The twelve or thirteen-year-old girl naturally has access to the kitchen table, when Qin Xun was teasing her little nephew, Qin Wanyu had already brought down the plate of corn on the table and distributed it to her companions, a piece of corn that had not been out of the pot for a short time was cut into six slices, Qin Xun ate one piece, and the remaining five slices were just enough for the five children who came in later to eat, and the corn was still slightly hot, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, sweet and glutinous, which was a very pleasing meal for the taste of children.

Qin Wanyu said while holding the plate and sharing the food: "Xiaoshang don't pay attention to him, my cousin always has a bad stomach!" ”

Qin Xun still smiled and glanced at the stove next to him: "Ah, grandma is frying meatballs." ”

Mama smiled: "Yes, just fried the first spoonful, do you want to taste it?" ”

Before Qin Xun could speak, Qin Shang, who had just eaten the corn in his mouth, puffed out his cheeks and hurriedly said, "I want to taste it!" I'm going to eat it too! ”

Mama responded with a good temper.

Qin Shang rubbed his little shoulder against Qin Xun's leg and begged: "Third uncle, third uncle hug me, Shang'er wants to see how Mama fried the meatballs!" ”

Qin Xun washed his hands and wiped them clean, bent down and put his arms around his small body, and hugged his hands: "Oh, look." ”

Fried meatballs like this

Snack nature of food is the best to coax children, every household will basically make so many plates for children's pastime, a net spoon immersed in a pot of hot oil, the curved part of the spoon tail hooked the edge of the pot fixed, Mama held a large bowl of meat filling in one hand, took a small spoon in the other hand, very skillfully used the small spoon to form a small round ball into the oil pot, circled in the range of the net spoon, the meatballs were quickly fried to a golden ball after bubbling, and the skin color was a few degrees darker when it was fried, and there was a slight brown orange, It is an appetizing color.

Qin Shang stared intently at the whole spoonful of meatballs that were rolling in the oil pot, and after seeing that they were all fried, Mama lifted the net spoon and drained the oil twice, and stretched out the whole spoonful of fried meatballs on the empty plate on the table on their side, which was the place where the corn plate was still placed just now.

"Thank you, Mama." Qin Xun hugged his little nephew with one arm, took a bamboo skewer with his free hand, pricked a fried meatball on it and handed it to Qin Shang, "Just get out of the pot, hot your mouth, blow first and then eat." He also took a few bamboo skewers, tied them with meatballs, and handed them to his four younger siblings.

Qin Shang was like a treasure, and hurriedly repeated the third uncle's thanks loudly: "Thank you, Mama!" ”

The four children who also got the meatballs out of the pot also thanked them in unison, and the fried food in Mama's hands kept moving, and they didn't have to be polite with a kind smile.

After all, it is fried food, if all the lean meat is used, it will be fried too tightly, and the taste will inevitably be a little hard and chewy, so when Mama mixes the meat filling, it is fat and thin mixed with mincing, in order to add some softness and texture, it is also mixed with some crushed tofu and mixed together, the outer skin is slightly hard and crispy when the entrance, but the meat filling inside is soft and palatable.

On the other side, the helper cook who stir-fried the vegetables next to the pot poured the ingredients into the pot and stir-fried, then put the vegetable basket aside casually and said "enough", obviously telling the maid to dispose of the excess ingredients in the vegetable basket. Zhong Ding Zhumen's habits are somewhat extravagant and wasteful in the eyes of ordinary people, such as saying that the chef stir-fried a dish with enough ingredients, and the remaining ingredients that have been washed and cut will not be left for the next meal, generally at that time the excess is thrown down at the time, the last remaining thing in this vegetable basket is a handful of oyster mushrooms, the maid heard the words and was accustomed to picking up the vegetable basket and was about to take it away, but was stopped by the fried meatballs Mama Wen Yan, took the vegetable basket and buckled it on the empty net spoon that had just put a spoonful of fried meatballs on the plate, and poured all the remaining oyster mushrooms into the net spoon, Dip it in the egg wash bowl and put it in the oil pan, and the grandmother fried the meatballs in the same way until they are golden brown, and after they are fried, they also deduct a few children from the plate here, filling the gap in the half plate of fried meatballs that have been eaten in the plate.

Qin Shang novelty: "Oyster mushrooms can also be fried and eaten?" ”

Mama smiled: "When the third prince came, this basket of oyster mushrooms was washed, and he said that it was feasible to fry it, and asked the slave to fry him a spoonful, and now there is just enough to do here, and then fry it for you to kill the time." ”

Qin Xun answered his nephew: "Of course you can fry it, there are small stalls selling fried oyster mushroom snacks in the market, and when I see you, you just stay at home every day without moving, and the third uncle will often take you out to take a look, and there are more delicious snacks." He nodded his chin on the plate,

"Oh, just this oyster mushroom, wrap an egg liquid and fry it in an oil pan to fry it while it's hot, it can fry the meat flavor, don't tell you, your uncle next door is crying."

There was a slight cough of the little girl, and Qin Xun followed the prestige and said, "Why are you in such a hurry, pour some tea......" They closed their voices suddenly, only to know that Qin Feilan's little cousin was not choking on food at all.

Qin Huai stood at the door of the kitchen expressionlessly, and under Qin Xun's rather empty gaze, he raised his hand and knocked on the door panel with a lot of leeway.

Qin Shang was excited: "Uncle is here!" ”

Qin Xun patted him: "Eat yours, don't talk." ”

Qin Shang looked at the fried oyster mushrooms on the plate, and shouted even more excitedly: "Uncle is about to cry!" ”

Qin Xun: "......"

(End of chapter)