Dad: I will farm and raise children after quitting the circle

Chapter 455 Pickled Cucumber Salty

Chapter 455 Pickled Cucumber Salty

Guaxian is a very distinctive pickle in the Yehe area and its surrounding areas. It is a versatile ingredient. It is generally used to deliver white porridge, and it can also be used for cooking.

Su Qinghe doesn't like stir-fried vegetables with salty melons. His favorite is white porridge. Take out the salted melons and wash them. You don't need to fry them, just cut them into small pieces and pour peanut oil on them. It's like a magic dish for porridge.

When I was in elementary school, the school provided breakfast. On Mondays and Wednesdays, I ate white porridge. On Mondays and Wednesdays, it was served with pickled mustard. The prepared melon and salty go to school to eat porridge.

Even if you don't put oil in it, a piece of melon salt can still be vying for by the students.

The practice of melon salting is not complicated. The freshly picked cucumbers are cleaned, opened vertically, put in salt and then exposed to the sun, dried in the sun and then salted and then dried. Generally speaking, it is dried twice or three times. , almost a week, Guaxian is ready.As long as the prepared melon salty is not stained with water or oil, it can be stored for a long time in a clay vat and moved to a cool place.

It was the first time for Su Qinghe to do it. When he was a child, he had seen the old lady do it, but the old lady didn't let him do it at that time.Obediently, this snack guy, after tasting the raw cucumber, saw Su Qinghe cutting the cucumber, and waited eagerly, like a very hungry stray dog ​​seeing something delicious, waiting for others to feed it.

Su Qinghe thought it was funny, put his tongue against his upper mouth, made a teasing sound, cut out a piece of cucumber and handed it to Guaiguai.

Guaiguai didn't know the meaning behind the voice, happily took the cucumber and quickly took a bite, his big eyes narrowed into crescents, extremely satisfied.

The old lady looked at it with a smile, and saw Su Qinghe's childhood shadow on Guaiguai, "Guaiguai is just like you when you were a child."

"That's for sure. After all, I grew up in the countryside. She must have experienced how I grew up!"

Cut the cucumbers without removing the seeds, put them directly into the antimony basin, sprinkle salt and spread evenly.

While pickling cucumbers, Su Qinghe thought of another divine dish for porridge, so he asked, "Grandmother, can we still find ginger in the mountains?"

Su Qinghe was brought up by the old lady. Since Su Qinghe's mother gave birth, she continued to go back to the county to work and earn money, leaving Su Qinghe who was just full moon to the old man and old lady.Among the four grandchildren, only Su Qinghe enjoys this exclusive treatment. As soon as he sticks up his butt, the old lady will know whether he is going to shit or pee.

"Want to eat ginger bran?"

"That's right, I haven't eaten for a long time. The last time I ate was when I just went out to work. You heard that I was not used to the food in the factory canteen, so you asked someone to bring me the melon salt and ginger bran at home." Su Qinghe Thinking about it, I feel such a pity. At that time, the old lady almost gave him all the melon salt and ginger bran at home. He only ate it for less than two months, and then met Qin Hao, a fool, who had not finished eating the melon He left both the salty and the ginger bran to Su Wenbiao's parents who took the most care of him.

"I haven't gone up the mountain for a long time. I don't know if there is anything to dig. I'll ask someone later." After finishing speaking, the old lady added, "Whether or not to add Wulianzi, it will taste better if you add Wulianzi. , but you have to wait until the summer vacation to have Wulianzi."

Ginger bran, in fact, is to grind the head of the ginger together with tangerine peel and hawthorn. If you add Wulianzi, that is, carambola, the taste will be even better.Ginger bran has the effect of digesting and appetizing. It is suitable for serving with rice and porridge. It is more liked by Su Qinghe than melon salty.

"It's okay without Wulianzi." Su Qinghe said, sighing, "It's a pity that the old house was demolished, and the stone pound is gone."

