Whose farming family has the male protagonist giving three piglets as a gift at the beginning?

Chapter 496: Bean curd and dregs of bean paste

Su Zimu swallowed his saliva and rolled his eyes. He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he heard a "pop" and Su's mother slapped him on the shoulder.

He turned to look at Su's mother in disbelief, only to see Su's mother looking at him seriously, "You kid, didn't you just waste your time for a while? I said your sister won't blame us, you have to Let’s fix this!”

Su Zimu tilted his head slightly, and the confusion in his eyes became more intense. He raised his hand, pointed at Su's mother and then at himself. He wanted to explain something, but he didn't dare to speak when he met Su's mother's eyes.

Su Ziling straightened up and chuckled, "Okay, stop acting and come over here quickly to pick the kohlrabi roots. I probably won't be able to finish it in the dark today."

Seeing Su Ziling coming out, Su A'nai smiled, "I told her not to stop her, but you didn't listen."

Su Zimu obediently moved the stool and went to select kohlrabi roots with Su A Nai.

Su Ziling continued to boil water to soak the olives. After washing the olives and draining the water, she put them in a large vat, now waiting to be filled with water.

The water was boiling a little too slowly, and the cooking pot had oil and could not be used, so I had to use a new pot in the yard. For two thousand kilograms of olives, it would take several pots just to boil the water.

Mother Su over there washed and dried the kohlrabi roots needed for pounding bean paste, and then went to select the rest.

While the kohlrabi roots were drying out, Su Ziling went to prepare the necessary condiments. She had already poured out the fermented tofu residue on the dustpan.

After covering it for so many days, it was still warm after pouring it out. She pulled out the tofu residue a few times, cut a bowl of shredded ginger, and prepared a bowl of salt, pepper noodles, sweet pepper noodles and a small amount of grass fruit powder.

Dry the kohlrabi roots and cut them into small sections. Put them into a pestle and mortar together with the shredded ginger. Mash them first, then pour the fermented tofu residue into the pestle and mortar. Add appropriate amounts of salt, Sichuan peppercorns, sweet peppers, fennel and grass fruits in sequence. , and then it can be pounded.

There was a lot of fermented tofu residue and it couldn't be finished in one go, so Su Ziling pounded it three times.

Chopping bean paste is a laborious job. She was sweating profusely after just pounding a nest. Seeing this, Su's mother called Su's father beside her, "Second brother, please wash your hands and help Xiaoqing pound it!"

"Ah?" Su's father looked up and said, "Oh, here we come."

He washed his hands and shook the water as he walked, "If you can't pound it, you have to call me, stupid girl!"

Su Ziling smiled, handed the pestle to Su's father, and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I didn't expect it to be so laborious. The main reason is that it was too much. There were so many tofu dregs. I covered them all and pounded them all. It’s estimated that it will last for two years.”

The pounded bean paste on the side is smooth and delicate, and the bean flavor is full of flavor. "Can you eat this now? It smells weird."

"Okay," Su Ziling took a small piece to Father Su, "I tasted the salt and it's just right. I just don't know if the pepper will be too spicy for you to eat."

"Yeah, it's not spicy! It's just right!" Su's father took a bite and it was so spicy that his eyes lit up in a frightening way.

There are two types of sweet peppers Su Ziling chooses. One is grown at home. This one is spicier, but the color is not very good. The one Chen San bought for her is quite good in color, but not spicy enough.

So in order to make the color look good, she used both kinds of peppers, plus the spiciness of kohlrabi root and the flavor of ginger, so it tastes a bit spicy now.

"Have you put all the condiments in here? Can you just pound it?" Father Su started to pound it after finishing eating.

"Put it away, just pound it, just like I pounded it!" Su Ziling said, as if she had thought of something, she turned and walked towards the kitchen.

He took a gong pot down, scooped two bowls of rice into it, and lit the fire in the fire pit. "Axiu, come here, I have something to do for you."

"Here it comes!" Axiu was also selecting kohlrabi roots. Every time she picked one, there was a spicy smell that made her burst into tears.

She washed her hands at the well, "Sister, why are you calling me?"

"Help me cook the rice. Don't use too much heat. Turn the pot every now and then to make sure it doesn't burn."

"Hey! Sister, don't worry, I'm the best at gong pot rice, but didn't we just eat it a while ago? Why do we need to cook again?"

Axiu sat in front of the fire pit, looking up at her with confusion in her eyes.

Su Ziling rubbed her head, "You cook it first, and my sister will prepare something delicious for you later."

"Oh." She responded obediently. It was really boring to sit there, so she moved the pigweed in again and chopped out tomorrow's pigweed when she had time.

Seeing her guarding the fire pit, Su Ziling took a dustpan, wiped away the ashes and started making bean paste cakes.

Pull out a ball, form it into a ball, move your hands back and forth, and a bean paste pancake will come out.

Su's father pounded it, and Su Ziling kneaded it alone. It was faster, but pounding it was more time-consuming.

It took half an hour for Su's father to finish pounding them all. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "This stuff is delicious, but it's also a bit too laborious. How about this nest? Is it ready?" "

Su Ziling straightened up and took a look, "That's it!"

Axiu's rice over there was also cooked. She took out the gong pot and trotted over, "Sister, sister, the rice is ready. I've already brought it out."

"You take off the fire, and then put it next to the charcoal to bake slowly. We'll have some crispy rice later," Su Ziling said.

"Hey! Got it!" Axiu responded and ran back again.

The bean paste pancakes seemed to come out of the same mold. They were neatly placed in the dustpan. One nest could hold a dustpan. Su Ziling squeezed three dustpans in total, which made her feet numb from squatting. (bean paste pie chart)

"Dad, help me put these dustpans on the drying rack to dry them."

"It's so thick, how long does it take to dry?"

"It's about a month or so, that's about it. I basked it in the sun for the past few days and turned it over frequently. But it shouldn't be in the sun for too long. It still needs to be air-dried naturally. It's easy to crack if it's in the sun for too long."

"Oh, oh, OK, I put it on top. You can call your brother or me when you collect it in the evening. Whoever has time calls whoever you want. You ladies are not allowed to take it by yourself. It's too high."

After drying, Su's father patted the dust on his hands and warned him worriedly.

"Sister, the food is getting cold!" Axiu stood at the door and shouted.

"Hey, it's here!" Su Ziling packed up her things and said to Su's father: "I know, Dad, even if you don't tell us, we won't take it. We can't reach it."

Putting away the condiment bowl, she turned around and entered the kitchen with the bean paste she had specially set aside.

"How's it going? Are you confused?" She asked with a smile, looking at the little greedy cat guarding the fire pit.

"It's not mushy, I'm turning it around, and I feel like today's crispy rice cake must be particularly crispy!"

Axiu raised her face, her black and white eyes flickering.

"I knew you were greedy, so I'll be here soon!" Su Ziling put away the unused condiments, came over with an empty plate and an oil can, and squatted by the fire pit to inspect the gong pot rice.