Farmhouse pretty cook

Chapter 266 Separation (3)
While waiting for the oil pan to boil, Mu Xiang took a piece of sweet sausage, chopped it finely, put it in a small tile dish, put it in a steamer, and steamed it together.

After peeling the yam, cut it into thick sections, not too thin, otherwise the fried yam will be too hard, and she doesn't want to fry it like that.

The fried dried sweet potato she made, after cooling, the core is soft, and it tastes soft and glutinous.

Seeing the heat in the cauldron gradually turning into smoke, Mu Xiang knew that the oil was about to boil.

When she thought of pouring the oil just now, she still felt distressed for a while, half of the pot of vegetable oil was poured in.

It is not good to fry things without less, not to mention that it is easy to stick to the bottom, and it is easy to stick together. It is better to pour more oil, so that it is more convenient to fry.

It was already dark outside, Mu Lang moved the oil lamp to the kitchen and lit the kitchen.

The quiet mountain village becomes even quieter at night.

Occasionally, there are a few awakened bird calls from the woods, and the village dog barks occasionally. Hei Bao, who is lying at the door of the kitchen and refuses to go back to the house, will prick up his ears when he hears his companions barking.

It seldom made a sound, but as soon as it barked, the dogs in the village immediately died down and stopped barking.

The chimney of Mu's house is still emitting green smoke, because it's dark and it's hard to see clearly with the naked eye.

But the smell of smoke still went to the next door.

Chen Mei'e fetched water in the kitchen, was sitting there washing her feet, smelled the smell of tobacco coming from Mu's house, and muttered jealously: "It's so late, I don't know what to burn, can't wait until tomorrow?"

Li Yuanbao had a sharp nose and sniffed it vigorously, "Mother, it's vegetable oil. Her house is frying something. It smells so good!"

"Use vegetable oil to fry things?" Chen Mei'e was speechless, "A group of prodigal children have ruined their lives like this, so it's no wonder they can live well."

In the country, rapeseed oil is a good thing.Although rapeseed is harvested in our village every spring, most of the rapeseed is sold.Leave the rapeseed for oil, just a little bit.

Even during the Chinese New Year, their family is reluctant to use vegetable oil to fry things, because doing so would consume too much oil.

Li Yuanbao didn't care what she thought, he only knew that the glutton in his stomach was hooked by the aroma of the vegetable oil.

"Mom, I want to go to Mu Gouzi's house to have a look, their house must be cooking something delicious, just let me go!"

Chen Mei'e reprimanded him sharply, "Where are you going, who knows what she is frying at home at night, maybe she will wait for you to pass by, so that you can fry your meat, mother didn't tell you, in the middle of the night, there are sloppy ghosts , I like to catch little babies like you who have delicate skin and tender flesh, if you want to go, you can go, you go by yourself, we don't care about you!"

Li Yuanbao remained silent, playing with his hands, staring blankly at his mother, with his little mouth pouted, staring at her eagerly.

How could Chen Mei'e not understand her son, he was using silence tactics!
"Why are you so stubborn, why don't you hurry up to the kang, it's very cold, and you'll be frozen back, let's see how I deal with you!"

She picked up the foot cloth, bounced it on Li Yuanbao twice, and said angrily.

Li Yuanbao finally pouted his mouth and went back to the house sullenly.

On the other hand, the Mu family's kitchen is indeed full of fragrance.

Mu Xiang waited until the oil pan boiled, and asked Caiyun to remove some firewood, and waited until the oil temperature dropped a little before frying things.Otherwise, the temperature of the oil that has just been boiled is too high, and the potato will dry out, and it will become mushy before it is fried.

After waiting for a while, I stretched out my hand to test the temperature on the top of the oil pan, and felt that it was almost ready before I dried the potato.

There was a thud, and as the oil in the pot rose, Mu Xiang retreated quickly, but it was inevitable that a few drops of oil would be splashed on his hands, but it was a small problem, and people who cook often have already gotten used to it.

Because there is a lot of oil, she doesn't need to fry it in several batches, just pour it all in one go, and then turn it over with chopsticks, let Caiyun keep the fire at medium heat, and that's it.

In other words, her family's Caiyun clay stove is also very skillful in cooking, which is almost as good as a gas stove that can adjust the heat at any time.

Watching the yams in the pot gradually float up, you can pick up the floating yams, drain the oil, and put them on a plate, whether they are hot or cold, you can eat them.

Mu Xiang fried a lot of dried yams, and when they were all scooped up, they filled a half-small pot, which was quite a lot.

"Mu Lang, come here quickly, try this," Mu Xiang called Mu Xiang, and gave him a pair of chopsticks, "Give some to your second sister to taste."

In fact, Mu Lang wanted to taste it a long time ago, but the elder sister didn't say anything, so he didn't dare to move his chopsticks.

Looking at the golden-yellow dried yams in the pot, Mu Lang picked one up first and ate it himself, then picked up another one, ran to the back of the stove, and brought it to Caiyun's mouth, "Second sister, you eat!"

Caiyun took his hand, opened her mouth and bit down.Although it smells like vegetable oil, once you bite it open, there is a sweet and soft potato fragrance inside.

Unlike other fried foods, fried sweet potatoes will not get greasy.

Caiyun nodded vigorously, "Well, this is delicious, big sister, let's fry some more during the Chinese New Year, shall we?"

Mu Xiang said: "Succeed, this time it was fried for He Liancheng, and next time, I will fry it for you two."

How could Mu Lang not understand what she meant, after eating two sticks, he put down his chopsticks, squatted obediently beside Caiyun, and warmed his hands with the firewood in the stove.

Burning an earthen stove in winter is still very comfortable, at least it can be warmed by the fire.Not so in summer, once the firewood is burned, the whole kitchen is like a steamer, and the heat is unbearable.

The oil in the pan cannot be scooped up for the time being. The oil temperature is too high, otherwise it will burn the oil pot, so you have to wait until the oil is cold before scooping it up.

Mu Xiang put the lid of the wooden pot, which had been cleaned of water, on the cauldron.

Then he opened the small pot and checked the glutinous rice and sausages in the pot.

Rice balls are very simple to make. Her family has the current kimchi. After the glutinous rice in the pot is steamed, stir the sausage, glutinous rice, and chopped foam together, and then make it into the shape of rice balls.

However, Mu Xiang suddenly had an idea, if she could have several molds of different shapes, and stuff the mixed rice into the molds, the rice balls made in this way would look very good.

(End of this chapter)