C593 Farm Rice
C593 Farm Rice
Qiu Shiming suddenly felt that Muxin was not worth it. Muxin, in order to pursue Shi Jiangyuan, had also done many crazy acts like an artist.
Although the matter had stirred up an uproar, Shi Jiangyuan merely rejected indifferently, causing Muxin to wash her face with tears for a while.
In the end, it was the awakening of the artist's nature, Muxin decided to study abroad.
If not for Shi Jiangyuan's relentless rejection, Muxin would still be wandering around the country and not be able to reach her current artistic achievements, Wu thought at this time.
After all, Muxin's artistic thinking is still inclined to the western style, in the domestic estimated not much water spray.
Of course, this was all in the past. With Kang Ying by his side, Qiu Shiming couldn't talk about Muxin's situation any further. Saying a little more would make him feel sorry for Kang Ying.
Kang Ying came out of the kitchen with hot soy milk and some orange cakes for the guests to eat.
Kang Ying vaguely heard Xu Shiming talk about someone called Muxin, but of course, she didn't care too much about it.
She didn't know all of Shi Jiangyuan's former classmates and friends, so she didn't ask them all.
Unless she met someone like Qiu Shiming, she would ask around.
Seeing Kang Ying entertaining them so enthusiastically and even busily cooking for them, Qiu Shiming felt somewhat guilty for a moment, so he didn't mention Muxin's name in front of Shi Jiangyuan.
Luckily, Shi Jiangyuan didn't have any feelings for Muxin. Even now, he was still unmoved by Muxin. Otherwise, if he touched any of Shi Jiangyuan's sensitive nerves, he would really be ashamed of Kang Ying.
"This is Southern Soybean Milk, it's rather sweet. I wonder if you can accept it? We don't have salted soy milk. " Kang Ying explained.
"It's alright, we'll have to try eating. We came to the south just to experience the local customs and customs of the north. Wouldn't it be boring if we still drank the salty soy milk?" Qiu Shiming chuckled.
"Yeah, we've been overseas for so many years, and we've already gotten used to the taste of the world. Dongpo meat is not Dongcheng meat, and Egg Fried Rice is curry rice, an improved version of the Chinese food. " Tian Xi joked.
Shi Jiangyuan asked curiously, "Where did you get the beans from?" This is not available at the snack bar. "
Kang Ying's soy milk was meant to make the Northerners understand. Actually, this kind of soy milk should be called bean curd in the south. It was tofu that had not been served with brine yet. It was smooth and refreshing to taste, with sugar added to it. It was the most delicious delicacy in summer when it was hot and dry.
In the streets and alleys of the Lu County, whenever the weather got hot in summer and autumn, there would be people hawking goods in the alleys and alleys.
The man selling the beans carried a load, with the beans in an urn at one end and water, sugar and bowls at the other.
If someone bought a bean flower, they would make a bowl for the other party. After eating it, they would wash it with clean water before continuing to peddle it.
However, it was spring now, and those who sold the beans didn't come out that early. Normally, it would be difficult to buy this kind of bean, so Shi Jiangyuan asked.
Kang Ying smiled and said, "This is made from tofu made by Second Aunt Zhang. I told her to keep it."
Shi Jiangyuan suddenly realized that it wasn't easy to eat this kind of bean curd unless he made it himself.
Shi Jiangyuan had lived in the Lu County since he was young, so he was naturally used to this feeling.
Unexpectedly, Qiu Shiming's family also ate with relish. Qiu Shiming also said, "His family likes to eat sweet foods, it tastes just right."
After finishing the dessert, he smelled the fragrance of duck soup and stewed mustard rice coming from the kitchen.
Qiu Shiming's parents both said that the taste of these dishes was especially rich, much stronger than those in the capital city.
It was the same when the people of the city came to the countryside. What they admired the most was the air and food in the countryside.
When the rice was ready, Kang Ying purposely didn't use an electric cooker but a firewood stove instead. When the rice was about to ripen, she took out the big firewood from the stove, leaving only two small sticks to slowly burn.
It was not easy to eat guoba in the city. Everyone was already using electric cookers. Besides, the pace of life in the city was much faster. Who would be in the mood to braise guoba?
The rice that was able to braise the guoba was also very fragrant. Of course, one had to grasp the heat perfectly, otherwise, if the stew was too overdone, the guoba would be charred and the entire pot of rice would be destroyed.
When Kang Ying saw that the guoba was about to take shape, she completely removed the remaining firewood, leaving only a little carbon in the stove so that the guoba could be slowly stewed to a golden color.
She then used a small firewood stove on the other side to cook two little hens. Each of the hens weighed only one jin, and had never laid an egg before. At this stage, these hens were the most nutritious, so they were more expensive to sell in the market.
The two little hens were only about three catties in weight. Kang Ying put the chopped chicken in the pot and fried it. She only put some ginger and garlic in it. It completely emphasized the sweet taste of the little hens themselves.
She put the fried little hen on the table, and the rice, and a pot of white duck soup on the table, and began to talk to everyone about the meal.
Taking advantage of the fact that the big fellow hadn't come to the table yet, Kang Ying once again stir-fried a huge plate of cabbage and sweet potato leaves. The green leaves, along with the tender white garlic petals, looked exceptionally appetizing.
"This is the authentic farm food, please give it a try." Kang Ying said politely.
"It's been hard on you. It smells so good. You'll have a big appetite after one look." Tian Xi laughed.
Tian Xi had to look at her son. Little kids loved to run around. At this age, they were always lively and active. It was impossible for them to not see their son at once.
Just a moment ago, he even climbed onto the Tiger's back, and wanted to go to the Tiger to "ride a big horse."
Luckily, Tiger actually had a good temper and did not seem to be angry at all, causing him to twist around on his body.
When Qiu Shiming's parents sat down, they immediately saw that the meal was rather tiring and the ingredients were good, but it was not easy to highlight the original taste of the good ingredients.
Kang Ying served everyone some rice and said, "There's a wok in the wok, who wants one?"
"I want it!" Almost everyone raised their hands. Even Qiu Liang, who didn't know what a guoba was, raised his own hand as well when he saw that everyone was raising theirs.
Kang Ying then used a spatula to slowly shovel the pot. The spatula covered two-thirds of the bottom of the pot. With a scoop, the pot came off. It was golden in color. It was very alluring.
Kang Ying saw that everyone wanted it, so she put it in a large basin and placed it on the table, allowing everyone to take it for themselves.
Qiu Shiming added a pot and chewed with relish. He said immediately, "It's so fragrant. When I was young, I ate guoba at my grandma's house. I haven't eaten guoba for dozens of years."
The two elders also ate very sweetly, praising the taste as before. However, due to their seniority, they didn't dare to eat too much. They only ate a small piece, reminiscing about the past for a bit, and that was enough.