After dressing as a peasant girl, she owns a whole forest

Chapter 92 Classic Snacks
Xing'er was too full to eat and drink and was too lazy to move, and the rest of the people were also a little lazy. They also wanted to sit in the yard like this, basking in the sun, talking about the parents and Li's family, and staying lively .

But, no, Xing'er can, they can't, they still have a home, they still have to go home and work.

Everyone started to tidy up, two big pots, the soup in the pots had been eaten up, how powerful everyone's fighting power was.

The pots, bowls, and pots were taken to the kitchen to rinse, the iron stove ring was taken aside, and the burnt ashes were cleaned up. After cleaning up, the workers went back. Aunt Cui and Liu Changsheng didn’t leave immediately. Take a look at the dishes in the house.

Cucumbers, persimmons, and beans are all set up. The cucumbers and persimmons are all knotted. The juicy cucumber buttons look so pleasing. The persimmons are not big, and they are green. Looking at them makes people feel sour, but even if they are In this way, everyone is very happy. Thinking about eating these in winter, who can be unhappy.

Myolie didn't speak, her eyes narrowed with a smile, she felt that there are no mobile phones, computers, and modern measures here, but she likes here very much, and she is quite satisfied with her life now.

I cooked porridge in the evening, and dealt with it casually. After all, it is too good to eat at noon, and it is too good to eat at night, so I can't eat it.

Myolie had a good night's sleep that night. She didn't have to go to town the next day. Myolie wore cotton slippers and began to wander around the yard. What should I do?
"Myolie, don't spin around, it makes me dizzy."

Shen Jiayu looked at Xing'er who was walking around the yard, she knew that her daughter was bored, she couldn't go to the town, she didn't make snacks, she didn't carve things, her daughter didn't do needlework, she had nothing to do, but it was not good to rest ?
It's good to rest, but in modern times, she can lie on the sofa and check her mobile phone, eat potato chips, drink happy water and watch dramas, which is not possible here.

potato chips?

Xing'er's eyes lit up, she can fry potato chips, why did she forget about this classic snack, it's because she was too busy since she came here, and now she is free, the winter is long, so she has to think about eating.

"Chunhua, Xiuju, come and help me peel potatoes."

Xing'er called Chunhua and Xiuju, she can do it by herself, but she taught the two girls, and the two girls can do it in the future, as long as she eats.

Chunhua and Xiuju are sister Xinger's eldest, when they heard Xinger calling them, they immediately put down what they were doing and ran over.

"Girl, what do you want to eat?"

Shen Jiayu shook her head, she was a good girl, no one could compare to her.

Shen smiled, this is not very good, think about it, what was their family like at this time last year?

At this time, she and Jiayu were still busy making needlework, and sold it for two extra dollars, so that Xinger could have a bite of meat during the Chinese New Year. Jiayu had to go out to collect firewood when there were few people, so that there would be firewood in winter. Yes, don't freeze Xing'er.

And what about Xing'er?She may complain because of poor food, or because Zheng Xuemei has new clothes and she doesn't, anyway, there is no time to be angry with grandchildren.

It's only been a year, those things seem to be a long time ago, that Xing'er seems to have faded in her memory.

Is she cruel?
Shen lowered her head.

Xing'er led Chunhua and Xiuju to peel a big pot of potatoes.

"Sister Xing'er, that's enough, don't cut any more."

Chunhua clicked her tongue, how much is Miss Xing'er going to do? How many days does it take to eat so many potatoes? Is she going to eat up all the potatoes for the winter?

"enough."

Xing'er felt that it was a bit too much after reading it, but it's okay, the potato chips can hold.

Myolie began to tell the two girls to cut potatoes, potato slices, and potato sticks.

Potato slices should be cut thinner, so that they will be crispier after frying, and the potato strips should be cut evenly, because if they are uneven, they will be heated differently, and some will be burnt, and some will not be cooked.

The two girls also often cook, and their knife skills are also good. Except for the first few, the latter cut well.

Naturally, the cut potato sticks cannot be fried directly. Soak the cut potato sticks in water to prevent oxidation.

Put water in the big iron pot. After the water boils, Xing'er puts the potato sticks into the water and blanchs the water for about 2 minutes. It should not be too cooked or too raw.

After taking it out, put it in cold water and drain the water. Xing’er wrapped the potato chips and put them in the house to freeze. In modern times, she put them in the refrigerator, but there is no refrigerator here. It’s cold, so putting them in the house is also effective. You need to know this place, The inside of the house is colder than the outside, and the sun outside makes it warmer than inside, so many people prefer to sit in the yard in winter because they can bask in the sun, unlike inside, which is cold and gloomy without a brazier.

Here Xing'er started to fry potato chips. Potato chips and potato chips should be put in water to remove the starch on the surface. After the water boils, put some salt, then put in potato chips, and it is almost cooked, take it out of the pot , take a shower with cold water, and control the moisture.

Put a lot of oil in the pot, and put the potato slices when the oil in the pot is [-]% hot.

Xing'er would explain every step clearly to the two maids, and Chunhua and Xiuju listened carefully.

Slowly fry the potato slices on medium and low heat until they are golden and crispy, take them out, drain the oil, and put them in a basin. Xinger sprinkles salt, pepper powder, a little chili powder, and a little sugar on top, and shakes them up and down in the basin for a few minutes. To make the seasoning even, she picked up a piece and tasted it.

The potato chips bit into her mouth with a snap. They were crispy and crispy, full of fragrance. She asked the two girls to taste it, and Chunhua and Xiuju's eyes lit up. It's so good that the potato chips are so delicious. Eating it is a waste of oil.

Here, Xing'er put the potato sticks in and deep-fried them until the surface was light golden brown and took them out. When the oil temperature was high, she put the potato sticks in again and fried them again.

Potato chips are different from potato chips. Potato chips are not crispy, but they have their own unique taste. However, there is no tomato sauce here, and Xinger is too lazy to make other sauces, so it is delicious to eat.

Xing'er asked the two girls to fry, and she brought out potato chips and French fries for Shen Shi and Shen Jiayu to eat.

"Ah, is this made of potatoes? Why is it so delicious?"

Shen Jiayu didn't expect it, of course it was because of the bad weather, who would use oil to fry potatoes, isn't it a waste?

Shen shi tasted it, she likes French fries more, the potato chips are too crispy, it's okay to eat a few slices, the French fries are more to her liking.

Shen Jiayu prefers potato chips. She likes the crispy feeling, so she ate several chips.

Seeing that Shen Jiayu wanted to eat but was afraid of eating too much, my daughter had nothing to eat, so she stopped eating, Xing'er told her that there was still a lot in the kitchen, so Shen Jiayu continued to eat.

Both Shen Shi and Shen Jiayu like it, so others must also like it. It seems that French fries, French fries can also be popular here, Xing'er grabbed a handful of potato chips and called Liu Changsheng and Aunt Cui to go, and let them also come home to eat.

　I bought five packs of potato chips a few days ago, my child ate one pack, and my husband ate one pack. I was not very comfortable at the time and thought about eating it the next day, but when my child and I were looking for potato chips the next day, I found that it was gone, and when I asked, it all went into my husband's stomach in the middle of the night. He also said that he barely finished eating, and he was so full that he pissed you off. . . . . .

　　
　
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