Hard work

Chapter 118 Preserved Meat Carrot Cake

After disgusting Zhao Chunling and running away, Lan Hua'er suddenly felt refreshed.

This was the first time since Zhao Chunling came to her door that she had gotten something back from someone from her family.In the past, every time someone from my family came to the door, she, Zhao Lanhua, was so angry that she wanted to vomit blood.This time finally nothing was taken away, but the person was beaten once.

Moreover, because the three of them built the house together this time, it didn't take long for the house to be erected.

The next thing to think about is to treat guests to dinner.

When Yan Dalang married Guan Ju back home, he was supposed to have a banquet.But the two of them didn't know what they were thinking, and they never took it seriously.Guan Ju is also a bold and unrestrained person, he doesn't take this matter seriously at all, so he didn't invite people from the village to dinner.

Lan Du, Fang Ningai, and Lan Hua'er discussed it for a while, but they still felt that they should hire someone to join them.They didn't want Yan Dalang, but they were pure outsiders, unfamiliar with anyone in the village.Although Lan Hua'er took Fang Ningai around the village before, but that time it was just a rough greeting. Fang Ningai was not like Guan Ju, who was used to socializing, and actually didn't get much familiar with the villagers.

And Lan Du hasn't greeted the villagers yet.

If they want to live in Aozi Village for a long time, they should more or less meet the people in the village.

Because of this matter, Lan Hua'er started to work again.

To invite the people in the village to dinner, Fang Ningai alone is obviously too busy.I should call Guan Ju, but Guan Ju is also from a wealthy family, so it doesn't matter if he cooks a small meal, but if he really wants to make a big table, it seems a bit powerless.

Lan Hua'er is young and lacks strength, so she can't do it if she is asked to cook a big pot of rice, so she can only invite Mrs. Lin's acquaintances and let them do the cooking.

As for the orchids, I began to think about making some exquisite but simple and delicious things.

Especially when Zang Lang helped her teach Zhao Chunling a lesson with such skill, she thought about it for a long time and could only say to Zang Lang:
"I'll cook something delicious for you."

This kind of words like coaxing a child might be dismissed by others, but Zang Lang looked very happy, his whole body was filled with a kind of smile, and he asked Lan Huaer back and forth what he was going to do for him.

I don't know whether he really likes to eat that food, or because he has been praised by the little lady.

At home, I still have the radish saved from the previous year, and there is enough food, and there are bacon and so on in the back.With such ingredients, Lan Huaer immediately thought of the cured radish cake that she used to eat.

She knows how to do this, and it's easy to make, and it's easy to make a big piece for entertaining guests, without looking shabby.Although the main ingredients are rice and radish, there is still bacon in it after all.

Lan Du and Fang Ningai went out with money.Lan Hua'er didn't know how much they had on them, anyway, they seemed to be quite wealthy, and they planned to order some big meat dishes.It was because Guan Ju told them not to attract attention like this, that they reduced some of the dishes with big meat.

Moreover, in the village, even if you want to buy a lot of meat, it is not easy.

Naturally, some people have pork in their homes, but most of them keep it for themselves. They never thought that they could be sold in the village once.So the final meat dish does not seem to be very much.

Because Lan Hua'er planned to make radish cake, she greeted Fang Ning'ai directly, so that they could make less rice and less steamed buns.As for the rice used to make radish cake, I let Lan Du handle it.

But if you want to make carrot cake, you have to ask Zang Lang for help.

Washing rice and chopping radishes is not considered physical labor, but grinding rice into rice milk is obviously not something that a little girl like her can do alone.

Anyway, Zang Lang has always liked working. Even if he had nothing to do, he would squat at the door and weed, or follow behind Lanhuaer to block the sun. When Lanhuaer asked him to do something, he immediately ran over happily to do it. up.

Lan Hua'er said he couldn't be free, but he just smirked and didn't answer.

Lan Du and the others planned to open a large table with four to five sides. Lan Hua'er was afraid that they would not do well all of a sudden and waste all the materials.So I just made a small piece first, which is considered to be a trial.

Originally, Lan Huaer wanted to cut radish and bacon by herself, but as long as Zang Lang was by her side, she couldn't do any work.Even if she wanted to wash the rice, Zang Lang would snatch it and say solemnly:
"The water is cold, it's not good. I'll wash it."

The rice bowl in Lan Hua'er's hand was snatched away, and she couldn't help but glared at Zang Lang:
"You want to wash the rice, so I'll go and cut the radish."

Zang Lang hurried over to take the knife again, and said with a silly smile:
"Leave it, little lady, I'll cut it."

If it wasn't for the lack of height, Lan Hua'er would have knocked Zang Lang on the head hard.But now she was too short to reach Zang Lang's head at all, so she could only lightly kick Zang Lang's calf as if to vent her anger.