A stone pound is a tool composed of a stone support frame, a wooden pestle, a stone pestle, and a stone mortar. When Su Qinghe was very young, the village already had a rice thrasher, and the stone pound in the old house was rarely used. A group of children They are all used as a seesaw.The only time when the stone pound was used seriously was when the old lady dug a big bag of ginger on the mountain and came back to make ginger bran. When Su Qinghe came back a few years ago, Su Zhiliang’s family still had the ginger bran. eating.

Thinking of this, he suddenly asked: "Is my uncle's house still finished eating?"

"Are you a robber?" The old lady was amused by Su Qinghe.

"Compared to Guaiguai, how can I be considered a robber? Guaiguai, do you think so?" Su Qinghe smiled and turned to look at Guaiguai, who was smearing salt on cucumbers. If you want to say a robber, this little guy is worthy of the name , He has never seen anyone who can exchange a discarded bottle for a lollipop.

Be obedient and grow up a bit, maybe Su Zhiliang will repeat the mistakes of Su Qinghe's father, and the canteen will be destroyed.

Obediently watching, she couldn't hear Su Qinghe's bad words about her. When she woke up, she only heard the last sentence. She looked at Su Qinghe in confusion.

Su Qinghe immediately changed his words: "Father means, my boy also wants to pickle cucumbers, doesn't he?"

Obediently nodding her head like pounding garlic, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing her forearms like lotus root joints, and looked at Su Qinghe longingly.

Su Qinghe handed her a cucumber with a smile, obediently looked at it for so long, and had already memorized the steps, reached out and grabbed a handful of salt and sprinkled it on the cucumber, spreading the salt evenly like Su Qinghe did.

This action looked decent, the old lady and the others were amazed and sent rainbow farts over and over again.

"Guaiai is really too smart, you don't need to be taught, just look at it!"

"Hey, you're awesome, you can help daddy!"

"Guaiguai is much better than Ahe when he was a child. It's really amazing!" This sentence was said by the old lady, her heart went into the sea, and while praising Guaiguai, she also specifically hurt Su Qinghe, so as to highlight Guaiguai's goodness.

But it is Guaiguai herself who fuels this unhealthy trend. She loves to hear rainbow farts, even if they only boast a few words, she never tires of hearing them.But she prefers to hear the old lady compare her with Su Qinghe, and every time she hears that she is better than her father, she gets very excited.

It's the same now, with the approval and praise of a group of solid backers, she is even more energetic, and the little fat claw is about to rub off the skin of the cucumber. The current cucumber is still crisp, and it can't bear the obedient force, so it breaks.

The little guy was stunned for a moment, and was about to put the cucumber into his mouth overjoyed, but Bai Zhi hurriedly snatched it over, "This cucumber has been rubbed with so much salt, it will kill you!"

"Ah~" obediently reached out to snatch it back, "My~ I want to eat~~"

"You lick your fingers, try to see if it's salty?"

He obediently did as he said, and just tasted it, his little face wrinkled, and he spat, "Mom~ my hands are swollen~"

"What's the matter, what's the matter, it's marinated!" Bai Zhi mocked.

"I don't want this hand~"

When Bai Jian'an looked alive, his eyebrows trembled, "Hey, grandpa will take you to wash your hands, okay?"

"Hurry up~" Guaiguai immediately stood up, took Bai Jianan's hand and urged her, she couldn't bear the bad taste of her little hands.

After obediently washing their hands, Su Qinghe and the old lady had already spread salt on all the cut cucumbers, and they were spreading them on the vegetable sieve. Only then did Su Qinghe decide that today's pickles should be salty.

Coming down from upstairs, Su Qinghe washed his hands, picked up Guaiguai and buried his face on her bulging belly for a while, amused Guaiguai giggling happily.

"Hey, daddy will take you to Ergong's house to grab things, okay?"

Obediently's eyes lit up, pointing at the door, he urged Su Qinghe to leave quickly.

(End of this chapter)