scolded in his mouth, but he walked into the house without delay, and pulled Du Chunxia up when he entered the house, "What are you doing, get up!"

"Sister-in-law!" Du Chunxia wanted to thank her again, but how could a word of thank you replace the gratitude in her heart. But not to mention that I couldn't help it, "Sister-in-law, I don't know how to thank you and the landed brother, I don't have any ability, I can only do the work in the fields, and my sister-in-law and the landed brother have something to do in the future, just greet me."

"Okay, I'm too busy, I'll definitely ask you to help, you sit first, sit down until you talk well." He Guixiang pulled Du Chunxia to sit down again, and then looked at Li Youdi, "I see that you haven't been the village chief for a few years, but you are a lot bolder, you dare to lie about this kind of thing, the whole village has been blinded by you, if it weren't for Chunxia to come, you would have to keep it a secret from me, if it is known in the future, what do I think you will do?"

Although He Guixiang pitied Du Chunxia, he still complained a little about Li Youdi's approach, and now Mrs. Feng blames him for the matter of Dagang's father and mother, and if he knows that the two of them have not separated, he must blame him even more, and then his family will have a hundred mouths, I am afraid that they will not be able to tell.

"The three of us know this, you can control your mouths, but don't say it." After Li Youdi said this, his heart was also a little lighter.

Du Chunxia hurriedly said, "I know, I definitely won't say anything, even if I don't say anything from Dagang's father, I just think it's really gone, Brother Di helps me like this, if I don't know what to do, I'm not even as good as a beast."

Coming out of Li Youdi's house, Du Chunxia was in a better mood. The next day, she brought the rice cakes she made to Han's house to thank her.

Du Chunxia made rice cakes to thank her, and Mo Ziyun and Song Nanzhi were also busy sending the food they had prepared to Han's house.

After breakfast, Mo Ziyun pulled her grandmother into the stove room, saying that she wanted to try what else she could eat with red lotus powder.

After entering the stove room, Song Nanzhi added water to the red lotus powder and mixed it thoroughly according to what Mo Ziyun said, and prepared to wait for the pot to be ready.

Song Nanzhi was mixing the red lotus powder, while Mo Tingyu was boiling water in the stove, waiting for the red lotus flour to go to the pot.

And Mo Ziyun accompanied the two of them in the stove room and talked, "Grandma, when we make a new way to eat red lotus noodles, we can sell them for money again."

"If only I could make it." Thinking of being able to eat more to make money, Song Nanzhi's face blossomed with joy, but he didn't know if he could make it.

Mo Ziyun smiled and replied, "I can definitely make it."

"Yes, we can do it if we say we can do it." Song Nanzhi replied to her words, but it wasn't all about dealing with her, didn't the luncheon meat and roast duck all be made?

"The water is boiling." Mo Tingyu, who was burning the fire in the stove, stood up and shouted to the old woman.

"Here we are." Song Nanzhi came to the stove with the mixed red powder.

"Wanyun, I'm down." Song Nanzhi made sure that she was listening to her granddaughter no matter what she did.

"Well, grandma poured slowly, be careful of burning your hands." Mo Ziyun replied.

"Why is this discolored? Still slimy?" Song Nanzhi looked at the red lotus noodles poured into the pot and suddenly changed, "It's the same as the vegetable soup last time, it has become transparent."

For this cold powder, Mo Aster didn't have a lot of ideas, and the result of thinking about it was that she had a whim to mix it and mix it with shredded meat, and poured the red lotus powder into the vegetable soup to be cooked, saying that she wanted to try it to see if it would make the dish more tender.

The last pot of clear soup naturally turned into a sticky soup, and of course, this pot of soup ended up in everyone's stomach, and I thought it was delicious.

Taking advantage of this crooked attack, which was actually the opportunity to find out by herself, Mo Ziyun picked up Song Nanzhi and began to create a new way to eat red lotus powder.

After Song Nanzhi's words, Mo Ziyun leaned forward with a curious expression, "It's really changed!"

"It's no wonder that the fried meat and luncheon meat don't show that there is white red root, but it turns out to be transparent." Mo Ziyun pretended to be suddenly enlightened and said.

"Grandma, you stir it with chopsticks, so that the one that is poured first and the one that falls later cannot be cooked together." In fact, it makes the red lettuce flour poured into the water more evenly with the water in the pot

Homogeneous fusion.

