"I'm going to eat lean meat!" Mo Ziyun looked at Song Nanzhi coquettishly with a pouted mouth, there is a lot of fat and oil, but lean meat is more rich in protein, for their health, and for the sake of not growing into a chubby girl, this habit and cognition of eating fat must be slowly corrected.

Song Nanzhi looked at his little granddaughter, and his heart softened into a mess of mud, "Okay, good, give me lean meat to eat." Although she thinks that this lean meat is not oily and watery, and it is not delicious, her granddaughter does not like to eat it, so she can only rely on her. After saying that, he turned around and wanted to get the lean and fat meat he bought.

After Song Nanzhi turned around to get the meat in the cabinet, Mo Ziyun pulled Mo Li to the backyard, "Let's go wash some red lotus for us, Brother Qingyuan, you help us fetch water."

Murong Qingyuan responded, "Okay."

Song Nanzhi took out the pickled meat from the cabinet and watched the three of them walk towards the courtyard, even though he knew that they would be careful, he still inevitably admonished, "Be careful!"

Murong Qingyuan responded, "Grandma, don't worry, I'll watch them."

Song Nanzhi put the meat on the board and asked, "Wanyun, what do you want to do with this meat?"

Mo Ziyun took the red lotus picked up from under the eaves in her hand and ran back to the house, looking at the meat on the board, it was estimated that there was a pound of weight, which was not much, so she finished it all at once, and replied, "Chop it into minced meat." z.br>

When Song Nanzhi heard that it was minced meat, he thought it was to make meat balls to eat, "Do you want to eat meat balls?" Meat balls can't be all fat, looking at the meat under his hands, half fat and half thin are suitable for eating meat balls.

Mo Ziyun shook her head and said, "It's not meat balls, it's another delicious one, grandma chops the meat into minced meat first, and then makes the others." After saying that, he ran to the backyard again, put the red lotus in his hand into the wooden basin by the well, and ran to get several of them after putting them down.

Mo Li washed the red lotus in the basin, and while washing, he watched Mo Ziyun take several more and reminded him, "Wanyun, enough! With so much red root, we won't be able to eat it all!"

There are a lot of red roots, but there will not be a lot of starch filtered out, even if there is a lot of filtered out, this time it will not be used up, it will not be bad if it is dried and kept to eat slowly, and when you fry shredded meat, the meat will be tender and refreshing, "not much."

After washing more than 20 red lotus, Song Nanzhi was still chopping the meat, Mo Ziyun looked at the meat on the board and estimated that it would take a while to chop it well, so she said, "I'll go to the godmother's house to borrow a knife to cut the red lotus."

After Mo Ziyun finished speaking, she ran to the door of the stove room without waiting for Song Nanzhi to speak, and ran to the courtyard of the Han family in a hurry and shouted, "Godmother!"

As soon as Mo Ziyun's words were finished, Han Chunlin ran out, "Sister Wanyun!"

"Brother Chunlin, my grandma is making something to eat, and I'll send it to you when it's ready."

"What's delicious?" As soon as Han Chunlin heard that there was something delicious, he immediately became interested.

"Keep it secret, you'll know when you eat." Mo Ziyun said mysteriously, in fact, she hadn't figured out how to choose a name yet.

"Is the godmother in the stove?" Mo Ziyun asked again.

"Sister, sister!" Han Qiulu staggered out.

When Mo Ziyun saw the swaying Han Qiulu, she ran over and pulled her, "Lulu, do you miss your sister?"

"Yes!" Han Qiulu hugged Mo Ziyun and replied.

Mo Ziyun stretched out her hand and gently stroked the top of Han Qiulu's hair, whenever this time she could understand why those adults always liked to touch the top of the little babies' heads, this trick was really useful, "Wan Wan, my sister will make something delicious for you to eat."

Han Qiulu showed two little rabbit teeth, "Eat, it's delicious!"

Yu Silian came out with a girdle and looked at Mo Ziyun with a little adult, and said with a smile on the corner of her mouth, "What delicious do you make again?"

Mo Ziyun looked at Yu Silian, and after Han Chunlin asked, Mo Ziyun quickly turned her brain again, and after a quick turn, she said, "Godmother, we are making meatloaf!" Anyway, it's okay to say hamburgers and sandwiches as patties and luncheon meats as patties.

After saying this, I also feel that the name of the meatloaf is not only a little ugly, but it is actually very appropriate.

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After Si Lian got closer, she reached out and tapped Mo Ziyun's forehead, and said with a smile, "Return the meatloaf! I think you're trying to make yourself a fat cake!"

Mo Ziyun shouted disobediently, "Don't, I don't want to be a fat cake, I'm a little fairy!" My sister and I are little fairies!" When the words came out, Mo Ziyun was very ashamed of the "innocence" she pretended!

"Okay, okay, you're not a fat cake, you're a little fairy." Yu Silian stretched out her hand and touched Mo Ziyun's head, and said dotingly.

After a few words of laughter, Mo Ziyun finally got down to business, "Godmother, do you still use a kitchen knife?" Grandma is chopping meat, and we still have a lot of red lotus to cut, so I'll borrow a kitchen knife to cut it."

Yu Silian said, "No need, I'll get it for you." After speaking, he turned around and walked to the stove room, and when he came out again, he already had a bright kitchen knife in his hand, "Let's go, I'll send it to you!"

