59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang

The brush was so big that it was hard to get enough oil for you to use.

"With such a big brush, how can there be so much oil for you to use?"

Chen Feng patted his brother's shoulder.

"Don't even think about it. That brush is for washing cars."

Entering the kitchen, the old lady and Zhou Qing were making glutinous rice balls.

The Chen family's glutinous rice balls were not the small industrial pigeon egg-sized glutinous rice balls of later generations, but the traditional handmade large glutinous rice balls, one in a small bowl.

A little foodie like Chen Li can basically only eat two.

According to Brother Qiang's words, it's useless to give her a chance.

The little girl is now standing on a chair, stretching her neck to watch her mother and grandmother processing sesame seeds.

"It's a pity there's no lard." The old lady felt that the glutinous rice balls were not perfect.

The filling of glutinous rice balls is usually made of sesame, lard and sugar. Lard can make the filling more delicious.

Chen Feng is going to go to his uncle's house when spring comes, and ask Zhou Jing to apply to buy two piglets to raise.

The policy issued last year has stabilized. The government supports farmers to open up private plots and raise pigs, chickens, ducks and other side businesses. Farmers are allowed to sell chickens and ducks to state-owned units, so everyone does not have to worry about raising them and handing them in.

"It's already very good, grandma."

This time, Chen Feng did not intervene in making the filling of glutinous rice balls.

The main thing is that there are no technical requirements for this. Just knead the dough, make the filling, wrap the balls, and start the furnace.

Chen Hao cleaned the tricycle, pushed it into the study, and ran over to see.

"Brother, will there be enough sugar?"

"Don't worry, it's guaranteed to be sweet, and if it's not sweet, you don't have to pay!"

"Huh?"

Chen Hao didn't understand his brother's watermelon stalk, but he was just asking casually.

The old man was bored staying in the study alone, so he went to the kitchen with his beloved teapot.

Seeing his three grandchildren standing around, he smiled and said, "Do you know why glutinous rice balls are called glutinous rice balls?"

Chen Hao actively answered, "Because it is still a round ball in the soup."

"Little Lili, do you know?" The old man brushed the little girl's pigtails.

The little girl said without thinking, "It's delicious."

"You, you only know how to eat." Zhou Qing was a little worried about her little daughter's foodie personality, but the little girl was happy and carefree every day.

"Hehe, mother."

The old man ate a piece of the cake that Chen Feng bought, and gave them one piece each.

"Dumplings symbolize a happy family reunion. Eating dumplings also means a happy and reunited family in the new year, you know."

Chen Hao whispered: "Grandpa, when will the second uncle come back?"

The old man sighed and said: "He, he won't come back."

"Grandpa, nanny, my sister-in-law asked me to give you these white fungus and red dates."

He Yushui pushed open the kitchen door carelessly and brought a few taels of white fungus and some dried red dates.

Chen Feng took a look and saw that the red dates should be the ones he gave to Sha Zhu last year, and they probably didn't finish eating the leftovers.

I don't know where the couple got the white fungus from.

But although Sha Zhu is a small cook, he has worked in several big restaurants and his methods are actually quite wild.

Sha Zhu can prepare the condiments that Chen Feng can't find in just a few days.

"Okay, thank you, you can take these raisins back and mix them into stuffing." Zhou Qing gave the remaining more than a pound of raisins to He Yushui.

"Aunt, it's too much." He Yushui said embarrassedly.

"Take it."

"Thank you, Aunt."

The old lady fanned the sesame seeds and mixed them with sugar to make the filling for the glutinous rice balls, and put a lot of raisins in it.

Chen Feng quietly put a lot of fructose in the yellow sand sugar.

Fructose is the sugar from fruits, which is an important source of fruit sweetness.

Cherries and grapes have the highest sugar content, accounting for almost one-tenth. On the contrary, watermelons, which will be popular in the future, have less calories in a pound of watermelon than a bowl of rice.

The latter is good news for foodies.

Of course, it is best not to eat more than one pound of watermelon a day, and a balanced diet is still very important.

Speaking of which, Chen Feng's vineyard in the space has a high yield.

Except for a part of it being made into raisins, most of it is sealed and waited to be used for winemaking in the future.

So this time he separated dozens of kilograms of fructose and put more than one kilogram of yellow sand sugar.

A piece of cake, eaten in three or two bites.

"Mom, I'll make glutinous rice balls too."

Chen Hao watched for a while and wanted to make one.

"I want one too!" Chen Li raised her hand and said loudly.

When it comes to making food, the two of them are very, very, extremely active.

"Don't come, glutinous rice balls are not dumplings. If you put too much stuffing,

Too sweet, not tasty. "The old lady had experienced making dumplings several times, and had long seen through the "tricks" of the two foodies.

These two guys made dumplings, and they wanted to make them into meat buns.

"Grandma, I promise not to put too much stuffing this time." Chen Hao looked at the old lady holding the glutinous rice flour skin in one hand and the sesame stuffing in the other hand, and always felt bored watching.

"Okay, if you want to learn, just try it." The old man encouraged this "love of labor" behavior.

"Thinking back then, your dad also liked to stuff stuffing into glutinous rice balls when making them."

Chen Hao's eyes lit up and asked, "Grandpa, is it delicious?"

Chen Li also pricked up her ears.

"Sweet, too sweet, not delicious." The old man shook his head.

"Grandpa, isn't it better the sweeter it is?" Chen Hao didn't understand, he thought the more sugar the better.

"Everything can't be excessive, otherwise it will be counterproductive. "The old man pointed at the salt on the stove and said, "Salt is a good thing, but if you put too much, it will be very salty and it will not taste good."

Chen Hao felt that he understood.

"Grandpa, I understand. Mom put too much salt last time and it tasted bad. "

Zhou Qing paused while wrapping the glutinous rice balls and glared at her son.

If it wasn't the Lantern Festival today, she would have beaten him up.

It is natural for parents to beat their sons.

Liu Haizhong next door, when he was scolded by his leader, beat his son when he came back. When he was contradicted by people in the yard, he beat his son when he was unhappy. When he was unhappy with his son, he would still beat his son.

Every time, he was howling like a ghost, so that everyone here could hear it.

During the Chinese New Year, he beat his son severely again.

The glutinous rice balls were made in the morning, and they still had lunch at noon.

In the afternoon, Chen Feng helped the old man write a manuscript of several thousand words. In the evening, he cooked a pot of glutinous rice balls, white fungus, raisins, and red dates.

The whole family ate glutinous rice balls in the kitchen dining room.

Chen Feng took out the yellow granulated sugar and poured himself a spoonful.

"Do I do it, or do you do it yourself?"

"I'll do it myself."

Seeing this, Chen Hao put in two spoonfuls and drank a sip of sugar water.

"Hehe, just right! "

Chen Li rolled her eyes and put in a spoonful of soup first. Seeing that no one cared about her, she became bolder and put in another spoonful.

When she took out the third spoonful, Chen Feng stopped her.

"Enough, enough. If you put too much, it won't taste good."

After eating three dumplings, Chen Feng put down the bowl.

He was still not used to pure sweets.

Because he was strong and consumed a lot, he preferred high-calorie meat.