When Su Qinghe woke up, the sky was just dawning, and the rooster crows fluctuated from time to time.

At the end of April, it was already summer, but it had been raining a lot lately, and the morning air was humid and cold.

As usual, when the old lady came back from buying pork, she sat on a chair under the porch, looking at the distant mountains in the morning like a statue.

Footsteps sounded in her ears, and a figure appeared in the afterglow, she turned her head to look, and whispered, "The pork has been bought," and then turned her head again, continuing to look at the mountains that she was not tired of.

Su Qinghe nodded and walked to the kitchen, there was a red plastic bag on the eucalyptus table, Su Qinghe took a look, there were pork ribs, lean meat and pork powder sausages in it, and there was a handful of fresh green onions next to it, and at a glance, he knew that the old lady had just gone to the vegetable field to pick it up.

Whatever the old lady bought, Su Qinghe did, and the breakfast porridge was cooked in a clay pot and a pot of lean pork powder porridge did not run.

Clean up the sausages first, the pigs raised by the pork old man are slaughtered and sold, the old lady is experienced, and the sausages bought back are thick and white, Su Qinghe praised the good things in his heart, so he grabbed the sausages with two fingers, squeezed out the contents from top to bottom, and then put them under the faucet to flush and rinse.

After washing, cut off the excess grease, leaving a little bit, then cut off the sausages and put them on a plate to marinate with oil and salt.

Next, the lean meat is processed, divided into two, one part is used to cook porridge, and the other part is chopped to try to make rice rolls, although Su Qinghe does not have the confidence to make delicious rice rolls, but there will be no waste of materials, and the minced lean meat can also be kneaded into meat balls and put in a stew pot to stew soup for obedient drinking.

Lean meats are likewise marinated on a plate.

The ribs are taken to the refrigerator to keep fresh, and at noon depending on the situation, we will decide whether to cook soup or what to do.

When Su Qinghe came out of the house and walked into the kitchen, the old lady also followed, "Is it handled, okay, you can quickly figure out what kind of rice noodles of yours, I'll cook porridge." ”

Su Qinghe nodded and said, "Okay, then you can come, lean pork powder porridge, use clay pot ang!" ”

"I still need you to teach?" The old lady scolded with a smile, raising her slap and making a gesture to beat, "Cook for a year, see what you can, I've been doing it all my life, do you think I'm scared?" ”

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"Aren't you going to have to get scared?" Su Qinghe's eyes glanced at the old lady's raised slap, "Mother, you haven't eaten rice rolls, have you?" ”

"I don't even know what this cheong fun you are talking about, how do you know if you have eaten it or not." The old lady took a plate and went to wash the rice, "Anyway, I have eaten everything we have in Nanling Town, and I haven't eaten anything if I don't have it." ”

"Then I'll make it, you have to taste it." Su Qinghe said with a smile.

The old lady said disdainfully: "Aren't you also doing it for the first time, so confident that you can do it at one time?" ”

"You have to have faith, and you don't look at who I am." Su Qinghe was inconsistent, his heart was empty, but his face was calm, "I must have some talent in cooking, you didn't let me do it before." ”

"I think I usually have such a big mouth and love to brag, so I learned it from you." The old lady teased.

Su Qinghe smiled and stopped talking, if you don't succeed at a time, try it a few more times, anyway, it's still early, you can always make it, but I don't dare to guarantee whether the taste is good or not.

There was a plastic bucket on the side of the eucalyptus platform, Su Qinghe took away the antimony pot that was buckled upside down, reached out and took out a handful of rice into the bucket, and soaked the old rice overnight, which could be broken without too much effort.

Chen rice was found by Su Qinghe when he was tidying up the utility room before, and after asking the old lady, he found out that it was the rice she bought the year before last, very cheap rice, with a relatively high starch content, and the taste was much worse than that of refined rice when cooking.

It was also because of this bag of rice that Su Qinghe knew that the old lady was still hiding a.

Since beating him to make money, he gave the old lady a bank card, asking the old lady to buy more good food from time to time, worried that she was used to being thrifty, Su Qinghe also called back from time to time to ask Su Qingchi what kind of dishes he usually eats and whether he eats well.