After hearing this, Song Nanzhi immediately took chopsticks and came over to the pot and stirred it.

Mo Aster stood on her toes and couldn't see what the cold powder in the pot was, yes, what I had to do today was red lotus jelly.

In the first pot, there is not much red lotus flour in the pot, and the result is a little like rice soup.

Song Nanzhi scooped out the red lotus noodle soup like rice soup and put it on the board to dry, preparing to add some vegetable leaves to it for a while, just like last time, boiled into soup to eat, it can't be wasted.

In the second pot, there was more red lotus flour than in the first pot, not only very sticky, but also very dry, Song Nanzhi looked at the slimy red lotus flour in the pot, "Wanyun, how can you eat this slimy?"

Mo Ziyun stretched out her head and looked into the pot, "Grandma, let's scoop it out and put it in the pot, and we will compare it later to see which pot is more delicious."

A pot of thin and a pot of dry is naturally Mo Aster's idea, and after comparison, I know what I can make, and it also makes the cold powder appear unobtrusively.

After drying for more than half an hour, the thinner ones were slightly better than before, and then looking at the dried red lotus powder, the slimy red lotus flour became tight, and the hands were elastic to the touch, Song Nanzhi asked in surprise, "Wanyun, why did it become like this?"

Mo Ziyun also thought of a good explanation: "It must be because the red lotus flour is sticky, it can stick the meat foam and not disperse, and a pot full of red lotus flour must all stick together."

Otherwise, it cannot be explained that this is because the starch begins to gelatinize when exposed to heat, and then turns into a viscous colloidal solution.

"Grandma, you cut a piece for me, what can I try?"

Song Nanzhi was a little worried, "Can you still eat this?"

"Why can't you eat it? Don't we have all the luncheon meat and fried meat we eat?"

Song Nanzhi thought about it, but she still didn't cut it for Mo Ziyun to eat, so she cut a piece and put it in her mouth first.

After eating for a while, I felt that there was nothing, so I fed Mo Ziyun a small piece.

Mo Ziyun ate the braised jelly in her mouth, "It's tasteless, it's not delicious."

After finishing speaking, he immediately said, "Grandma, it will definitely be delicious if you mix it, you can cut a bowl and try it."

"What to do?"

Song Nanzhi asked habitually.

"Mix it like a cold dish."

After Mo Ziyun answered, Mo Tingyu had something to say, "You said that you have been cooking for most of your life, and you asked Wan Wan how to mix it?" Isn't this an obvious thing, I need to ask something!"

Song Nanzhi said, "Why don't you come?"

"Aren't I burning a fire?"

Mo Ziyun looked at the two of them with a smile, and waited for Song Nanzhi to mix before interrupting, "Milk, taste it again."

Song Nanzhi looked at her anxiously: "The mixture of oil, oil, salt and salt must be delicious." I took a piece of cold powder mixed with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar with the chopsticks and fed it to Mo Ziyun's mouth.

Mo Ziyun opened her mouth and ate it into her mouth, and then praised, "It's delicious."

If you want to say how delicious it is, it is naturally not very delicious! Mo Aster doesn't like to eat jelly very much, and then there is an incomplete seasoning, and the taste is naturally not much better!

It's just that there is no cold powder here, the same is to eat fresh, and when the seasoning is mixed more completely, the taste will be better.

Liangfen is an experiment, but we have to make persistent efforts, and the next thing is vermicelli.

After tasting the cold powder, Mo Aster continued, "Grandma, let's try to see if the red lotus noodles can be made into noodles."

In order to make it easier to eat noodles, instead of having to spend time and effort on mixing, rolling, and cutting noodles every time you want to eat, we put all the processes in advance, mix more noodles at one time, make noodles, dry them and store them, and boil them directly in a pot under water when you want to eat them.

Song Nanzhi looked at the red lotus powder in the pot that had not yet been cooked, "What are you doing? If you hold it in your hand, it will leak, and you can't roll it out into pieces like noodles and cut it into strips."

"Grandma, you pour a little bit into the pot first to see if it sticks together." Mo Ziyun thought for a moment before saying.

"Then I'll boil another pot of water." Then Mo Tingyu walked again

Prepare a fire under the stove.

