The little sick cat of the rich and powerful

Chapter 137 137 Cats
"The next step is stuffing," Song Yuan asked her, "Salty or sweet, you can put it in as you choose."

Of course it’s salty. Jing Nuo’s enthusiasm for salted meat dumplings is very high now, and it feels fresh just looking at it.

She watched Song Yuan operate.

For the sweet rice dumplings in Song Yuanbao, first throw some rice to fill the bottom, then put a candied date, grab a thick cover, put two candied dates, and then fill it with glutinous rice.

"You put so little jujube." Jing Nuo disliked it.

Song Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I'm going to wrap it up."

Jing Nuo nodded and watched carefully.

Song Yuan covered the zongzi leaves with one hand, and wrapped them with one hand. The hemp rope was also soaked in the water. With the other hand, she shook the water with a hemp rope, wrapped it around the zongzi, and tied a knot. Show it to Jing Nuo.

A beautiful triangular rice dumpling was wrapped.

"It's very simple." Jing Nuo nodded confidently, his eyes sparkling, "I think I've learned it!"

Song Yuan watched her operate with a smile.

However, the painting style is a bit wrong from the first step.

Jing Nuo also took some salty glutinous rice to fill the bottom, and next, she took the beef strips and placed them in a circle next to the zongzi leaves.

"...You seem to have put too much?"

"It tastes better if there is more meat."

Jing Nuo didn't care, grabbed some glutinous rice to fill a thin layer, and then put a layer of mushrooms and scallops.Fill it with another layer of glutinous rice, put another strip of beef, circle it, and put half a salted egg yolk in the middle.Then there is another layer, this time green beans and shrimps are added, and another layer of glutinous rice is added, and it is about to stand out.

Song Yuan: I just quietly watch you operate.

It was also the first time I saw salty rice dumplings made like this in the live broadcast room:
[Good guy, I am direct good guy, this material is too solid]

[Where is the bacon and eight-treasure rice for feelings? 】

【How delicious this is, I also want to eat meat dumplings like this. 】

[I always thought that the meat in the meat dumpling was where the soul was, until I saw the real meat dumpling from the anchor. 】

[Hahahahahaha I want to share it with my friends in the south. 】

Jing Nuo imitated Song Yuan and covered the zongzi leaves, but she was a bit full, and the glutinous rice on both sides couldn't stop it after she covered it. As soon as she tried hard, the zongzi leaves cracked a little.

Jing Nuo:!
Feeling that the zongzi was about to fall apart, she didn't dare to move her hands, and looked at Song Yuan for help.

"It can't cover QAQ"

It was really hard for Song Yuan to hold back his laughter, and took another zong leaf, and went to help Jing Nuo make another circle around the outside.

Only when the girdle was solid did she let go, and picked up a hemp rope for her to tie up the zongzi herself.

Jing Nuo turned the hemp rope around, and carefully tied a buckle.

Not even breathing.

After finally finishing it, he hurriedly held it up in front of Song Yuan like offering a treasure: "Look!"

Her zongzi was much bigger than Song Yuanbao's, and the edges and corners were not so obvious, it was round and chubby.

Song Yuan still praised her: "It's amazing."

A wave of "666" was deducted in the live broadcast room.

Song Yuan weighed her zongzi in her hand, as if holding a small iron ball.

Really sincere rice dumpling.

Generally, zongzi are not wrapped too tightly, nor filled with rice too much, because there must be room for the glutinous rice to expand.

As for Jing Nuo...you can feel it when you touch it, it fills up all the gaps.

Jing Nuo picked up two more leaves of zongzi, and this time I want to make a sweet one.

Song Yuan put down the wrapped zongzi in her hand and didn't touch her hands again, fearing that when Jing Nuo needed her later, she wouldn't be able to spare her hands.

Jing Nuo didn't even fill in the corners with rice this time, and just stuffed a candied date into it.

Song Yuan hesitated to speak, and moved his hand, but in the end he didn't stop her.

Forget it, she can wrap it however she wants, it's boring that the dumplings are always the same.

After filling the jujubes, Jing Nuo grabbed a handful of glutinous rice, covered the candied dates, and then scooped a large spoonful of bean paste stuffing into it, and pressed it carefully to make it flat.

Seeing her posture in the live broadcast room, she immediately laughed.

【It’s too cute hahahahahahaha】

[This is the real start of making eight-treasure rice]

[Sensible, I have already started to record the screen]

【It's so funny, I want to see what you can do with sweet rice dumplings】

After spreading the bean paste, Jing Nuo spread a layer of glutinous rice like fine sand, then sprinkled a few raisins, put some glutinous rice, and scooped a spoonful of purple potato filling.

When the purple potato stuffing was scooped up, Jing Nuo felt something was wrong, the color was too light, and it wasn't strong enough, but it was a bit off... She put it on the tip of her nose and smelled it, and then swallowed it into her mouth.

"Hey, hey, why don't you ask if it's raw or cooked!" Song Yuan was startled by her, and stood up straight away, about to grab the spoon.

Jing Nuo sipped it, swallowed it, and told Song Yuan pleasantly: "There is taro added here! It smells like mashed taro!"

"No, why don't you ask if it's raw or cooked?" Song Yuan felt his blood go straight to Tianling Gai.

If it turns out to be good or bad, the big boss may not be able to tear her up.

"But this is familiar." Jing Nuo looked at her innocently.

Song Yuan kept smiling: "But you didn't eat it, how do you know it's cooked? If it's raw, you should go to the hospital."

Jing Nuo looked at her blankly, in her mind, it never occurred to her that the mashed taro was still raw.

Jing Nuo still thought "but", but was interrupted gently by Song Yuan: "Miss Jing, promise me, next time you won't put everything in your mouth when you see it, okay?"

Jing Nuo felt aggrieved: "I don't have it...but it's cooked..."

Song Yuan didn't argue with her, he finished what he had to say, and stroked along the hair: "Okay, no, then you know that taro is added to this purple potato, what should you do?"

Jing Nuo scooped up a big spoon and put it into the rice dumpling.

The text in the live broadcast room laughed out loud:
【Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha my god why is the anchor so cute】

[Although I can't see it, I can imagine what happened, and I can't help laughing just listening to the conversation]

[Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

[The sound of the wronged milk comes out, my God, it's so cute, let her eat it ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

[The aunt at the corner of her mouth never let go of her smile. 】

Jing Nuo filled the purple sweet potato, then pressed two big candied dates, and filled the gap with glutinous rice. As expected, the rice dumpling leaked again.

Song Yuan took the zongzi and helped her "bandage" the injured zongzi again.

Two zongzi, one salty and one sweet, were buried in the middle of the small triangular zongzi of the Song Yuanbao like two big land mines.

Song Yuan sincerely suggested: "Don't make your bag too full, leave a centimeter of space, and it will be closed."

Jing Nuo nodded, and the next dumpling was full again.

Song Yuan sighed, and went to help it reinforce the zongzi resignedly.

Forget it, let her be happy.

Jing Nuo made another glutinous rice bucket, this time she asked Song Yuan for two green vegetable leaves on a whim.

Song Yuan washed some milk cabbage for her and asked her what to do with it.

Jing Nuo smiled mysteriously and said nothing, motioning for her to watch.

(End of this chapter)