"If I grow tall enough, I'll definitely beat you on the head. How can there be someone like you? Is it my cooking or your cooking. If it doesn't taste good, it's your fault."

Zang Lang hesitated in a daze, probably not quite understanding what Lan Hua'er was angry about.But he hesitated for a moment, put the rice bowl aside, and bent slightly towards Lanhua'er.

Lan Hua'er was also taken aback, not knowing what Zang Lang meant.She was stunned for a while before she realized that Zang Lang had lowered his head to let her knock his head.

Zang Lang is already like this, Lan Hua'er can't beat him anymore.

"You idiot, you must have been stupid in your last life."

Although it sounded like an accusation, it sounded like a spoiled child.Zang Lang scratched his head until his head was covered with rice milk and water, and took the rice bowl to the side to wash the rice.

Lan Hua'er couldn't do anything, so she went to the side to pick out dried shrimps.She had already sprinkled salt on the small shrimps caught in the stream and dried them into dried shrimps, but now she just picks out some good ones, and Zang Lang doesn't stop her from doing this job.

When I tried it for the first time, I didn’t plan to make a lot of it, so Zang Lang washed the rice at once, soaked it in water, and then cut the bacon and radish into thin long strips, which is considered as the ready ingredients .

The rice had to be soaked for four or five hours, and in the middle of the time, Lan Huaer dragged Zang Lang to the back mountain again.

It is rare for them to have the opportunity to run up the back mountain. Taking advantage of the spare time, they went to the back mountain to pick some fruits, mushrooms, and fish.Naturally, these were not prepared for Lan Du and Fang Ningai.Just such a small amount of food is not enough to eat by myself, so there is no place for four or five tables.

It's just because I haven't eaten fresh mushrooms for a long time, Lan Hua'er is thinking about it.

By the time Lan Huaer dragged Zang Lang back, the rice was almost soaked.The Zhao family didn't have a small stone mill, so Lan Hua'er put all the soaked rice into a cloth pocket, and beat it hard with a stick to make rice pulp.This is more laborious, but Zang Lang is so strong, he is willing to do it, and Lan Huaer let him get it.The rice milk knocked out in this way saves the step of draining, and it is already dry rice milk when it is poured out.

Zang Lang's movements were really fast, and he knocked all the rice in the cloth pocket into rice milk in no time.

He couldn't intervene in the rest of the matter, so he could only stand aside and watch.

Lan Hua'er first put the radish strips in the pot and boiled them with clean water, and then poured the dry rice milk in the cloth pocket into the pot.As soon as the dry rice milk was poured into the pot, it began to absorb the water in the pot, the color gradually changed, and it became thicker.

At this time, it is time to use a large spoon to mix the rice milk and radish strips evenly.

Lan Hua'er likes radish cake with more radish, and there are a lot of radish at home, so there are a lot of radish strips in the pot, almost denser than rice milk.

After stirring, you can see dense radish.

After the rice milk had sucked all the water in the pot and burned it until it changed color again, Lan Hua'er began to add salt, sugar, dried shrimp, cured meat and oil to it.The prickly ash was also dropped a little, because Zang Lang likes spicy food.Just not very much.

Originally, there should be lard in this radish cake, but lard is a rare item in this village, and there is no such thing in ordinary homes.This pot was made for Zang Lang, so Lan Huaer was willing to save a little bit of fat cut from the rabbit.I won't be willing to waste oil like this for the big pot of pastries that I will make later.

Zang Lang has been watching quietly from the side, with a curious look on his face.He probably has never seen such a large pot of rice paste slowly boil and solidify before.

When the rice milk is cooked and solidified, it is finally time to change the tools.

Lan Hua'er didn't pay much attention to the shape, just poured out the cakes in the pot and put them on the steamer, and it started to steam.

As soon as she steamed it, the aroma of cured meat and radish in the carrot cake wafted out, and the fragrance filled the room.

Zang Lang sniffled, and immediately ran to Lan Hua'er, saying:
"Little lady, it smells so good."

Lan Hua'er gave a "hmm" and nodded.She hasn't eaten this for a long time, and as soon as the scent wafts out, even she is so greedy.

Zang Lang was like a dog smelling food, walking around beside the steamer, as if he wanted to lift the steamer and eat it secretly.Lan Hua'er laughed at him several times, but he still looked the same.

As soon as the steamer was opened, he would poke his head over.

Lan Hua'er was taken aback by him, and quickly pulled him back:
"You're so crazy. The steamer is so hot when it's just opened, it's unbelievable. And you can't eat it right away after it's steamed. You have to fry it for a while before eating, it tastes the best."

After being told by her, Zang Lang couldn't help stretching out his hand and scratching his head again:
"It takes a lot of oil to fry, eat it directly when it is cooked."

(End of this chapter)