Mo Ziyun reached over, "I can take it!"

How could Yu Silian let her little baby hold a knife and said, "I'll go and see what you guys are making delicious food?"

Mo Ziyun immediately responded, "Okay." After speaking, he took Yu Silian's hand.

Yu Silian also took Mo Ziyun's little hand in the palm of her hand, and said to Han Chunlin, "Take care of my sister, I'll come back when I go."

Han Chunlin responded, "Okay."

After Yu Silian arrived at the Mo family's stove room, she turned around and went back after saying a few words to Song Nanzhi, Song Nanzhi said, "Qingyuan, you take the knife and cut it slowly, don't let the two sisters take the knife."

"Okay." Murong Qingyuan took the kitchen knife in his hand and turned his head to look at Mo Ziyun, "How do you cut this?"

It's all about slag, you can cut it at will, "Cut it as you like, cut it into small pieces first, and then grind the small pieces into slag later."

"What's the use of grinding into slag?" Song Nanzhi asked.

"Grandma, I need the starch in the red lettuce." Mo Ziyun replied.

"Powder? What's the powder?" Song Nanzhi didn't understand what the little granddaughter meant.

Mo Ziyun explained, "Grandma, don't we usually see a white pulp coming out after we cut the red roots?"

Song Nanzhi nodded, "There's a white pulp coming out."

"This white pulp is starch." After speaking, he turned his head to Murong Qingyuan and said, "Brother Qingyuan, you cut a few pieces first."

Murong Qingyuan took the kitchen knife and slowly cut it at the red lotus, as Mo Ziyun said, he cut a few pieces very casually and asked, "Is this okay?"

Mo Ziyun nodded, then reached out and put the red lotus cut into small pieces into the bowl, then took a scoop and scooped a small half bowl of water into the bowl, and then took out the red lotus in the bowl after a slight trance with the bowl, and then put the water aside, "You can see the starch in the bowl in a while, but if you want more starch, you still have to grind the red lotus into slag."

At the time of tea, after Mo Ziyun poured out the water in the bowl, everyone saw that the bottom of the bowl was covered with a white layer, pointed to the bottom of the bowl and said, "This is starch, and stir-frying in the meat, it can make the meat tender and delicious."

"How do you know?" Murong Qingyuan asked, and when the words fell, Song Nanzhi also looked at Mo Ziyun.

"I dreamed of it." Mo Ziyun replied seriously.

Murong Qingyuan couldn't believe that what he heard was actually a dream, and Song Nanzhi also looked incredulous, "How can a dream be taken seriously?"

Murong Qingyuan also said, "Why didn't you say earlier that you knew it in a dream?"

Mo Ziyun looked straightforward, "You didn't ask me earlier."

"Wanyun, everything in the dream is false, we can't believe it!" Song Nanzhi said.

Mo Ziyun was puzzled, "It's not fake, it's true, the vegetable cake was also eaten in my dream."

"Didn't you say that you saw vegetable cakes in books?" Song Nanzhi said.

"I saw it in a book in my dream, I saw it with minced meat, and I saw a lot of it, and when the meatloaf is ready, let's make other food, okay?" Mo Ziyun looked at Song Nanzhi.

Song Nanzhi wanted to explain to Mo Ziyun again that the dream was fake, but before he could say anything, Murong Qingyuan said, "If you don't do it well this time, it means that you can't believe in the dream, and you can't do whatever you dream about in the future

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Mo Ziyun looked at Murong Qingyuan and blinked, as if she was thinking about whether Murong Qingyuan's words were credible, and Song Nanzhi was also afraid that she would come to the stove room to cook food in the future, so she followed Murong Qingyuan's words this time: "Your brother Qingyuan is right, let's try again, if you don't get it right this time, you can't dream about it again in the future."

Anyway, I didn't think of getting anything else for the time being, so Mo Ziyun pretended to be obedient and responded, "Hmm!" But this time I still have to promise, "This time I will do what I say."

Murong Qingyuan looked at Song Nanzhi, "Grandma, anyway, we have all done our part, just do what Wan Wan said, so that she can know that the dream is different from the reality."

Song Nanzhi already relied on Mo Ziyun for everything, and there was Murong Qingyuan's persuasion, so he nodded and said, "Okay, anyway, my meat is almost chopped."

Murong Qingyuan continued, "Then I'll continue to cut, and we'll grind after cutting." After finishing speaking, he took the kitchen knife and cut two more pieces, and then said to Mo Ziyun, "This is very noisy, you go to the front room to see your eldest cousin and them, and see if they are serious about writing." Murong Qingyuan said.

Mo Ziyun thought that she had nothing to do here, and responded, "Okay, I'll go and stare at my eldest brother and write."

Mo Li said, "I boil water and cook rice."

Murong Qingyuan has never done anything on the stove, even if he is studying seriously and diligently, but after Song Nanzhi played with minced meat, he only cut a few, Song Nanzhi shook his somewhat sore wrist, "You go and rest, I'll cut it."

Murong Qingyuan didn't intend to waste any more time, and said, "Okay, I'll go grind." If you want to grind the red root into slag, you must use a stone grinder, and the grinding is simpler.

The three of them were busy until Mo Li had made lunch, and the starch hadn't been made yet, but they watched