Dad: I will farm and raise children after quitting the circle

Chapter 264 Cockscomb Pork

Chapter 264 Cockscomb Pork

On the day of the winter solstice, Su Qinghe woke up in the morning and found that it was raining again.

Open the circle of friends and look, as expected, Fat Chen's "When the Grapes Are Ripe" is swiping the screen again, because of the opening sentence, "It's almost the winter solstice, there is still rain in the morning and evening", so every winter solstice, his friend list is mostly vernacular People's life WeChat account, circle of friends will always be swiped by this song.

The lights in the kitchen were bright, and the sound of frying pans could be heard endlessly. Su Qinghe went in and saw that the old lady was frying stuffing. Minced pork, leeks, fungus, shrimp, and peanuts were mixed together, and the aroma was wafting.

For such a grand festival as the winter solstice, not only do you have to kill chickens and burn paper, but you must also make rice dumplings.

It’s just that this time it’s not zongzi, but a more traditional “cockscomb 籺”, which is a cockscomb-shaped 籺, glutinous rice flour is added with cornstarch to make the skin, and the filling is wrapped. It can be fried and eaten.

And because it looks a bit like a dumpling, but bigger than a normal dumpling, Su Qinghe has also heard someone call Jiguanzhen a big dumpling.

It is also Su Qinghe's favorite.

Su Qinghe rubbed his hands, giggled, seeing that the minced meat was already cooked, he picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful from the pot, and stuffed it into his mouth. It was so hot that he grinned, but he was reluctant to spit it out, chewing and saying it was delicious.

When he was a child, whenever he made jiguanzhen at home, he and his three younger brothers would always stand by the stove, burning firewood to warm their bodies, while watching the old lady fry the stuffing.

"Why are you still the same as when you were a child!" The old lady was used to it, and she laughed and cursed dotingly, "You have the nerve to say that you are a glutton, you are more gluttonous than her!"

"Like a father, like a daughter!" Su Qinghe swallowed the stuffing and smacked his lips, "Delicious is delicious, but I always feel that it tastes better when I competed with Achi and Ahai when I was young. !"

The old lady rolled his eyes at him, took the stuffing out of the pot, poured it into a big basin, and brought it to the restaurant, where there was rice noodles she had prepared, and once the stuffing was ready, you could make it with your hands.

Su Qinghe washed the rice and washed the pot. Today's breakfast is still white porridge, but he didn't cook too much, because he will cook chicken combs later, and Su Qinghe must eat chicken combs.

After the work in the kitchen was done, Su Qinghe also came to the dining room. Practice makes perfect. The old lady who has been making cockscombs all her life moves very quickly. In such a short time, she has already made more than a dozen, neatly placed on a bamboo basket. Dustpan made of bamboo bamboo.

After watching it for a while, Su Qinghe rolled up his sleeves to help. He helped to do this thing when he was a child, and he did it rarely. Moreover, after more than ten years, the movements were as rusty as if he was doing it for the first time. It's not that he has thick skin. , that is, too much stuffing can’t cover it, and the effect can be said to be a damaged version, which is horrible. Putting it together with the old lady’s makes a more stark contrast.

The old lady couldn't stand it anymore, but this time, unlike before, she let him play while she was playing, but she started to guide and slowed down, step by step from spreading the skin, stuffing to closing, with explanations.

Following the old lady's teaching, Su Qinghe worked hard for a few times, and gradually mastered the trick. Although the speed is not comparable to that of the old lady, at least from the appearance, it is similar to what the old lady did.

Don’t be afraid to make too many chicken combs. If you have too much, you can fry it and put it in the refrigerator. If you want to eat it, you can take it out and heat it up. It can also be eaten as a snack to satisfy your greed.

At dawn, when Su Xiaoting came hopping around with her schoolbag and an umbrella, Su Qinghe not only cooked a pot of porridge, but also just cooked a pot of cockscombs.

"It's just in time, do you want porridge or rice?" Su Qinghe asked the little girl.

