The spicy teacher of the halberd

In the living room, the girls changed back into clothes and ate around the dining table.

“I can play by the beach again, and there is seafood takeaway. It’s so much every day…”

“Actually, I ate a lot at lunch, and now there are so many seafood, it’s really a little indigestible…”

“But is it really good if we divide Chang Weige’s share…”

The little bird looked worriedly at the kitchen, and Chang Wei continued to brush the dishes by the sink alone.

Eri snorted coldly and said, “Rogues and scum do not deserve sympathy. ”

Chang Wei sighed, only blaming himself for being cheap. It is clear that it is good to look at it generously, but it has to be a wave of death evaluation, and the more you talk about it, the more addictive it is.

“So what do I eat at night…”

“Let’s find the ingredients in the kitchen and make them yourself.” Eri glanced at Chang Wei, “Such as brushing pot water or something.” ”

Chang Wei shook his head with a wry smile and looked at the leftovers at noon.

There are some omelet rice made by birds, a little cold canola made by the sea, a little leftover beetroot soup, and plenty of wagashi.

Honogo, what kind of trouble are you making with so many fruits with you… You can’t just feed yourself with this stuff.

However, as a chef and a lecturer in the far moon, it would be too much to starve like this, and eating leftovers would also damage your dignity.

You can’t let the girls see the joke.

What’s more, the star nucleus in his mind was already impatient and excitedly running.

Chang Wei wanted to complain, since you are so psychic in the star core, you should have reminded me when Eri sneaked over.

However, one side is water and soil cultivation and the other person, since it is the star core of the little loli, Baoqi is just like its little master, it is a mischievous character.

When facing the cuisine, the star core was very sensible, and directly opened all the meteorite characteristics for Chang Wei.

Assimilation complete… Chang Wei looked at the rest of the omelet rice, and the main ingredient of the dish was it. Fortunately, the little bird made a lot of rice, except for the egg skin that had been eaten by Huayang, there was still some rice left.

Turning over the few remaining cold rape leaves, Chang Wei saw that there were still a lot of unattended rape stalks left at the bottom of the plate.

“Haiye Saigao, I really love you to death.”

Although the girls may think that the tender rape leaves are smoother and softer than the slightly rough and hard canola stalks, Hai Wei still put the rape stalks in.

The rape stalk left by this picky eater became Chang Wei’s lifesaver.

Raw rape needs to be blanched before cooking to enhance the taste and remove the earthy taste. However, rape stalks that have already been made into cold vegetables are not necessary.

Chang Wei put the rape stalk into a stone mortar and pounded it until the juice came out, just like making mugwort dumplings.

After all the green juice in the rape stalk is pounded, Chang Wei pours the remaining rice into the basin. The rice that had been left for the afternoon had become a little dry and hard, and there was not much moisture left, which was perfect for making fried rice.

But what Chang Wei wants to do is not fried rice.

He pours the rape stalk and green juice inside the stone mortar into the remaining rice, and then grinds the rice vigorously while stirring slowly.

Gradually, the juice makes the slightly dry and hard rice sticky again, and the whole rice ball turns an emerald green throughout, like a large ball, with scattered rape stalks and broken leaves.

Then pick out the wagashi one by one, and slowly paste another layer of green coat on the outside of each washi fruit.

Chang Wei turned to the stove, poured oil on the fire, heated it directly, and put these washfruits wrapped in a layer of new clothes into a low-temperature oil pan and fried.

To put it bluntly, it is a snack made by glutinous rice with herbs, soybean flour, etc. wrapped in various flavors of fillings. It’s not so much like rice cakes, but more like Qingming dumplings and wormwood dumplings.

Of course, wagashi is more ornamental in appearance, and the variety and filling flavor are also richer.

But in essence, wagashi is a confectionery supported by steamed glutinous rice, and its taste is “wet”.

Such snacks are naturally popular as casual snacks, but as a meal, eating too much will make your stomach uncomfortable and you will also have a sweet and greasy feeling.

Therefore, Chang Wei pasted a layer of rice cereal rape juice on the outside of the fruit, and used frying to increase the flavor.

The omelet rice used for rice cereal was originally seasoned, and the light salty and sour sauce flavor neutralized part of the sweetness of the Japanese fruit, making it not too greasy as a meal.

The most important thing is that the fried broken rice shell coating and the glutinous rice skin of the inner and fruity rice work together to form a perfect taste.

Many dishes pursue a three-dimensional taste, that is, through the change of taste from the outside to the inside, the wonderful taste of the ingredients can be preserved and sublimated again at the moment of mouth. Generally speaking, this taste is called crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

The dough composed of these two rice skins skillfully achieves a crispy outside and tender inside. The broken rice skin on the outside is crispy and fragrant, the glutinous rice skin inside is fragrant and delicious, and the sweetness of the filling is just right.

And the faint aroma of rapeseed and the low-temperature frying make the dumplings not feel greasy, but have a unique aroma of grass and wood.

“What is this aroma?”

Honogo, who is extremely sensitive to food, or to smell of wagashi, touched the kitchen and searched for the source of this faint fragrance.

Then she saw the cute emerald green dumplings that had just been fried on the plate.

“First of all, this is my dinner. If you have a big meal, don’t grab it…”

However, Chang Wei’s declaration of sovereignty seemed to have no effect, and Sui Naiguo did not speak, but looked at Chang Wei with big, pleading, and even a trace of sorrow.

It’s like begging for food.

Chang Wei sighed and stretched out his index finger: “You can only eat one.” ”

As if hearing the great good news, Hono Guo jumped up, and regardless of the oil stains and hot hands, grabbed an emerald green ball and stuffed it into his mouth.

“It’s delicious~”

At this moment, although he was on the seashore, Honogo let Buddha see the mountains and deep forests, surrounded by endless emerald green.

Rolling mountains, rolling terraces, and golden rape flowers fluttering in the breeze.

It is no less than this seaside scenery, yellow and green, full of spring atmosphere!

At this time, Suiniguo just wanted to lie quietly on this cotton pad made of soft glutinous rice, covered with an emerald green quilt, smell the sweet fragrance, and the healing breath made people want to close their eyes and sleep for a long time….

“Get me up, eat a ball and fall asleep, what kind of trouble, others still think I drugged it.”

Sui Naiguo, who was shaken by Chang Wei’s shoulders, finally came to his senses, swallowed and spat, and suddenly shouted loudly: “This is fried wagon!” ”