested: "How about... just eat casually like this?"

Seeing the other party's eyebrows raised, Song Tan quickly promised: "Next year! Next year I will plant two acres of land! One acre of black and one acre of white, you can divide it up as you like! We can plant even colorful ones!"

Seventh Cousin: ...

He looked at the pile of messy things, and now he picked up the basket with a headache: "Forget it, I'll soak it in water when I use it later!"

Having said that, it was obviously a bit depressing.

That's right, white sesame is very oily, and the water that sinks to the bottom can usually separate the two.But the problem is that the sesame seeds soaked in water don't taste that good anymore!
When Seventh Cousin was young, he paid attention to adapting measures to local conditions and using them for whatever purpose.

But at Song Tan's house, the food is so good and the ingredients are so good that he has raised his requirements for himself...

However, this family was described by Seventh Cousin as a common saying, that is, wild pigs can't eat fine chaff!

He even suspected that cooking a pot of pig food by himself would be delicious for this group of people...

The Seventh Cousin felt aggrieved, and had a feeling of bleakness that it was hard to find a bosom friend. Now he was pulling peppers in the field, thinking about it, and made up his mind——

In any case, he had to find a companion who knew how to cook!

Isn't Song Tan looking for a cook?It doesn't matter whether he is a big cook or not, he has to get one if he cheats! !

This chapter is made up the day before yesterday.

Regarding sesame seeds, the methods are different in each place, and the size of the planting area also indirectly affects the harvesting method. Thank you for actively giving different methods. I will adjust accordingly when the output comes up later.

Thank you everyone!