Reborn Nongmen Merchant Concubine

Chapter 78

With the expectation of raw pressed powder in her heart, Meng Yuan can be said to have slept soundly...

It was almost noon when I woke up the next day, looking at the bright sunshine, uh... so shameful, she actually slept in in ancient times, if this lets others know that she still has the face to go out and wander?

"Mengya, are you awake? I left some porridge for you, go and drink it!"

Li Shi's spirit today seems to be much better than the previous two days.

"Mom, why didn't you wake me up? Didn't you say that you will get up this morning to make flour for you? It's been a long time, and I don't know if this rice ball can be made!"

As he said that, he didn't care about the stomach that had protested a long time ago, and rushed to the mouth of the well in a hurry. If the rice milk is too dry, it will be difficult to handle when it is squeezed later. I hope it will not be too dry.

Lifting the rice milk that had been simmered in the well overnight, I pressed it with my hands, and it was soft, which meant that it was not too dry. It happened to be noon now, and I called Mengxiong to boil a large pot of water.Meng Yuan found the finished powder extractor and cleaned it for later use.

The only meat dishes at home now are the pork belly that I bought before and the leftovers that have been oiled.

In order to have something to mix with the squeezed powder for seasoning later, Meng Yuan purposely crushed the oil residue with a knife and then stir-fried it with minced peppers in a small pan.The time was a bit tight, so Meng Yuan didn't pick any vegetables but just cut the mint that was picked yesterday.

water, boiled.Mengyuan put the solidified rice balls in the powder squeezer and pressed them hard against the cauldron of boiling water.After the rice dumplings were stressed, the upper side was sealed and could not escape, so they could only drill out one by one along the previously made small holes and fall into the boiling water.

After all the rice dumplings were pressed out, Mengyuan poked the bottom with a pair of chopsticks and spread them along the rice noodle strips to prevent too much from being pressed together and turning into dumplings later.

While stirring, look at the color. If it is too rotten, it will not taste good. It is just right when it is half-cooked. Pick up the boiled powder and put it in the cold boiled water prepared in the morning to prevent it from expanding.

Put the fried crushed oil residue on the finished squeezed noodles, then put a little soup for cooking rice noodles and add some soy sauce.Sprinkle a pinch of mint, the white and green look really nice.

"Mother, you and my brother have a taste first, how does this pressed flour taste like rice noodles?"

Mengxiong was on the side lighting the fire and watching his daughter make powder in one go, and wanted to taste the taste, but the wife and the unborn child are the most important, so he endured the constant spitting out of his mouth. Drooling.

With her first experience, Meng Yuan swiftly made two big bowls of crushed flour. After adjusting the ingredients one by one, she gave one bowl to Mengxiong and kept the other bowl for herself.

Seeing such a tempting squeezed powder, Meng Yuan impatiently picked up a large chopstick and put it in her mouth.

"Woo, it's hot, it's so hot..."

"You girl, what are you doing in such a hurry, it's not like I won't give you food!"

Mengyuan sticks out her tongue in embarrassment, and only then blew a few times before she dared to put it in her mouth.She didn't want to feel that scalding feeling again.

On a hot day, eating spicy and hot squeezed noodles, Mengyuan has nothing to do except the constant "wheezing" in her mouth. There is no ice here. It stands to reason that after eating such a hot thing, go in and have a glass of ice-cold mung beans Sand is perfect.

It's a pity that the conditions at home are limited.

"Meng Ya, this is better than last night's rice noodles. It is fried with chili oil and served with mint. It is cool and spicy. After a night of fermentation, the noodles have a sour taste, which is very suitable for this season. Woolen cloth!"

"That's right, it doesn't matter who made it, father, mother, tell me, is this squeezed flour delicious? If it is sold on the street, will anyone buy it? The same goes for rice noodles."

"Well, will the cost be too high? Although it is brown rice, it is also made of rice. Will people in this town come to buy it?"

(End of this chapter)