[Comprehensive] The days when I pretended to be a meow in the Forbidden City

Then the mother and son opened the jar of pickled vegetables. Obviously, the low temperature this time allowed the vegetables to ferment smoothly. The anaerobic state allowed the lactic acid bacteria to multiply during the fermentation, and a sufficient amount of lactic acid was produced during the respiration process. Once the jar was opened It smelled the sour aroma that made the secretion of saliva quicken, and there was also a hint of spicy smell in the middle, which was the qualitative change brought about by the chili, garlic, and ginger that Xia Anran threw in.

Mother Xia took clean chopsticks out of each variety, put them in a small plate, a small plate with blue patterns on a white background, and placed it next to the pickle jar. The pickled radish, cabbage, and cabbage were all juicy. , She expressed sufficient trust in her son's craftsmanship, and directly stuffed the crispy radish into her mouth.

Along with chewing, there is numbness on the tip of the tongue, sweet sourness in the middle and sides of the tongue, a touch of saltiness, and a slight pain.

It is spicy.

But apart from the spiciness, there is no bitterness at the root of the tongue.

Xia Anran doesn't put much spices. Apart from the numb aroma brought by the peppercorns, these spices are not very noticeable, but the more you eat, the more fragrant they become, and the more you chew, the more beautiful they are. This, this taste is really..., Mother Xia can't find an adjective , can only be evaluated with the word "very beautiful".

The radish slices that have absorbed the juice are fresh, tender and crisp. Xia Anran kept a certain thickness when cutting the radish, just to make it taste good without losing the taste. The spicy and astringent taste of the radish itself in winter, after processing There was only a strand left, and this strand lingered just right in the mouth, stimulating the secretion of saliva even more.

This is the favorite taste of radish lovers, and it is also the reason why some people hate radish. It is the spicy taste and the unique earthy taste of water radish.

Xia's mother swallowed the pickled radish, and chose cabbage. Compared with radish, cabbage is naturally less chewy, but it is richer in water. When you eat it, it is full of pickle juice, which explodes in your mouth, which is extremely appetizing.

Cabbage has the advantages of both, and the taste and water are very full.

Mother Xia endured it, but she still couldn't hold back, "An Ran, can we do more?"

This is obviously not enough to eat.

When she stretched out her chopsticks just now, she realized that this jar is actually very shallow. Obviously, the practical function of this jar is far from keeping up. It is enough to make it once for three to five days. If you let go of your arms and eat it, you may only eat Two or three days, but it takes seven or eight days to do this

...Even if we do it today, the new batch will not be able to make it to the jar. She looked at the kimchi jar with watery eyes, a little resentful and resentful.

On the contrary, Xia Anran was not too satisfied with the taste, and felt that there was still room for control. Seeing Xia's mother like this, she could only shake her head and tell her a cruel fact, "Mom, the jar at home is gone."

"..."

"I don't have enough money, I'm afraid I won't be able to buy a jar."

"..."

Mother Xia silently closed the jar and fell into deep thought.

Xia Anran put the jar in the stove extremely calmly. The kimchi jar at home is that shiny light green color after being washed, and it looks pretty nice when placed in a bright place.

He poured out all the kimchi inside and put it in another jar, then took well water and washed the kimchi jar and left it to dry to make a second jar at night.

This jar is only so big, and it is estimated to have a capacity of only 2 liters. It can't be done much, so let's keep it for fun.

It just so happens that kimchi should not be eaten too much.

Xia Anran has no burden in her heart.

Unexpectedly, at night, Xia Anran watched in amazement as his grandmother took out a pen and paper, wrote a small letter under the light, and then put the kimchi jar on the stove, pressing the letter under her head. She looked at the inside of the little jar. Don't mention how nostalgic the eyes were, they glanced after each other, and finally looked back resolutely, and pushed Xia Anran back into the room by the way.

"Mom, what did you write?" Xia Anran, who was confused by what her mother said, stretched her neck to look hard. She didn't understand what her mother was doing. Xia's mother stuffed him into the bed all the way, and then whispered Tell him, "Mom wrote a small letter to Master Zao, asking him to taste our [kimchi]."

Xia Anran's eyes slowly widened. A child's eyes are already big, but now they are even rounder. And, there is still this kind of operation.

