The cook is very busy

Chapter 12 This thing can also make pancakes
In the past few days, apart from going to the river to wash a few clothes, Ziqing spent the rest of her time at home thinking about her father's scallion pancakes.

Mrs. Zhang came across the house carrying a bamboo basket, "Sister Qing, I went to the river yesterday and saw that your basket was about to fall apart, so I made one for you..."

Ziqing told her when she was shopping at the stall in the town that day that the woman in the village would make sure that the basket was not broken in a while, so she didn't need to prepare it for a while.

These days she was idle at home, and suddenly remembered that sister Qing had made the basket fall apart, so she wove a basket out of the remaining bamboo pieces.

But now seeing Sister Qing coming out of the stove with a plate, she immediately stopped talking, put down the basket and was about to leave.

Ziqing put the plate on the table in the courtyard, and called to her, "Second Cousin Sister-in-Law, why did you just come and leave?"

Mrs. Zhang paused, and laughed, "Well, what girl, my sister-in-law went to bed late at noon, so I just finished eating..."

Two days ago, Sister Qing had been pouring pancakes for some reason, and she would bring some more if she couldn't finish it, which scared her.

Ziqing understood, and said with a smile, "Second Cousin, my pancakes haven't come out of the pan yet, if you get hungry, just pick a few pieces of oil residue from the plate and chew them in your mouth."

As soon as Mrs. Zhang came forward, she saw a chopping board, kitchen knife, rolling pin, shallots, dough, and oil residue on the table. What is this for?

"Make pancakes." Ziqing put the shallots on the chopping board and cut them. Mrs. Zhang looked down, "You can also make oily residue?"

Ziqing picked up the plate of oil residue and pulled some onto the chopping board, then grabbed a few handfuls of shallots and chopped them together, "Add this to make it more fragrant."

"Oh, oil residue pancakes, this is the first time I've seen it. I've never heard of it before. It's really fresh."

Mrs. Zhang is very excited now. If the oil residue can be baked in pancakes, then the residue left over from each oil refining in her family will not need to be thrown away.

When Ziqing heard what Mrs. Zhang said, she paused for a moment, as if she had pondered something, and started to work again.

Mrs. Zhang looked carefully, and suddenly thought of something, "Hey sister, how did you make the scrambled eggs with fungus a while ago? I have also fried them these two days, but why did your brother despise it?"

Ziqing put the chopped scallion oil residue in a basin, pulled some out to chop, and took the time to tell her, fry the fungus and pour the beaten egg on top.

Mrs. Zhang didn't believe it, and said that Ziqing was hiding her secrets. She specified what to add, otherwise the same coarse salt from the earthen stove would make the dishes different.

Although Ziqing's fried fungus is also salty, there is still an indescribable smell in it.

Ziqing smiled, and let Mrs. Zhang mess around but didn't answer.

Seeing this, Mrs. Zhang thought that if she was too hard, she could only be soft, and she said a lot of good things on the sidelines.

After finishing his work, Ziqing raised his head and asked her, "Second Cousin, do you really want to learn?"

Mrs. Zhang clicked her tongue and widened her eyes, "Hey, I just became a monkey grandson once, and it's fun to jump up and down in your Taishang Laojun's gossip furnace!"

Ziqing amused Mrs. Zhang's words, and said, "Don't get angry, second cousin, I mean you can't teach me for nothing if you want me to teach you."

Mrs. Zhang looked at her suspiciously, "What's wrong, you still charge me tuition?"

Ziqing smiled, pointed to the basket and said that she had already paid the tuition fee, she just wanted to beat her up, take out the salt jar from the stove and the sauce jar next to the iron pan, and roll out the waken dough up.

"Hey, you dead woman, you should have said no!"

Mrs. Zhang was happy now, she patted Ziqing and walked into the stove.

"Don't forget to wash your hands, second cousin."

"...Understood, old lady."

Ziqing rubbed his arms and shook his head amusedly. Seeing Mrs. Zhang enter the stove, he took out a small jar from the wooden basin of the wake-up noodles, opened the lid, grabbed a few pinches of powdered ingredients and put them in the oil residue stuffing. Then he thought Thinking about it, I took this jar of seasoning to the main room again.

After Mrs. Zhang cleaned her hands and took out the jar from the stove, Ziqing pointed to the sauce jar, "Second Cousin, didn't you just ask me what I added to the fried fungus? This is what I put in."

Mrs. Zhang had already looked at it in the stove, and when she heard that Ziqing added fish soy sauce, she immediately understood.

No wonder, she said that the wooden ears are so salty and there is another unspeakable smell, which is the umami taste!
The fish sauce that Ziqing uses to fry the fungus is the future fish sauce, which is available in every household in Yugou Village.

People in the countryside are poor, and when they can’t afford meat, they go to the river to catch fish, marinate them and eat them salty, and this fish soy sauce is the fish juice that flows out of salted fish, which tastes salty but extremely fresh.

The scrambled eggs with fungus made by Mrs. Zhang and her mother only added salt, and the taste was a bit hard, but the fish soy sauce had such a softness, softening the hard coarse salt, it became fresh and delicious. Salty.

