Spring is coming

Chapter 15 Steamed Meat Loaf and Potatoes

There's no age without meatloaf, and there's no feast without meatloaf.

This is what Aunt Hu taught her. Meat cake is the most famous delicacy in her hometown.

Now, for Mo Jingchun's first meal as a cook, she plans to recreate the meatloaf that Aunt Hu has made thousands of times, which can be regarded as consummating the master-disciple relationship.

Yes, in her heart, Aunt Hu taught her a lot, whether it was cooking or being a person, she was like a mentor.

This dish is steamed, and in addition to pork, fish is also used. There happened to be a fresh big black fish in the kitchen water tank for her to use.

Mo Jingchun took out the fresh snakehead fish, slaughtered it, removed the scales and skin.

Remove the fish bones and set them aside. Mash the fish meat into a puree and mix it with the minced pork.

Mix in the sweet potato starch, add the eggs and various condiments, mix and knead until firm, then steam in a pot to form lumps.

It is said that this meat cake was once a frequent guest at palace banquets. The thin-waisted emperor thought fish bones were too troublesome. Nowadays, a chef separated the bones and flesh of the fish and invented the method of eating meat cake. The King of Chu was very happy to eat it.

Later, this way of eating gradually spread to the people, and the chef became famous for it.

While the meatloaf is steaming, use the time to cook the potatoes.

This dish is a delicacy that even poor families can afford. The flavor of meat can always be tasted in these small potatoes.

"Kang" is a cooking method similar to slow frying with a small amount of oil over low heat. The cooked small potatoes are "Kang" in a hot pot, and then served with minced garlic, chili, cumin, and chives. Wait for seasoning.

When Mo Jingchun was cooking this dish, the aroma was unbearable. He couldn't wait to put it on the plate, so he picked one up from the pot and took a bite while it was hot.

Although it was so hot that she could suck it, the taste always lived up to her expectations.

The baked potatoes were crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, crispy on the outside and delicious on the outside, spicy and glutinous on the inside, which made her want it more.

Originally, if we were eating at home, these two dishes would be enough, but when we have money to do things, we always have to make the countertop look better.

Mo Jingchun thought about it, then made a simple soup and stir-fried vegetables, and used the fish bones that had just been picked out to make a snack of fried fish bones to go with wine, and a home-cooked dinner was ready.

For Gao and Mo Qinglin, she left them in the pot without putting them on the plate. She was very careful and only left a few chopsticks for each dish, except for the cheap vegetables.

Although no one was supervising her, she would be embarrassed to take advantage of others. If she really calculated it from her wages, the two yuan was not enough for her to buy these vegetables.

I sent it to Bo Qingshan and saw him practicing painting in front of the study window.

The painting shows the shadows of women wearing fragrant hair in front of the jade steps, the shadows of butterflies fluttering under the flower trees, and a group portrait of women.

Mo Jingchun couldn't see what the artistic conception was, and he didn't know what a picture of a lady was, so he asked curiously: "Who are they?"

After Bo Qingshan observed it, he shrugged and said, "I don't know him."

"Don't know him?" Mo Jingchun said in surprise.

"Yes, whatever you think in your mind is what you draw."

Bo Qingshan was in a good mood and generously stepped aside to give her a place to admire.

"So lovely"

She walked closer and took a closer look. The characters in the paintings were so vivid that they almost came to life, and she couldn't help but hold her breath.

The outstretched hand wanted to touch but didn't dare, hanging in the air.

"Ah, this little girl looks a bit like me!" Mo Jingchun seemed to have discovered something extraordinary, and became happy, his eyes sparkling, "It's so beautiful."

I said several of them in a row, how beautiful they are, and it seems that I really can’t put them down.

"You're praising yourself for being so direct? You're really shameless."

Hang Sheng couldn't help but laugh out loud. Bo Qingshan glanced at him and immediately stopped. "Does it look like you? Let me see."

Bo Qingshan also came close to her head, and following the direction pointed by her thin fingers, there was a girl in pink clothes and white skirt, laughing wantonly.

The spring scenery is bright and beautiful.

Bo Qingshan painted it unconsciously at the time. He was not thinking about anyone. It was a coincidence. Maybe he thought her face was pretty and it would not be inappropriate to appear in the painting.

"They look very similar. You will also wear pink next spring day. It looks good."

Bo Qingshan winked at her.

Mo Jingchun immediately shook his head: "No, it's easy to get dirty."

It's really hard to get enough of this kid.

Bo Qingshan was helpless.

He changed the subject: "What have you arranged for me today?"

Mo Jingchun put them on the table one by one and introduced them to him.

Bo Qingshan first extended his chopsticks to the meat loaf.

The steamed meat cakes are placed neatly on a white porcelain bowl with a plum blossom background, forming the shape of a pagoda. If you look closely, you can see the three colors of yellow, white and green, which is very beautiful.

He took a piece and put it into his mouth. His mouth was full of fragrance and smoothness, and his lips and teeth were fragrant.

"Yes, yes, pork was used? And fish?"

Mo Jingchun saw that he had guessed it without having to explain himself, and couldn't help but admire him, thinking that Bo Qingshan really had a good tongue.

He continued to taste the next dish of Kang Potatoes, which he still liked to eat when he was a child.

Recalling the above, the small potatoes were eaten one by one, forked with chopsticks and thrown into the mouth, which was quite childish.

Seeing that he was eating happily, Mo Jingchun said goodbye to the Bo family and hurriedly delivered food to Mr. Gao and Mo Qinglin in the fields. He only had time to sit down and eat slowly after returning home.

The Zhou family came back and smelled the remaining aroma of meat in the air. The three sleepy and tired people were all hungry. Mo Song couldn't bear it anymore and lay on the ground rolling around: "Mom! I want to eat meat tomorrow too, you Go get the money and buy it for me! Buy it for me!"

Mrs. Zhou was helpless by his troubles. She felt distressed when she saw her son crying and screaming, so she coaxed him to get up: "Okay, okay, let's eat meat tomorrow. Get up first, son. The ground is dirty."

Mo Song was happy now. He got up quickly and rushed to Mrs. Zhou's room to get the money: "Mom, buy a piece of leg meat. It needs to be fried! Add more oil to make it more fragrant!"

Mrs. Zhou followed him and babbled: "There is still oil. There is so much oil at home. The oil tank is almost empty. I have to buy suet for refining!"

She got her money bag and weighed it in her hands. Suddenly her expression changed. She quickly opened it and counted it carefully. Then she handed it to Mo Yuanlin: "Master! Count and see if there is anything missing." money!"

There used to be 210 six coins in it, but now there are only less than a hundred coins left.

Although Zhou and Mo Yuanlin don't know how to count, they can count in groups of ten and ten, which is a lot less.

Mrs. Zhou became anxious: "I put this money in the cabinet, and I usually keep it locked. Why is it missing!?"

She rummaged around the house to no avail. The more than 100 pennies were missing, and not even two pennies were found in the entire room.

Mo Song didn't dare to say anything now. He hid aside and watched his mother on the verge of going crazy, and was very frightened.

Suddenly Zhou grabbed Mo Yuanlin's clothes and shouted: "Is it her? Is it them? Where did she get the money to buy meat? She must have stolen the money in the cabinet!"

Mo Yuanlin was frightened by his wife, but he still thought it was impossible, and said blankly: "This can't be possible. Didn't you lock it? How could Chun'er have the key?"

The more he spoke, the quieter his voice became, because he saw Zhou's eyes shining, which was especially strange at night.

(End of this chapter)