Mo Tingyu boiled water again, while Song Nanzhi continued to mix her cold powder, preparing to send a bowl to Han's house later.

There wasn't much water in the pot, and after a while, the water boiled, and Mo Tingyu shouted again, "The water is boiling!"

Then Song Nanzhi turned to the stove with the adjusted bowl of red vermiche noodles, and then Mo Tingyu stood up, "You pour the bowl a little diagonally, pour it into a thread, and if it sticks to the pot for a while, it won't look like noodles."

Mo Ziyun gave her grandfather a big thumbs up in her heart, the wisdom of the working people!

Song Nanzhi said angrily: "If you want you to say, it's not that I don't know that you burn your fire."

"You know, you know why do you still ask?"

According to what Mo Tingyu said, Song Nanzhi tilted the mouth of the bowl a little, and then the powder in the bowl flowed into the pot like a line, but the line was much thicker.

Mo Ziyun saw the powder in the pot, and couldn't wait to ask, "Grandma, do you want to see if it's a strip first?"

"You're in a hurry!" Song Nanzhi said angrily, "I just entered the pot, why wait a while."

Mo Ziyun pursed her lips, "I can't see it!"

One sentence made the two elders laugh again, and Mo Tingyu immediately got up and hugged his granddaughter, "Grandpa hug it up and see."

Mo Ziyun hugged her grandfather's cheek and kissed her, "Grandpa is so good."

Song Nanzhi pretended to be jealous, "Grandpa is good, grandma is not good?"

"Grandma, too!"

If it weren't for the fact that grandma was still holding a bowl in her hand, Mo Ziyun would definitely reach out and hug her grandmother's neck and kiss it. Then looked into the pot, although the light in the room was a little worse, and the powder became transparent after entering the pot, Mo Ziyun could still see clearly, who made the noodles in the pot too thick!

"Grandma, it's in a row." Mo Ziyun screamed excitedly.

"No, it's really ready." Song Nanzhi also grinned happily.

"If only it were a little more detailed." Then Mo Ziyun raised the shortcomings, "Grandpa, is there any way to leak a lot of thin strips at the same time?"

"It's not easy, just find a gourd to poke some small eyes."

So, Mo Tingyu had another task, which was to find a gourd melon to eye.

I didn't rush to find Big Eyes now, Song Nanzhi took the bowl and poured the remaining red lotus noodles into the pot, and there was still a bowl when the pot was raised, "Grandma, the white taste is not delicious, let's mix it like noodles and try it."

"Okay, I'll mix it up for you, eat less, and I'll have to eat later."

Although she was very nostalgic for the taste of hot and sour noodles in her previous life, the bowl in front of her was about to catch up with the noodles as thick as her little finger, and Mo Ziyun didn't have much appetite, so she obediently responded, "Well, I'll only eat a little."

After tasting a little bit of the cold noodles and vermicelli, he was ready to send the made cold noodles to the Han family, "Wan Wan, let your godmother mix and eat them by themselves!"

"Your godmother can cook, she mixes it better."

Mo Ziyun said that grandma's mix was also delicious, but then there was another but, "But godfathers and godmothers have different tastes from us, so it's okay to let godmothers mix them themselves!"

After her words, Song Nanzhi's hand immediately hit Mo Ziyun's head, poked it and said, "You just say that your milk is not as delicious as your godmother, you have to find some excuses."

Mo Ziyun hugged her milk's legs, rubbed them, and resolutely refused to admit the thoughts in her heart, and said, "Grandma just makes it delicious."

Song Nanzhi looked at her granddaughter hanging on her lap like a kitten, and was amused by her with a smile on her face, and continued to laugh with her in a good mood, saying, "Okay, I'm doing well, I'll go and mix a big bowl for your godmother and them, so that they can taste the taste of my mix."

Mo Ziyun nodded again and again, "Okay, I'll accompany grandma."

After all, I didn't finish the mixed cold powder, not only did I not mix it, but it was only a large piece, and I didn't cut it into small pieces.

What's the mix? Cut big and cut small? Let Yu Silian figure it out herself.

"Godmother!" When she entered the courtyard of the Han family, Mo Ziyun shouted, and she found that she was now more and more accustomed to shouting loudly when she entered the door.

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