Farmhouse pretty cook

Chapter 173: Taking Medicine for Injury (1)
Chen Mei'e glanced at the woman with a sneer, "It's useless to sigh anymore, everyone is gone, I guess you will never see her again in this lifetime."

Su Xiu sighed again, "It would be great if I could take another look."

"What are you thinking about? Don't forget that we and the Zhao family are going to get married soon. At the critical moment, don't feel uncomfortable. You should calm down and be your bride."

"Oh, I know, there's nothing to prepare," Su Xiu pouted and replied reluctantly.

Zhao Xiuwen was snatched from Mu Xiang by her, but if someone snatched it, the freshness is almost there.

If there is no He Liancheng to compare with, she will still think that the magnetic card Zhao Xiuwen is quite good.

This person is really incomparable.

Mu Xiang made a batch of spicy cabbage first, and wanted to try the taste and the ratio of seasonings.

There is only one big tank at home, if you really do more, it will definitely not be enough.

The chili noodles have been ground before, so it is very convenient to grind them with a small stone mill.

Fresh Chinese cabbage is cut in the middle, first salted, then placed in a wooden barrel, and the water is squeezed out. After two or three days, the pickled Chinese cabbage is taken out.

The next step of pickling has to be based on personal feeling.

Different people, different ingredients, pickled Chinese cabbage, the taste is not the same.

The woody fragrance is formulated according to your own taste, the taste is moderate, and the eating habits of the local people are fully taken care of.

Then again, there are really not many people who spend their brains studying kimchi, but they don't even know what taste is.

The methods of pickling pickles in each family have been passed down from generation to generation.

Grandmother passes it on to mother, mother passes it on to daughter.

But people's tastes are constantly changing. More than 100 years ago, the favorite food, even if it is good now, you will get tired of eating it.

On the day of pickling kimchi, Damei came over to see how Muxiang pickled.

However, when she looked at the big pot of spices that Mu Xiang was stirring, she was puzzled.

The pickled vegetables in their house are directly rubbed with salt, and thrown into the jar to soak.But it has never been like this, it is too troublesome to adjust the taste like cooking.

Mu Xiang ignored her doubts, and just made her own, spread the reconciled chili noodles and the seasonings evenly on the cabbage, "Don't look at me like that, I will naturally have my way The reason is, when the kimchi is marinated and tasted for you, I promise you will grab it from me."

"Is this really delicious?" Damei still didn't believe it.

Before she listened to Mu Xiang's words, she also planted a lot of Chinese cabbage. When it was time to plant, Mu Xiang said that she would buy it, but she was also worried about Mu Xiang!

If they collected hundreds of catties of Chinese cabbage, their family would eat three meals a day, and they would not be able to finish it next year.

Mu Xiang smiled confidently, "You, just put your heart in your stomach, my seasoning is extraordinary, you will never think of it."

Damei was very disapproving, "Unusual? Isn't it just salt and pepper! What else can there be?"

Mu Xiang just smiled, but didn't answer her.

Speaking of which, I have to thank the two people left behind by He Liancheng.

Yesterday, she suddenly remembered that it seemed that she had watched the food channel before, and it seemed to have said that to make kimchi, not only must there be dried chili noodles, but also apples and pears.

These two kinds of fruits have a sweet taste, and when mixed in the seasoning, they can enhance the freshness of the cabbage.

And the taste is crisp, and the juice has penetrated into the cabbage. Can this pickled cabbage be delicious?

But these two fruits are very rare items, only Fushoulou in the town has them, and they are exclusively for their restaurant.

The two of them didn't even hesitate when they received Mu Xiang's request, and one of them went to the town very quickly.An hour later, he came back with a basket of apples and a basket of pears.

Mu Xiang wanted to give him money, but the man didn't want it. He only said that his master gave him eight words before he left, "I will protect you to the death, and I will answer every request."

What they did was their duty, so Mu Xiang didn't need to thank him, if she wanted to thank him, she could thank the master, anyway the master would be happy to let her thank her.

Mu Xiang didn't use all of the two baskets of fruit, half of it was given to Mu Lang and Cai Yun.

In the countryside, fruits are not easy to get. It is no exaggeration to say that the taste is similar to eating fairy fruits.

Before the hazy days passed for several days, the sky began to rain. After a long time, the rain was mixed with broken ice. They call it in the local dialect, and it is cold, which indicates that it will snow.

On the snowy day, the kimchi made by Mu Xiang had just left the cellar for two days.

Fortunately, the weather was beautiful, and the weather did not catch up with the bad weather when making kimchi, otherwise it would be wet and muddy, which would be a trouble.

Both Caiyun and Mu Lang put on big cotton jackets, wrapped up like a silkworm baby, and Muxiang wore the least, it's not that she didn't have new cotton jackets, but she didn't like wearing too many jackets, which made it inconvenient for her to work.

This snow fell for a whole day, and at night, it became heavier and heavier, which is commonly known as heavy snow with goose feathers.

It was getting cold, and there was not much farm work in the field. Mu Xiang cooked dinner early, closed the chicken coop, closed the gate, and went back to cover the bed.

Sitting in the warm quilt, listening to the quiet snow outside, is definitely a fairy-like enjoyment.

The newly stretched quilts had already been covered with quilt covers, the three of them, each with a bed, and the old quilts from Chen Mei'e were laid underneath.

Their family slept on an earthen kang, and in order to save firewood, Mu Lang slept in the same room as Mu Xiang and the others.

Mu Xiang lit the oil lamp, picked out the wick, and prepared to sit on the kang to do some needlework with the light on.

There is still some cotton left, and she wants to make some more pairs of cotton shoes and cloth socks. Anyway, there are too many things to do, and she is busy making pickles during the day, so she can only spare some time at night.

There are still a few days before the sausage can be eaten, but she has to taste it first. If it tastes good, she has to go to town no matter how heavy the snow is.

In fact, she didn't want to drive in the snow at all, it was muddy and difficult to walk, but for the sausage and pickles, she had to make a trip.

(End of this chapter)