Border Cook

Chapter 97 Watermelon Soy Beans
"It's all my fault. I didn't teach Zhuguo well, and she ended up doing something like this. Not only did she get into a huge debt, but she also brought trouble to my husband's reputation. I'm useless..."

It's really useless.

It's of no use at all.

After all these years, there has been no progress at all.

Jiang Yihe narrowed his eyes, "Girls are full of thoughts when they grow up. You haven't been with her every day, so how do you know what she is thinking? Now is not the time to regret this. You should return the Zhang family's property as soon as possible."

"Yes." Seeing that Jiang Yihe did not blame her, Tian felt comforted and her guilt became even stronger, so she quickly got busy.

Busy packing up Zhang's things and preparing meals for Jiang Yihe.

Jiang Yihe frowned as he watched Tian busy cleaning up.

He had already planned where to put these silver and other items, but now they were all gone.

I have to figure out where to get some money.

Jiang Yihe's gaze moved from the house, which was almost bare, to Tian.

Speaking of which, Tian's family was already declining, and after Tian married him, she rarely interacted with her family and almost cut off all ties with them.

if……

The Tian family probably won’t come to visit.

Jiang Yihe picked up the book to hide the gleam in his eyes.

Wu Xiong and his group stayed near Xia Mingyue's house for a while, and then sat near Xia's for a long time. Seeing that Tian and Jiang Yihe were indeed not coming again, they went to the gambling house with peace of mind.

Along the way, some people repeatedly lamented how cruel and ruthless Tian and Jiang Yihe were, and how cold and indifferent they were to their own daughters.

Especially Jiang Zhuguo is a sensible and filial person.

"These things happen quite often in daily life and are really not rare," someone objected.

The others fell silent.

Indeed, when it comes to debt, the world and human nature are the most clear to see.

They have seen many things and scenes, and today's incident is really nothing.

Wu Xiong remained silent the entire time until he arrived at the gambling house. He then sent his men to guard the gambling house while he himself went home in silence.

Mrs. Han is picking peanuts at home.

Fresh early peanuts are very tender. After picking and washing them, they do not need to be cooked, let alone pickled. Just peel them and remove the red skin, and put the plump, white, tender peanut kernels directly into your mouth. They are refreshing and juicy, and the more you chew them, the more fragrant they become. They are much more delicious than braised peanuts or dry-fried peanuts.

Or you can grind the fresh peanuts into peanut milk, cook it and drink it. It is very fragrant and much better than soy milk.

Wu Xiong liked the former, while Han liked the latter, so they bought a lot of peanuts from the farmers selling peanuts on the street and prepared to eat them in the evening.

When Wu Xiong saw the peanuts, he knew that Han had prepared them because she was thinking of his taste for them.

Driven by the warmth in his heart, Wu Xiong's eyes became wet. He just squatted down and buried his head in Han's arms, "Mother treats me so well."

His own mother treats him as if he were in heaven!

Mom is the best mom in the world!
Han was caught off guard. Suddenly, there was something prickly and furry in her arms. She was so startled that she raised her hand and slapped it, "Why are you yelling?"

Wu Xiong chuckled, not caring about where he was hit just now, but rubbing Han's palm, "Mom, please be careful, your hand hurts. Next time, I will hit you more gently. It's not because I feel sorry for my head, but because I feel sorry for your hand."

How hard is his big head?
How could mother's hands bear it? If mother is unhappy, it would be better for her to do it herself.

"Go away, don't get in the way." Han impatiently pushed Wu Xiong aside.

"Okay." Wu Xiong readily agreed, moved a stool to the side and sat down, holding his chin with both hands while watching Han busying around, with a smile all over his face. A silly smile.

giggle.

Han: "..."

Why does my son seem to be getting more and more stupid?

Will I have to get hit on the head less often in the future?
Yes, if you hit your head too much, you will become stupid. It is better to hit your buttocks with a broom. The buttocks are thick and can withstand it...

Business at Xia Ji's food stall was as busy as usual. Once all the ingredients were sold out, they closed the stall on time as usual.

During this period, everything was peaceful and Tian and Jiang Yihe did not come again.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and said no more about it.

Jiang Zhuguo looked fine and said that everything was fine, but it would take quite a while before he was actually fine.

During this period of time, what they need to do is to wait quietly for the bleeding scars to gradually stop bleeding, slowly form scabs, and eventually heal.

Xia Mingyue and the others were very secretive about this and just washed, tidied up and prepared various things needed for the next day as usual.

While the three Lu family members were busy, Xia Mingyue checked the condition of the soybeans.

After several days of fermentation, the soybeans have grown long mycelium, and after being exposed to the sun for two days, they have gradually become dry.

The soybeans are now yellow-green in color, which looks very beautiful.

After making sure that the soybeans were dry enough to meet the requirements, Xia Mingyue poured the soybeans into an open winnowing basket in batches and rubbed them vigorously to remove excess mycelium from the beans.

Pour all the rubbed beans into a wooden basin, sprinkle with salt, white wine, pepper, star anise, ginger slices and as much chopped watermelon pulp as possible.

In order to ensure the taste of the pickled watermelon beans, Xia Mingyue picked out the watermelon seeds as much as possible when cutting the watermelon, and crushed the watermelon pulp as much as possible with a large spoon when stirring it evenly.

After mixing thoroughly, pour them into coarse porcelain jars, seal the mouths layer by layer with cage cloth, cover the jars with lids, and then cover them with a layer of yellow mud, and wait for them to ferment slowly.

The watermelon pickled beans need to be pickled for a month or so, so you need to be patient during this period.

Today, I cut three watermelons to make pickled watermelon beans. In order to ensure the taste of the watermelon beans, I left the rind quite thick when cutting the watermelons, and each one still has red flesh.

In line with the principle of saving and not wasting, Xia Mingyue decided to use the watermelon rinds to make dishes for dinner.

First, the salad.

Remove the green skin of the watermelon rind and cut it into thin slices. Marinate it with salt to squeeze out the moisture, then mix it with garlic slices, soy sauce, balsamic vinegar, sesame oil, sugar, etc.

It can also be stir-fried.

Still slice it into thin slices and add salt to remove moisture, add enough small red peppers when stir-frying, then add some soy sauce for coloring, and add a little vinegar when serving.

These two watermelon rind dishes, the former is crispy and sweet with a refreshing fragrance, while the latter is sour and spicy, appetizing, with a sweet aftertaste, and is very delicious with rice.

There was no meat for dinner, but we still had half a basket of steamed buns.

In the following days, everything was stable and the Jiang family was quiet, as if nothing had happened.

The redness and swelling in Jiang Zhuguo's eyes gradually disappeared.

No one mentioned this matter in front of Jiang Zhuguo, but when Jiang Zhuguo was not around, they sighed for a long time.

The Beginning of Autumn is approaching, and the weather in the morning and evening is not as hot anymore.

　There are many ways to make watermelon bean paste. Some do not require drying to produce mycelium, and some do not need to be rubbed off after the mycelium is produced. I wrote about my mother's method of pickling watermelon bean paste. She always rubbed off the mycelium before pickling it, and it tasted very good. In the past two years, my mother stopped making watermelon bean paste and started making chili bean paste. The taste is great. I will ask for the method in a few days and write it down when the opportunity is right~
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