Qi Ling gently bit the meatball in his mouth, and suddenly a stream of soup mixed with umami was revealed.

However, there is not much soup in this kind of soup, and there is no anti-customer, and the most attractive thing is still the deliciousness and thickness of the meat.

In modern times, Qi Ling has eaten many kinds of meatballs, and the most common and favorite is peeing cow balls.

This name was only known to Qi Ling when he watched the movie before, although the actual peeing cow pills are not as exaggerated as in the movie, and can be used to play table tennis, but it is indeed very elastic.

At the very least, if you put it down from mid-air and hit a flat surface, it will bounce back, although not very much. It also shows how refreshing its taste is.

It is said that you can't cut the beef with a knife to make this beef ball, and it is said that this will destroy the fiber of the meat and cause a poor taste in the end.

Therefore, a whole piece of meat is repeatedly beaten with a stick so that the final texture can be made.

The most attractive soup is that the shrimp meat is crushed into a puree, and together with other seasonings, it is made into a crystal jelly, cut into thin pieces, and wrapped inside.

When it is finally cooked, the soup will be splashed, so it is named "peeing cow balls." ”

In addition to this peeing beef ball, there are also various fish balls, shrimp balls, which are all good ingredients for eating hot pot.

And because Qi Ling's grandmother is from the north, she will give them "fried crispy meat" every Spring Festival or major solar terms.

This is also equivalent to a kind of meatball in disguise, but the meat in this crispy meat is very large, and the shape is not round, so I feel an inexplicable refreshing feeling when I eat it.

When Qi Ling was young, there were not many people in the Sichuan and Shu regions who ate this, and later when the hot pot began to prevail throughout the country, the custom of eating hot pot with this small crispy meat came from nowhere.

But the fried meatballs made by Uncle Zhao that Qi Ling ate today tasted different from before.

The outside is charred and the inside is tender, and the outside is a layer of crispy shell that has been fried by oil temperature, but the inside is still very soft like boiled meat filling, so the poor taste produced by this softness and hardness is very impressive.

"Woohoo, delicious, delicious, it seems that I still underestimate Uncle Zhao's cooking skills on weekdays."

Qi Ling didn't wait for himself to swallow all the final things, so he couldn't help but praise Chengzi.

Although this is praising Uncle Zhao and the balls he made, for Chengzi, he is as happy as if Qi Ling was praising himself just now.

Qi Ling saw that the kid's mouth was still dry, not at all as if he had just eaten fried meatballs, and seeing that there were only a few left in his bowl, he guessed that he hadn't eaten it himself.

It seems that he should have let go of the people around him, this filial piety, he is not wrong, he is a good boy.

"Okay, Chengzi, I've already eaten it, don't let the rest go, take it yourself and eat it."

After thinking about it, Qi Ling added.

"Don't even think about keeping it for your milk, wouldn't it be better to just send her some freshly prepared meals at noon?"

Chengzi nodded, held his bowl, found a place beside Qi Ling, and sat down.

Qi Ling continued to crack the eggs while observing him casually.

Because he found that this Chengzi can be said to be an expression emperor, and the expression on his face changes faster than the weather.

Every time the child puts a ball in his mouth, he will show a heart-wrenching expression, and then when he tastes it, his face will turn into a full smile, and he will look very happy.

When I finally swallow the balls, it will become a very reluctant expression.

And then re-enact the process just now.

As it happened, as soon as he stood up with the empty bowl, Qi Ling had just processed all the eggs.

Two people, one holding a small bowl and the other holding a stall, walked to the front one after the other.

At this time, Uncle Zhao was already busy making the next dish of braised pork, this Qi Ling had tasted it before, and he knew that it was his specialty, so he was naturally not worried at all.

It's just that I feel that the freshly built earthen stove doesn't feel like it's enough for him to call it alone, and it seems a little little.

Because when Uncle Zhao is cooking, he will be completely like a different person, the whole person is radiant, and he can only see the silver afterimage of the kitchen knife when he cuts vegetables in his hands.

The inconvenience of his feet has also been shown after these days of training, and now he is much more skilled and natural than when he first went to Gu Jinfeng's house to cook.

In this way, it looks as if he is a normal person, and he is not dragged down by his own legs in the slightest.

Qi Ling looked at him like this, and sighed a little in his heart.

The current Uncle Zhao may be able to really get rid of his previous heart disease and be completely cured.

Seeing Qi Ling in a daze beside him, Uncle Zhao said to Qi Ling distractedly while not stopping the movements in his hands at all.

"Qi Ling, you are making braised pork in the firewood room now, and it just so happens that this earthen stove is also free, if you want to make your two dishes made of stinky toon, just do it now."

Qi Ling nodded, looked at the shadow of the big stone falling in front of Gu Jinfeng's door, and knew that it was almost noon now.

There is no such thing as a clock in this time and space, and ordinary people mostly tell the time by looking at the sun.

The eunuchs or the city use a water clock to keep track of the time, but the cost of this water clock is too expensive, so the people in the village naturally can't afford it.

Therefore, Qi Ling could only follow the people in the village to look at the position of the sun and estimate the time, but this was a little inaccurate, so she thought of the sun clock she saw in the history books and made a simple day.

It's not complicated to do this, you just need to set up a short stick or stone stick on a flat sun.

When the time comes, you can roughly judge the time by the shadow of the stick in the sun's rays and where it falls.

Of course, this is certainly not comparable to modern clocks and watches that are accurate to 0.0001 seconds, but it is still more accurate than just looking at the sun.

And Qi Ling was also very witty to make a simple mark on the stone with the result that he saw every time.

After a few times, she could roughly divide the entire circle of the stick into twelve small squares by virtue of the position of the shadow, so that the time could be roughly fixed.

Qi Ling looked at the current position, it was probably at more than ten o'clock, and the time when the villagers arrived should be more than eleven o'clock, so he knew that there was not much time left for his group.