Ziqing scooped up half a teaspoon of salt and sprinkled it into the scallion oil stuffing, stirred it, and picked up a small piece to taste the saltiness.

Seeing that Mrs. Zhang hadn't recovered, she brought the woken noodles to her, touched the smooth dough, and said with a smile, "Second Cousin, let's roll it."

Mrs. Zhang was still staring at the jar of fish soy sauce in a daze, seeing Ziqing's smiling face at first sight, and suddenly became angry.

These days when I'm worried, the co-author is right under my nose, and when I'm done, I let Sister Qing order me around.

But this is what I should do, so just roll it.

Mrs. Zhang glanced at Ziqing leisurely, rolled up her sleeves, put the dough on the chopping board, kneaded it and divided it into three portions.

According to Ziqing's instructions, roll each portion into thin slices, sprinkle the mixed oil residue chives on top, roll up and roll into long strips.

Ziqing cut these rolled noodles into several small pieces, twisted each one into a twist shape, put them on the chopping board and pressed them into round cakes.

The pancakes rolled out in this way will be layer by layer after they are baked out of the pan.

The sister-in-law and sister-in-law were busy, when Jia Shouwang and Zhao Shi appeared at the door, they came back early again today.

Mrs. Zhang left the work in hand, hurried over to help the old couple bring the guy in, accompanied the two elders to the main room, chatted a few words and left.

Earlier, she also saw that the business in the second uncle's town was not easy to do, and she wanted to stay and eat a few pancakes that she helped to make, to see if the pancakes with oily residue could be eaten.

But seeing how the second elder is like this, she doesn't want to get involved in this muddy water, she still can't figure it out at home.

Ziqing cleared the table, took the chopping board into the stove, lit a fire to burn firewood, put the pancakes in the pan, and then went to the main room.

Jia Shouwang and Mrs. Zhao sat inside, and the two of them were listless. There were a dozen or so copper coins on the table, presumably it was today's income.

Ziqing didn't know what to say, so he just went in and poured two glasses of water for the old man, and then went back to the stove to bake pancakes.

For about half an hour, except Mrs. Zhao went to fetch water to wash his hands in the yard, the rest was quiet, no one chattered.

Ziqing brought pancakes, gruel, and three sets of bowls and chopsticks into the main room. Mrs. Zhao had been sitting there without moving. When she saw her, she hurriedly cleared the table.

Jia Shouwang was squatting on the threshold, biting a cigarette stick in a daze, and Ziqing called him, "Father, it's time to eat."

He sucked hard and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Well, you eat, dad is not hungry."

Mrs. Zhao scooped porridge in the bowls of the three of them. Normally, she would have told Ziqing not to talk to the old man. He would eat it himself when he was hungry. Injury.

"Old man, come over and eat something. My daughter made it for us after she was busy. After a while, it will be cold and you will have to burn it on the stove."

Jia Shouwang pursed his lips when he heard this, knocked on the threshold with the cigarette stick, put it away and walked past behind his waist.

The whole family sat together, mothers-in-law and aunts waited for him to eat, and Jia Shouwang felt a little more at ease looking at it.

He picked up the chopsticks and looked at the food on the table. There was a bowl of porridge and a plate of pancakes. The porridge was not surprising, but the plate of pancakes was a bit of a treat.

Both sides of the pancake are baked golden, and the oil seeping from the skin flows into the horizontal grooves, making the star dots of chopped green onions mixed in layers of puff pastry look so emerald green that people want to eat it just by looking at it.

Jia Shouwang suddenly felt hungry. He picked up a piece of pancake, smelled the aroma and bit it down. His mouth was filled with scallions. After chewing, the pancake skin was crispy on the outside but not hard on the inside. Crunchy, salty and delicious.

But with the shallots alone, why is it so crispy in the mouth?
Jia Shouwang took another bite of the pancake suspiciously, and after chewing carefully, he realized that the pancake baked by the girl today had oil residues added to it.

After hearing this, Mrs. Zhao picked up a piece and ate it. It was exactly as the old man said. The skin was crispy, the pancakes were soft and tender, and the oil residue was crispy, and it was oily but not greasy.

She cheerfully said to Ziqing, "Girl, these pancakes are really delicious."

Mrs. Zhao is rarely happy these days. Her daughter follows her. Although she does not do all the work properly, it will be different after cooking. The son-in-law and family in the future are so happy that they can't find North.

Ziqing didn't know what Mrs. Zhao was thinking, so she smiled and asked the elders to eat more. When mixing stuffing earlier, she mixed some five-spice powder into the oil residue behind Mrs. Zhang's back.

This not only increases the aroma of the pancakes, but also removes the oily smell of the oil residue. Of course, the taste is delicious, and you can eat a few more pieces.

And she didn't add any oil to the pan, but just rubbed the oily side of the pig's thong in the pan, otherwise the oil residue in the pancake would be greasy after a few strokes.

Seeing that the two elders were eating happily, Ziqing said with a smile, "Father, mother, can I sell my pancakes?"

(End of this chapter)