Food rights and wine beauty: turn a god to farm

Chapter 19 Sugar Man
The next day An Ning got up early in the morning, and today she was going to prepare a gift for the little guy, and celebrate her rebirth by the way.

The fruit trees in the space do not bear fruit all year round, but are different from the time outside, they bear fruit almost twice a year.

This time happened to be the time when the fruit was ripe, and there were heavy fruits hanging on every fruit tree.

The most peculiar thing is that no matter what season those fruits are originally in, as soon as they enter the space, they will all be synchronized.

Carrying the basket, An Ning put on gloves, took scissors, and carefully picked out several kinds of fruits.

Strawberries, oranges, apples, mangoes, avocados, grapes, etc. are full of a large basket.

By the way, some of the fruits are squeezed into juice with a machine in the space, and then honey is added to blend and packed separately, and some are boiled into jam, and then left to enjoy the coolness before leaving the space.

The flour is kneaded and fermented, and the gingham is also soaked in honey water and several kinds of petals. The soybeans are soaked overnight, and the red beans are also boiled, and the mung beans start to soak.

Take out the flour again and mix it with glutinous rice flour and start kneading. From time to time, add various fruit pulps boiled with white sugar, cover it with sackcloth to ferment, and then start to take out the soaked soybeans to squeeze the soy milk, and the bean dregs are also mixed with mushrooms and minced radish. Fry together into rounds.

It's a pity that it was too late yesterday, and it was inconvenient to move at night, otherwise I could make tofu.

Squeeze the soymilk and filter it, add salt and marinade when finished, and put it aside.

At this time, the dough is about the same, knead it into thin slices with a rolling pin, and then take out the prepared abrasive tools to press out animation patterns one by one.

The cauldron had been roasted with a fierce fire for a long time, and many stones were put in, and an iron plate was driven on it.

Brush a thin layer of oil on the iron plate, put a small dough into it neatly, then brush with oil, cover and bake.

Then he took out the almost-marinated fruit pulp from the space, the red, yellow, green, and blue colors were bright and full of fruity aroma.

Bake the small noodles until the oil is bright and golden, take them out, pour different jams on the concave pattern of the small noodles to mix, then put a small bamboo stick in the middle and make two into one, and then carefully blow and brush the fruit color over and over again Syrup for color.

Soon, each of them was almost exactly the same, and the lifelike little noodles were completed.

The production of small noodles is obviously time-consuming. Even if An Ning is proficient, she is still not used to it without the help of various convenient cooking machines.

When she becomes a small noodle figure, the sun will also rise high in the sky.

Looking at the sun, she turned around and lifted the lid of the wooden barrel. The soy milk inside had condensed into bean curd, like a bright moon, with a refreshing bean fragrance.

After shaking slightly, she nodded, and put the wooden barrel into the cauldron with satisfaction, and heated it with the current temperature inside.

When she got hot water and went back to the room, the little guy just woke up and was sitting on the bed in a daze, looking so cute that he hadn't recovered.

An Ning couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips, "Kangkang woke up just in time, Mother happened to make breakfast early, did your little nose smell it?" She pinched his nose as she spoke.

When Kangkang came back to his senses, he immediately opened his eyes wide, the black grape-like pupils gleaming with desire.

"Snack guy, get up and wash up and then you can have breakfast." An Ning laughed, hugged him to stand up, patted his little butt, and then dressed him neatly.

Kangkang blinked, hesitated for a while, and after An Ning finished washing him, he followed out of the room and said, "I'm not a snack food." After thinking about it, he added earnestly, "The food is delicious, better than Du Boniang's. .”

An Ning froze for a moment, and then saw his distressed and serious expression with his head tilted, it was so cute that she couldn't help laughing.

Kangkang was embarrassed by her smile, but felt that he was right, so he pouted unconsciously.

"Yes, yes, of course our Kangkang is not a snack foodie, but our Kangkang is a cool little brother with a good root." After the teasing, he suppressed his laughter.

Kangkang obediently sat on the chair, tilting his head to think about what "Little Cool Brother" meant.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the compound, and the voice of Xiao Huzi could be heard faintly outside.

Kangkang's eyes lit up immediately, he quickly climbed off the chair, and started to open the door with short legs.

An Ning has already come out to open the door.

"Aunt An, wow, it smells so good! Aunt An, what is this? Why is it so fragrant?" Little Huzi saw that the other party was greeting him with a cute smile, but the next moment all his attention was attracted by the plate in An Ning's hand.

There are more than a dozen white, fat, and crystal clear crystal dumplings on the plate. They look like fine crystals in the sun, which is very visually impactful.

This was done a long time ago, and it has been kept in the space to keep warm.

Originally, An Ning wanted to make shrimp dumplings, but it was a pity that the owner of Qingyu planted them, and other meat and aquatic products were extremely rare, and the price was naturally extremely expensive, especially aquatic products, which were not affordable by ordinary people.

So she could only simply make a crystal soup dumpling with ground three delicacies. Because there is a lot of soup in it, it looks more crystal clear.

An Ning chuckled, "You have a good nose, come in quickly, come and have breakfast together after washing your hands."

Little Huzi was not too polite, and ran to the wooden bucket in the yard to wash his hands with familiarity.

Kangkang originally wanted to come out to meet his little friend, but his mind was attracted by the things in his own mother's hands, and his short legs immediately stepped back, staring eagerly.

An Ning put the things on the table, picked him up again, saw the little tiger come in again, and told the two of them, "Bite off the skin before eating, the soup inside is a bit hot."

However, although the two little guys were about to bleed out, they still waited until An Ning put all the things on the table and sat down to eat together before starting.

An Ning hugged the little guy, picked up a crystal dumpling and bit a small opening, then blew into it for a while before putting it on the spoon, "Be careful with the soup."

Kangkang took the spoon and stuffed it into his mouth.

The little tiger over there has long been hissing from being scalded, while calling it delicious.

Not long after they ate, Du Lishi and Li Guizhi also came over with baskets on their shoulders.

Yesterday An Ning said that they were going to have a banquet for their family today, and they originally asked them to come back at noon, but the two of them felt sorry, so they came early to help.

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled the aroma of the courtyard, and immediately began to swallow.

An Ning quickly welcomed the two of them into the house, took the two baskets to the kitchen, and asked them to sit down and eat together.

The two of them came here after eating. They didn't expect An Ning to eat breakfast so late and feel embarrassed, but after eating a crystal dumpling, all the embarrassment was thrown away, and instead they shouted out to be thankful.

Fortunately, An Ning had already prepared a lot, such as crystal gelatin, fresh bamboo shoot buns, bean dregs dumplings, and tofu.

"An Ning, how can you make so many weird and delicious things?" Li Guizhi looked at the bean flower bucket reluctantly while washing the dishes, with an expression similar to that of a lover getting married but not himself.

(End of this chapter)