"Uncle said, they are all for the yamen, and they should help each other, how can they destroy the relationship between each other because of a little thing......"

Chen Sanjin smiled meaningfully, "Miss Yuan'er, what do you think?" ”

"Lord Bo said yes!" Song Qingyuan said with a deep expression.

That Chen Zhubo, she saw it two days ago.

Among the people brought by Lu County's order, he was one.

It's a smiling tiger.

As for the rest, I can't see it yet.

However, from his frequent conversations with the old man, Song Qingyuan could see it.

Chen Zhubo wants to calm things down.

And so, very well!

"Miss Yuan'er is reasonable, and she deserves to be from a scholar's family!" Chen Sanjin praised, "Ying'er is not as good as you in this regard, I have to learn more from you in the future......

Learn more like her?

It seems that what he said was......

"Boss Chen praised it falsely! Song Qingyuan didn't dare to be ashamed! Song Qingyuan bowed slightly, and his expression was modest.

A smile and a smile are not lost in etiquette.

but rejected people for three points.

Chen Sanjin looked at it, his expression unchanged.

"Miss Yuan'er go get busy first, I won't bother......" Chen Sanjin hugged his fists, "Come and visit ...... another day"

"Boss Chen, go slowly!" Song Qingyuan said.

Surprised, Chen Sanjin is coming to visit?

Who to visit?

She, or her grandfather?

............

On the road.

Song Qingmo asked, "That Chen Sanjin, what are you doing when you come to visit our house?" ”

Song Qingyuan shook his head, "I don't know either...... Maybe I think our family knows Jinyiwei and wants to have a good relationship with our family......"

Song Qingmo raised her head, thoughtful.

Slowly, "The easiest way to build a good relationship is to get married......"

"Do you want Brother Da Lang to marry his daughter?"

Song Qingmo's eyes widened, "Isn't this messy!" ”

"He Xiuxiu married Chen Sanjin and his son, if Brother Lang marries Chen Sanjin's daughter......"

"There's a lot of trouble going on......"

"We won't agree!" Song Qingrong continued.

Song Qingyuan was stunned.

How did she forget about this stubble?

Chen Sanjin's target is not necessarily Da Lang, but it is very likely to be Erlang.

They have a natural home, a toy store, a ready-to-wear store, a roast duck shop, a playground, several workshops, and a Song Kee department store under construction.

Jiro is the eldest son of the second room.

and there is silver, and there are men under them.

It's really a good candidate for a husband.

What's more, Erlang once fell in love with Chen Ying.

Maybe the Chen family thinks that the hand is caught?

Song Qingyuan scoffed.

Her second brother is not so cheap.

............

When he got home, Song Qingyuan first found someone to send a letter to Erlang and told him his guess.

Remind Erlang to be careful of the Chen family, be careful of the brothers and sisters surnamed Chen, and don't accidentally fall into the trap.

After that, I went into the small kitchen of the East Courtyard.

"How about we do the same by ourselves? It's a little faster. Song Qingyuan asked.

"Yes, yes!" Song Qingrong hesitated, "It's just that we haven't done it before, I'm afraid we won't be able to do it well......"

"I haven't done it either, let's just practice our hands, if we can't do it once, let's do it a few more times, there will always be a time to succeed." Song Qingyuan comforted.

When she comforts others, she is actually comforting herself.

After all, she didn't do it either.

All newbies.

"In this way, Sister Rong'er makes spiced melon seeds and peanuts, as well as peanuts with frost."

"Mo'er makes shaqima, and I make potato chips and spicy strips." Song Qingyuan distributed it, and at the same time handed the paper with the method written on it to the two of them.

Song Qingrong opened the paper.

I saw that the ingredients were written on it; Star anise, cinnamon, kaemptia, licorice, salt, cumin.

Steps; Wash the melon seeds and peanuts, add seasonings, and boil them in water.

Then soak until the water is cool.

Remove it, dry it, dry it, and fry it again.

"Yuan'er, I'm afraid this won't be done in a day." Song Qingrong said, "And how much do you need to put in this seasoning?" There is no specific number ......"

Song Qingyuan smiled bitterly, she didn't know either!

"Sister Rong'er, let's try to come, how much to put in the specifics, you have an idea, you can make a few more servings, put a different amount in each portion, let's choose the most delicious one." Song Qingyuan Road.

Song Qingrong listened, "That's it!" I'll try ......"

Then Song Qingrong opened the second piece of paper, and the frosted peanuts on it were simpler.

Peel the peanuts and stir-fry.

Sugar, water slowly boil, boil bubbles, add stir-fried peanuts.

Until the sugar crystallizes.

"This is simpler......" Song Qingrong looked at the stove in the East Cross Courtyard, "You guys are here, I'll go back to the West Cross Courtyard to try ......"

"Hmm!" Song Qingyuan, Song Qingmo nodded.

The small kitchen in the east cross courtyard is not large, and three people do it at the same time, which makes it crowded.

There will be a feeling of scrambling.

............

After Song Qingrong left, Song Qingyuan and Song Qingmo also started to make.

Song Qingmo did Shaqima.

Stir the white noodles with eggs, knead them into a ball, cut them into small strips, and fry them in an oil pan.

Fry until golden brown and control the oil.

Restart the pot, add two spoonfuls of sugar and one spoonful of water, and slowly boil over low heat.

When the bubbles turn small, add the fried noodles.

Put it in the mold and let it cool.

Song Qingmo said while kneading the dough, "Fortunately, our family is in good condition now, otherwise with so much oil, the milk would have to scold us." ”

"Of course!" Song Qingyuan said with a smile, "Countrymen, how can they eat like this." ”

The conditions in Songjia Village are good.

But it's just that, barely enough to eat.

It's too late for everyone to be thrifty, how can you waste oil.

When she first crossed over, there was no oily food in the Song family's food.

Now, it's really good.

Song Qingyuan sighed while taking out the potatoes.

Wash, peel, slice.

Wash off the starch with water.

Then let it dry.

While drying, Song Qingyuan looked for Dakui's daughter-in-law and asked for ground soybean milk.

Put it in a pot and cook.

Song Qingmo saw it and asked, "Yuan'er, do you want to boil soy milk to drink?" ”

"It's not!" Song Qingyuan shook his head and changed his words, "However, drinking soy milk is good, you can grow taller, and you can become whiter." ”

Most importantly, nutritionally balanced.

Unfortunately, she doesn't like to drink.

"Can it really turn white?" Song Qingmo touched her face, "Then I will drink it often." ”

Belch......

Song Qingyuan smiled, she said casually that she could turn white.

Don't say that, do you want to tell Song Qingmo that the skin is good and anti-aging?

"Drink!" Song Qingyuan said, reaching out to pick up the thin skin formed by soy milk.

While explaining, "This is called tofu skin ......."

"The spicy strips and spicy chips we want to make need it."

"Even if you don't make spicy strips and spicy chips, you can start making them and selling them."

"Isn't that money to be made again?" Song Qingmo's eyes lit up, "You don't eat much in winter, and if you sell it in winter, you will definitely be able to make money." ”

"Hmm!" Song Qingyuan nodded.

Tofu skin can also be regarded as a business.

Thinking so, Song Qingyuan put the picked up tofu skin into the drying rod of the East Cross Courtyard to dry.

Just wait for the air to dry, and you can make spicy chips.

As for the spicy strips, just roll up the tofu skin when drying.

It is also possible to roll up the tofu skin in post-production.

"Yuan'er, the peanuts are ready to ......"

After a while, Song Qingrong walked in with a plate of frosted peanuts.