Song Yuanbao, who ate the tempeh noodles for dinner, had a round belly, and in the end, Song Yao ordered him not to eat any more, so he put down the dishes and chopsticks.

After the sister-in-law left behind, Song Yao returned to the backyard with a piece of fish meat and fish backbone that she had left at noon, planning to use the small kitchen to make tempeh fish to eat.

In this era when there was no pressure cooker, Song Yao could only try to replace it with a steamer, so she only left a fish backbone.

Song Yuanbao walked back and forth between the yard and the small kitchen, watching Song Yao cooking from time to time, and licking his mouth with his little tongue from time to time.

Song Yao has never tried to use catfish to make canned tempeh fish, but in this era, the fish that people can buy is limited, most of them are carp, crucian carp, catfish, silver carp, and only catfish has the least spines, and the meat is tender and fat, so Song Yao mostly buys catfish to make fish balls.

Bring to a boil in a pan, fry the catfish meat and fish backbone, and mix a small amount of white wine, soy sauce, sugar and a little water for later use.

Garlic cloves, ginger slices, and tempeh are stir-fried in a pot, the fried catfish meat and backbone are put into the pot, stir-fried over low heat and the adjusted thick sauce until the flavor is absorbed, and finally the tempeh fish is put into a sealed crockpot and steamed on high heat on the steaming drawer with water.

Sitting by the stove and burning the fire, unsure how long the steamer should be steamed, and unable to open the pot, Song Yao planned to wait for the water in the pot to dry up before starting the pot.

"Smash, light a stick of incense to remember the hour, you come over to light the fire, and my mother will make more tempeh." After setting up the firewood, Song Yao summoned her son to come over to help.

"This fish made by my mother is so fragrant, it will definitely be sold for a good price." While Song Yuanbao was burning the fire, his eyes were firmly fixed on the stove, and his heart was full of silver.

Song Yao took out a bag of soybeans, poured them on the diagonal table and picked them up, and responded with a smile: "You little money fan, if someone wants to spend money to buy your wife, you must sell it without saying a word." ”

"Not really!" Song Yuanbao retorted loudly, lowered his head and muttered in a low voice: "You have to negotiate the price first, the one with the highest price will get it." ”

Song Yao didn't hear Song Yuanbao's words, otherwise he would have raised his ears to teach him a lesson.

After picking soybeans for an hour, Song Yao got up to wash the soybeans, but found her son sitting by the stove yawning, and hurriedly picked up the little guy and tiptoed back to the room.

After settling the little guy, Song Yao washed the soybeans and poured them into the water tank to soak, and they needed to soak overnight, and the rest of the steps could only be done tomorrow.

Turning around and coming to the stove, listening to the sound of water in the pot almost drying up, Song Yao pulled out some firewood and poured a scoop of water into the stove to prevent the pot from being fried.

"Let's try it tomorrow morning, or the stinky boy will have to complain that I eat alone." After moving her muscles, Song Yao smiled helplessly and went back to the room.

slept too late, Song Yao woke up the next morning, but saw Song Yuanbao stepping on a stool, wanting to open the cauldron.

"it, it's early!" Song Yao yawned and entered the small kitchen and asked, "Why did you get up so early?" Have you washed up? ”

"It's fragrant." Song Yuanbao replied, holding the pot with both hands and said, "Mother, open it up and take a look, is the tempeh fish you made all the paste?" Why did you just let me go back to sleep? The mother is so confused, she must not be optimistic about the pot. ”

The corners of Song Yao's mouth twitched, and she didn't bother to argue with her son about who was the confused worm, so she reached out and opened the steaming drawer and took out the crockpot inside.

"I don't know how it tastes, so I'm going to get a pair of chopsticks." While Song Yao opened the seal, she didn't forget to instruct her son to run errands.

"It's ready." Song Yuanbao pushed the chopsticks in front of him over, and said seriously: "I'll taste the first bite first, in case of poison, it will also poison my mother." ”

"Gluttonous cat!" Song Yao laughed, pushed the crockpot in front of Song Yuanbao, and said with his arms around his chest: "Little gourmet, please comment." ”

"Ahem!" Song Yuanbao pretended to straighten his small body, sandwiched a piece of soft fish meat into the bowl, took a small bite lightly, and suddenly widened his eyes.

Seeing that Song Yuanbao didn't react for a long time, Song Yao was so frightened that he hurriedly patted him on the back, and asked anxiously, "Smash, what's wrong with you?" Did you get stuck in a fish bone? Let's go, my mother will take you to see the doctor. ”

Saying that, Song Yao picked up Song Yuanbao, but heard Song Yuanbao crying: "My mother must not love Yuanbao anymore, such a delicious thing, I have always refused to make it for Yuanbao to eat, Yuanbao still thinks that what I ate before is the best, and my mother is hiding it at all!" ”

Looking at her son who was doing things speechlessly, Song Yao's eyes narrowed slightly, with a look of danger coming.

