Back to 90: I made a fortune by pulling goose feathers!

Chapter 13

"Sister bought crispy noodles, you drive the goose back, let's eat together."

Ning Meng didn't forget to remind her to be safe, and then she went back to the front.

Qin Meiqin had already taken out all the seasonings, looked left and right, frowning tightly.

These seasonings are indeed available at home, but they seem to be different, like new ones.

After all, he is a chef, so he still has some eyesight.

Seeing her daughter coming over, Qin Meiqin asked, "Mengmeng, did you get all these seasonings from home?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Meng knew that her mother must have discovered something, she smiled coyly, and said, "I have them at home, but they all have long hairs, so I bought some new ones."

Qin Meiqin nodded after hearing this, but didn't say anything else.

The things you eat are no better than clothes and shoes. If they are broken, you can deal with them. You must ensure that the food you eat has not deteriorated.

As for where did the girl get the money to buy it, Qin Meiqin no longer has to ask.

Needless to say, everyone knows that the daughter's small coffers must be all spent.

Qin Meiqin felt sorry for her daughter.

So sensible, so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.

After washing her hands, Qin Meiqin picked up the kitchen knife and was about to start chopping the goose. Ning Meng was startled when she saw it, and hurriedly stopped her, "Mom, what are you doing?"

"Chop the goose into pieces and stew it, so that it tastes better."

As Qin Meiqin spoke, she raised her kitchen knife.

"Wait, wait, wait!"

Ning Meng hurried forward in a hurry: "Mom, the braised goose needs to be stewed whole."

"It's not tasty, and it takes a long time to simmer."

Qin Meiqin frowned: "You little girl can't even understand cooking, so don't meddle in it."

Ning Meng cried in her heart.

She can cook!And it tastes pretty good!
It's just that it was the grown-up self, and now the 13-year-old self can only cook well.

But I must not let my mother chop up this goose, which will affect the appearance of the goose.

Moreover, when did she say she was going to stew the goose? It was obviously going to be stewed.

Ning Meng took a deep breath, and said before her mother cut the knife: "Mom, don't chop it too fast, listen to me! Although I don't know how to cook, I read a book that said cooking stew The steps of the goose. You see, we have bought all the spices, why don't you try the method I said?"

"You can pull it down! What if you become blind?"

Qin Meiqin rolled her eyes, obviously not believing what her daughter said about the practices she read in books.

She has been learning to cook since she was 16 years old, and she has been working as a chef in the railway logistics.

The time spent touching the frying spoon is older than this girl.

Ning Meng hugged Qin Meiqin's arm that didn't hold a knife, and began to act coquettishly: "Mom, let's try! If I become blind, can I eat it all by myself?"

"You girl..."

Qin Meiqin was so entangled by her that she had no choice but to press the kitchen knife against the cutting board: "Then tell me, what does this goose do."

Although there is no way to do it, you still have to listen to the steps that this girl said first. If you feel unreliable even after listening, then you have to follow the method of stewing in the end.

Ning Meng didn't dare to hold it at this time, in case her mother repented, if she wanted to persuade her parents to kill a goose to test the water, it would be almost as difficult as going to the sky.

"Mom, let's clean out the goose belly."

As soon as Ning Meng finished speaking, she saw Qin Meiqin standing the goose on the cutting board upside down.

Ning Meng saw that the stomach of the goose had already been cleaned.

Uh, it seems that I said something nonsense.

Ning Meng touched the tip of her nose, and continued: "Mom, wait a minute, I'll go get something."

Soon, Ning Meng took a chopstick, gesticulated on the goose belly, and then snapped the chopstick directly.

Seeing this scene, Qin Meiqin almost cursed.

But she held back.

There are quite a lot of chopsticks in the house, this one is not bad, but she wants to see what the big girl in the house is going to do.

Ning Meng inserted the broken chopsticks into the goose's abdominal cavity, propping up the somewhat limp abdominal cavity.

I took the salt shaker, and started to smear the inside and outside of the goose's skin according to the memory of making braised goose.

"Mom, help me cut out a piece of the gauze I bought, it's just as big as this."

Ning Meng called her mother for help.

She went to the pharmacy to buy the gauze.

The big one comes in a pack, and it needs to be cut to make it usable.

Qin Meiqin washed her hands in a good-tempered manner to cut the gauze, while Ning Meng had already washed the salt from her hands, lit the stove in the yard, and put the cleaned iron pot on it to boil dry.

After that, break up the dried chili you bought and stir-fry in an iron pan.

Soon, the spicy taste stimulated by the chili wafted away.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Ning Meng was so choked that she coughed several times.

The fried dried chilies must be crushed and served quickly, otherwise they cannot be used if they are fried.

The crushed dried chili was poured into the bowl beside it, and Ning Meng began to add other seasonings to the bowl.

Counting the weight of the goose, Ning Meng added two grains of star anise, a piece of cinnamon the size of a finger, and some hay and cloves.

Thanks to the fact that the family has opened a restaurant before, there are enough types of seasonings left, otherwise she really can't make up these styles now.

Turning around, he took out the braised pot he brought from home, rinsed it, added water, and put it on the stove.

The cut gauze hadn't been sent over from the mother's side, and Ning Meng was not in a hurry to get the seasoning packet.

Soy sauce was added to the stew pot, a handful of rock sugar was thrown in, and some of my father's white wine was poured in.

Originally, some other seasonings were added, but those seasonings were rare, at least in the hometown of this era.

In addition, stuff the crushed garlic and ginger into the stomach of the goose, and then simply seal it with the remaining half of chopsticks.

This process was a bit strenuous for Ning Meng.

Chopsticks are not bamboo sticks, and there is no sharp end. It is not easy to pierce the goose skin.

At this time, Qin Meiqin came over, holding two pieces of gauze, which were about the same size.

"See if it works."

Qin Meiqin showed the gauze.

Ning Meng originally thought that one piece would be enough, but when she saw two pieces, her eyes lit up: "Mom, you are so outstanding! I thought one piece would be enough, but I didn't expect one piece to be too thin, and two pieces are just right."

For such a compliment, Qin Meiqin just snorted angrily.

I thought to myself: I am your mother, can I not know your little thoughts?
But Qin Meiqin didn't deny that it felt good to be praised by her daughter.

Put the seasoning in the bowl on the gauze cloth, tie the mouth shut, and throw it directly into the stewing jar.

Close the lid, and then cover the goose on the cutting board with the remaining gauze to prevent flies and insects from falling on it.

"Won't the goose go in?"

Qin Meiqin looked at the gauze-covered goose, and was a little curious: "What's the matter with waiting for the water to boil?"

"Yup!"

"Can the goose still be stewed?"

Qin Meiqin didn't understand anymore.

Although she is a chef, all she cooks are home-cooked dishes, and she has never cooked braised meat.

Ning Meng chuckled: "Mom, you can do it!"

The two of them were talking when they saw Ning Ning coming back with a bamboo pole.

(End of this chapter)