However, the old lady had a set of faces and secrets, Su Qingchi was already in high school at that time, and he only went home once a month, when Su Qingchi was at home, he ate good food and good food, and as soon as Su Qingchi returned to school, the old lady ate the cheapest rice, and she didn't even buy much meat to eat.

The bag of rice that Su Qinghe turned out was because he told the old lady before he came back that the old lady didn't have time to eat it, and she forgot about it after a long time.

Even if Su Qinghe turned it out and asked her, her initial statement was that she bought it to feed the chickens.

Su Qinghe really planned to feed the chickens later, but when he turned around and made a fuss with the obedient girl, he forgot that this time he wanted to try to make rice noodles, and he needed to beat rice milk with old rice, so he remembered it again.

There are too many tutorials on the Internet, and this time he plans to try pure rice milk first, and all raw and cooked pulp and cornstarch are lined up in the back.

Pour the soaked aged rice into the wall breaker, add water in proportion, and filter the beaten rice milk through a sieve.

Find a large tray of chicken that usually burns paper, brush it with a layer of peanut oil, put a spoonful of rice milk in it and spread it evenly, because it is an attempt, so he did not put the ingredients such as meat foam and eggs, and he didn't even make soul sauce.

The pot of the induction cooker can not fit the big tray, but it's okay, there is a big wok, there is a big wok, make a fire to boil water, put a tripod bracket inside after the water boils, put the big tray on it, cover the pot, open the lid after a minute, the rice milk is steamed and weighed into the powder, and the big bag is cooked.

Su Qinghe's memory was not bad in the first place, but now it is even better, he remembers the tutorial he watched last night, and every step is done in strict accordance with the tutorial.

That's it, the foundation scraped with a spatula is tattered and tattered, and there is no appearance at all.

"Mother, do you see it, I said that I have a little talent in cooking." Su Qinghe held a plate and showed his first results to the old lady.

The old lady said in disgust: "What are you doing?" ”

"It doesn't matter how it looks, at least I made it, didn't I?" Su Qinghe picked it up with a fast child and stuffed it into his mouth, how to say this taste, not very good, if he goes to open a store to buy rice rolls, put aside the appearance, the guest can tell him to find a factory to work after taking a bite.

Looking at Su Qinghe's wonderful face, the old lady turned her head and couldn't bear to look at it directly.

"Mother, it's not unpalatable!" Su Qinghe hurriedly saved his respect.

"You're blind to me?" The old lady didn't look back, "I'm old, but my eyes don't send." ”

Su Qinghe explained: "I really don't lie to you, in fact, the gap between me and what I expected is quite large, and it can still be eaten." ”

The old lady said mercilessly, "As long as it is cooked, of course you can eat it." ”

"I'll try a few more times, and you'll see how much you love to eat it later, and I promise that if you eat the rice rolls I made, you won't like to eat the porridge you cooked." Su Qinghe said.

"Huh!"

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Obediently woke up early today, she turned over, saw that her mother was still sleeping, raised her head, looked over her mother's body, her father's sleeping place was empty, thinking that last night her father promised to make food for her today, she slowly climbed out of bed, put on her beloved mouse slippers and looked back, and saw that she did not wake up her mother, so she ran out.

went straight to the kitchen, hugged Su Qinghe's thighs when he entered, and looked at the big woks of the earthen stove, "Dad~ Is that powder ready~~"

"It's such a snack, let's find something to eat together." Su Qinghe looked out, it turned out that it was already dawn, "Go and call Mom to get up and ask her to help you brush your teeth." ”

"No~ I ate the powder first and then brushed my teeth~~" Worried that Su Qinghe would not agree, he obediently added, "Mommy has a baby in her belly~ She has to sleep with two people by herself~ It's so hard~~"

"Okay."

Su Qinghe took out the tray from the pot, and the spatula seemed to be a little skilled in scraping the foundation, but he looked at it obediently, and frowned.

She couldn't figure out how Dad did it, the powder that looked so beautiful when it first came out of the pot was so ugly when it was put on a plate?