Knowing that he was playing big, Song Yuanbao buried his head in Song Yao's shoulder to wipe away his tears, gave a thumbs up and said: "This is the most delicious fish my son has ever eaten, a fish is not expensive to sell for one or two silver, my mother should hurry up and set the price, Yuanbao promises not to go to bed early at night in the future, is it okay to help my mother make fish every day?" ”

"Stinky boy, if you dare to scare the old lady again, be careful that you don't have anything to eat!" Putting down her son, Song Yaohu said with a grimace: "Deduct your salary today, and go to the market to order more fish later." ”

I tasted the fish backbone, although it was not as delicious as the tempeh dace made in the pressure cooker in the previous life, the bones and meat were soft and could be eaten, and I never had to worry about being stuck by the fish bones, and the taste was chic.

"Remember, no matter what kind of fish it is, we'll take it all and let the fishmongers kill it and send it to the backyard." Song Yao had a score in her heart, so she planned to make a big deal, but now she urgently needed to earn money to supplement the manor.

Song Yuanbao nodded vigorously, indicating that he remembered that although he was a little distressed about the salary of a penny, he thought that his family had more income, and Song Yuanbao was still happy.

Although his silver is his own, his mother's silver will be hiss sooner or later!

After breakfast, Song Yao began to mix noodles, and after preparing all the amounts to be used today, she continued to make tempeh.

The soybeans soaked overnight were cooked, the beans were put into the jar, placed under the eaves to ferment, and the water in which the beans were boiled and salted were put in the coolest corner of the warehouse for later use, so that Song Yao had time to prepare vegetables and other spare dishes.

"Mrs. Song got up late today, and I have finished washing the dishes." Sister-in-law Wang, who was working in the back kitchen, saw Song Yao coming, and thought she had just gotten up, so she stepped forward with a smile and put Song Yao's reconciled noodles on the noodle table.

"I'll do this thing, Sister-in-law Wang went to the grain store and asked them to send a bag of peanuts and two bags of soybeans." Song Yao didn't explain what she was busy with, and told Sister-in-law Wang to place an order.

As for the grain store, it is Song Yao's long-term* one, and the price can also be more favorable, and Song Yao has always paid the bill in person.

"Hey! Then I'll go. Sister-in-law Wang wiped her hands, unbuttoned her apron and went out.

After glancing at the ingredients in the kitchen, Song Yao began to prepare, so as not to be too busy when it came to the meal for a while.

The noodle restaurant has only been open for a month, and Song Yao focuses on noodles and a few side dishes that can be stir-fried quickly, as well as a few cold dishes, which are not rich in content.

Although Sister-in-law Wang can help with the work, there are still too many jobs to do, and Song Yao often hates to grow three heads and six arms, and she also has plans to make a cold salad platter.

Although the dishes on the platter may not be sold out every day, as long as the quantity is not very large, it can save a certain amount of time, and the profit is not small.

Tempeh catfish, tempeh crucian carp, spiced peanuts, and lo-mei are a few of the ones that Song Yao plans to officially launch, each of which is a dish that will not be bad after being made and sold for two or three days, so that she only needs to be busy every day.

As for the back kitchen, Sister-in-law Wang is a good helper, and she can be completely competent in cooking noodles.

"Mother, what are you thinking? I've spoken to you several times, and you ignore me. After Song Yuanbao came back, he looked at Song Yao with an aggrieved expression.

"My mother is thinking about recruiting people, and I only rely on my mother to be in charge, and I can't last long." After Song Yao answered, she asked, "Have you talked to the fishmonger?" ”

"Well, let's say okay, I'll send it over when I've killed the fish in a while." Song Yuanbao helped break the washed greens, and said seriously: "Hire someone, my mother is too tired to be alone, if Yuanbao is a little older, I can help my mother, but not yet." ”

"Yuanbao is already very capable, I can help my mother collect cash, so that my mother can cook in the back kitchen with confidence!" Song Yao gave affirmation and took the opportunity to educate: "When Yuanbao grows up, let's open a big restaurant, and then Yuanbao will be the big boss, you must learn to do arithmetic, you know?" ”

"Well, Yuanbao knows, then my mother won't have to be in charge, I will let my mother be an old lady, and let my mother and maid wait." Song Yuanbao patted his chest and said.

"Then the mother will wait for that day." Song Yao chuckled, looking at Song Yuanbao's obviously fleshy face, and her heart was warm.

Since the crossing, whether it is the poor who can't eat, or the current busy, as long as she sees Song Yuanbao's black and white eyes, Song Yao feels that life is beautiful, and she also has her own relatives.