Su Xiaoting shook her head, "I've already had breakfast!"

Su Qinghe was taken aback for a moment, then slapped his forehead, but after falling asleep, he forgot that Su Meng had come back, fortunately he still made Su Xiaoting's breakfast as usual.

"It doesn't matter if you have eaten it, let's eat two more cockscombs." Su Qinghe said.

"It's a cockscomb?" Su Xiaoting moved to the side of the pot to look at it, but couldn't resist the temptation, "Then eat two!"

Su Qinghe picked up a bowl, filled it with two cockscombs and soup, took it to the restaurant, and reminded Su Xiaoting to eat slowly, so as not to burn it.

"I know!" Su Xiaoting felt that Su Qinghe thought of her as an obedient child. She was already seven years old, how could she not know that it was hot!

She was sitting on a chair, shaking her legs. This weather is the most suitable for eating a bowl of steaming soup, and she also knows that when she eats soup, it means that it is the winter solstice or the new year.

Bai Zhi also got up at this time, came to the living room to have a look, making dumplings, how could she, a dim sum lover, miss it, she saw that it was similar to making dumplings, so she joined in, but at the beginning she still made a mistake similar to Su Qinghe Seeing this mistake, Su Xiaoting laughed straight away.

The old lady cheerfully spoke a few words of guidance, and Bai Zhi immediately mastered the trick, which was faster than Su Qinghe, and the old lady was so happy that she praised her.

The old lady prepared a lot of materials. Su Qinghe sent Su Xiaoting to school, and went to the town to buy mutton. He promised Xiaoguaiguai yesterday that he would eat mutton for her today.

When she came back, the old lady had just finished work, and Bai Zhi was already eating by the side with a bowl in her hand.

"Are you still awake?" Su Qinghe said without waiting for the old lady and Bai Zhi to answer, and went straight to the room, but the little boy was still soundly asleep, showing no sign of sleep.

Back at the dining room, the old lady pointed to two dustpans full of cockscombs and said to Su Qinghe, "One is for Uncle Ni's house, and the other is for Ah Meng's house. You can give it to me."

No wonder they did so much. It turned out that apart from Su Zhiliang's share, the old lady also made a share for Su Meng.

Su Qinghe sent it to Su Zhiliang first, and when Su Zhiliang saw it, he was a little surprised, "I thought the old lady wouldn't do zhen this winter solstice!"

"Didn't you have time yesterday? I just did it early this morning." Su Qinghe explained, and glanced at the room along the way. Chen Ping hadn't gone to town yet, so the barber shop didn't need to open too early, but he didn't see Su Qinghai, he There is a teaching task for a key class, and the key class in junior high school has a day off every half a month, and he is too busy to be seen.

It can be seen that it is not easy to be a responsible teacher, especially a teacher in a rural area. After all, the parents of the students really can't help.Even if there are winter and summer vacations, on the one hand, I have to study by myself, and on the other hand, I have to worry about the safety of the students and work hard.

Then he went to Su Meng's house. Su Meng was killing chickens. When he saw Su Qinghe sent a cockscomb, he accepted it politely. It was not worth pushing around.

"Killing chickens and burning paper so early?" Taking advantage of the time when Su Meng transferred the cockscomb, Su Qinghe asked. Generally speaking, except for the second day of the new year, the burning of paper is in the afternoon, and basically no one kills chickens and burns paper early in the morning.

Su Meng explained: "I'm going to visit my parents' graves. I haven't been there for four years. Weeds should be overgrown. Go and clean them up."

"I'm going." Su Qinghe nodded. Su Meng was not like him. Not only did he have a brother-in-law, but also brothers. Even if he was not at home, someone would help him clean up his parents' graves.

He was still not very familiar with Su Meng, and after a brief chat, they fell silent.

After coming out of Su Meng's house, he went to Su Haiyan's house again, and asked Su Haiyan to eat zhen at his house.

(End of this chapter)