Peach Blossom thought that Qi Ling wanted potato chips for other purposes, but she never thought that she wanted to fry potato chips.

What kind of food is this?

Because potatoes and cabbage radishes are actually the most common vegetables eaten by the villagers in autumn. So over the years, Peach Blossom thought that he had seen various ways to eat potatoes.

The simplest is that when the potatoes are just ripe, a roasted potato is made on the edge of the field, although some are tasteless, but the taste is fresh.

Then there is the fried shredded potatoes, stewed potatoes, and boiled potatoes that are common on the dinner table of the villagers' homes, which are not strange.

Some people even cook potatoes like sweet potatoes and then dry them and put them in their pockets to eat as a snack.

It's just that there are so many ways to eat, and Peach Blossom hasn't seen anyone fry potato chips yet.

But out of Qi Ling's blind belief, she felt that the potato chips must taste very good.

After frying, Qi Ling stuffed a piece into his mouth regardless of the hot mouth.

Because the potatoes at this time have been in the cellar for a winter, there is not much moisture in them, and they are full of starch, plus Aunt Zhao's excellent knife work, and the slices cut out are very thin.

These two points add up to make this potato chip crispy as soon as it is put into the oil pan.

You can hear a crunch when you bite into this mouth, and savor it carefully, although no seasoning has been added, just the original taste of potatoes, but it is enough to be reminiscent.

Qi Ling stuffed a few more pieces into his mouth, and didn't forget to hand them to Peach Blossom's mouth.

Peach Blossom took a bite, her eyes lit up, and she shouted with surprise.

"Sister Ling, I didn't expect this fried potato chips to be so delicious, as delicious as oil residue, no, it's even better than oil residue!"

Oily residue is the most crispy and delicious thing in the village, young and old, and even babbling children can't help but drool when they see others eating it.

Now that Peach Blossom has put the oil residue and the fried potato chips together, it is enough to see that the potato chips really give her a very good impression.

Although her evaluation was high, Qi Ling frowned.

Because she found that after eating a few slices in a row, her mouth felt a little greasy.

This is also inevitable, there is no air fryer here, so the potato chips will absorb more oil, and it is inevitable that you will get tired if you eat too much.

It's just that Qi Ling suddenly had an idea and came up with a way to alleviate this greasy.

She ran into the house and took out a small jar.

The jar contained nothing else, but hawthorn sauce made by herself given to her by an aunt in the workshop last time.

The aunt asked Qi Ling to use it to flush water and drink, saying that it was very good for the woman's body.

But recently, Qi Ling was so busy that he forgot about this thing, and he hasn't even opened it until now.

Why take out this hawthorn sauce?

Because think about modern times, what is the natural pair of french fries and potato chips, the best match?

Tomato sauce, of course!

Grab fries or potato chips dipped in sweet and sour tomato sauce, and anyone will have an appetite.

It's just that tomatoes were foreign in ancient times, and they were brought very late.

The time and space that Qi Ling traveled through was slower than the ancient development in history, how could there be such a thing.

So I can only find a substitute for tomato sauce, this hawthorn sauce can be said to taste the most similar to it, but the acidity is stronger, so it can be used instead.

Besides, if it's too sour, you can add some honey to it.

Qi Ling opened the jar in his hand, first took a spoon and gently scooped some of it, put it in his mouth, and smacked the taste.

I don't think it's as sour as I imagined, but the entrance is sour, and the aftertaste is sweet.

Since the taste was okay and there was no need to add any honey to taste it, Qi Ling scooped a few large spoons into the bowl.

I first took a slice and dipped it and ate it, and the taste was really different from just now.

Because the sour taste of hawthorn suppresses the greasy smell of the oil, the sweetness inside is more obvious than the umami taste of the potato.

So when these two things are combined, it can be regarded as an amazing taste.

Peach Blossom was attracted by Qi Ling's way of eating, and couldn't help but try it.

Although she thought it was strange, when she ate it, she gave up on it completely.

The two of you and I ate a lot in a while, but the others haven't even tasted it.

Before the contents of Peach Blossom's mouth could be swallowed, she whimpered and said to Qi Ling.

"Sister Ling, why don't we fry some more, I think this can be regarded as a dish, and it will definitely be very popular with children and women."

Qi Ling pondered for a while, and also felt that it wouldn't take much effort anyway, just fry a little more, he really couldn't finish eating, and he could take care of the rest.

It just so happens that this oil pot hasn't been taken down yet, and Aunt Zhao is idle this time.

Qi Ling simply asked her to continue cutting the potato, but this time Qi Ling had one more request.

"Aunt Zhao, this time, except for that kind of slice, you can help us cut a thin strip again, just a small thumb thick."

This is not a difficult thing for Aunt Zhao, not to mention that she watched Peach Blossom and Qi Ling eating and cooking, and she was very happy.

"Okay, even if I carry this potato today, you wait, I'll help you cut it in a while."

After she cut it, Qi Ling and Peach Blossom were busy blowing it up again.

For a while, I only heard the aroma of food wafting from the small courtyard, the firewood room and the two stoves in the middle of the courtyard.

According to Uncle Zhao's instructions, everyone was busy with the work in their hands, although the time was a little tight, but no one panicked because of this.

……

Finally at noon, Qi Ling had already finished all the dishes he should have made, and Uncle Zhao and the others were almost done, and only one or two dishes were still on the fire.

In order to welcome the guests who were coming in a while, Qi Ling also deliberately changed his clothes that were full of oil smoke just now. Together with Gu Jinfeng, they went to the gate in front and waited.

Because he hadn't seen Gu Jinfeng all morning, Qi Ling didn't know what he was busy with.

But after asking clearly, Qi Ling knew that Gu Jinfeng, who had not seen anyone in this morning's work, was not idle.

On the day of the beam, as usual, before eating, a handful of soil should be asked from door to door, and finally mixed together to be sprinkled at the door of the new house, which means peace and stability.

So Gu Jinfeng went to the door one by one with a wooden barrel to ask for soil this morning.