Seeing the woman under the candlelight, she sighed faintly, "I hope our Stove Lord... can appreciate my son's [kimchi]."

Mom, Mom, you are amazing, really.Xia Anran slowly closed her eyes, with disbelief and admiration written in her eyes, other people just prepared things for Stove Lord to take away, and this one of them... directly left a note for someone to recommend!

No, mom, calm down, calm down!Master Zao, bah, no, information workers in this era are not summoned beasts, how could they come just after you put a jar in it?

…Then the next day, he looked at the silver ingots on the stove and fell into deep thought.

...Are I abnormal or is this world abnormal?

Oh no, are the information workers in the Red Chamber set up so casually? ? ?

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On the second day, Xia Anran made rock candied yams according to the original plan, skewered them with thin bamboo sticks, and then took a writing brush and wrote an ugly note, asking her mysterious summoned beast how the candied haws tasted.

Then when he woke up the next day, he saw his little note with the word "good" in a strong stroke, which was particularly conspicuous, and he left a small amount of money on it.

Xia Anran: ...It's actually possible to do this!

Did he master the hidden way to open the dungeon?

Unexpectedly, I ended up taking the road of selling food and making money.

Xia Anran sighed softly, but his hands didn't stop, he was so duplicity that he insisted on boiling lard.

Lard, an unhealthy oil that has been abandoned by modern people, still occupies the main market in this era because of the backwardness of cold pressing technology and the fact that lard oil is indeed more fragrant than vegetable oil.

However, meat oil is generally not sold. It is sold in the market as a substance called "oil plate", which is actually the plate-shaped fat in the abdomen of pigs, and is directly sold by pork shops.

But what Xia Anran uses is closer to the one that everyone is familiar with, which is frying oil with fatty meat.

He dug out a spoonful of lard suet as the base, then cut a few large pieces of fat and threw it into the pot. As the temperature of the oil rose, the fat from the fat was forced out, and the fat itself became smaller and smaller, but the oil became more The more, the air is filled with the fragrance of lard.

When Xia Anran was young, vegetable oil hadn't been fully spread yet, and everyone still cooked with meat oil. The elderly in his family often fried meat oil by themselves.

In addition to lard, there will be another very, very delicious snack, which is pastry.

The fat that has been forced away will eventually turn into a small ball and be fried golden, but there will always be some fat that stays in the meat stubbornly, but these fats will turn into a supreme delicacy after entering the mouth!

Once put into the mouth, as the teeth bite into the meat, a little juice will burst out after being crispy, and then there will be a strong pork aroma.

Through frying, the original fatty taste will be transformed into a small snack with three wonderful flavors: fragrant, crisp and crisp.

Lard is really fragrant. Many Chinese dim sum will remind you to eat it while it is hot after purchase, because many Chinese dim sum use lard. The entrance of lard when it is hot will not make you feel greasy. While you feel the fragrance, you pay a silent tribute to the fat you eat.

But the next bite will still bite.After all, how can you lose weight if you are not full?

Of course, Xia Anran didn't come here to make pastry.

What he wants to do is a dish that took up a large proportion when he was a child, but few people cook it when he grows up - lard bibimbap.

This is the recipe improved by the elders in his family. There is no lard when cooking. Only after scooping it into the bowl, put a piece of lard on top of the boiling rice, pour special sauce, sprinkle Serve with puff pastry.

Use the heat of the rice to melt the lard. Fresh lard is covered on each grain of rice. After mixing well, the entrance is only fragrant, not greasy.

Served with a light vegetable soup to dissolve the salty taste of the sauce, and at the same time use the sweetness of the vegetables to wrap around the oily aroma, Xia Anran was able to eat 3 large bowls empty-handed.Then he lay on the bed full of himself and learned from the little pig.

But later, because the society vigorously promoted the unhealthiness of lard, the grandparents who loved their grandchildren did not dare to make it for the chubby chubby Xia at that time, and they no longer made egg dumplings, because egg dumplings had to be used Fried in lard.

It's just that sometimes the amount of lard can't be controlled, and my grandfather just takes the fat and swirls it on the spoon.

Feeling excited, Xia Anran jumped off the stool and ran out with short legs, shouting "Mom, mom! Do we have any more chickens?"

Xia's mother, who was drying clothes, showed a bit of embarrassment when she heard the words, "The chickens sent should have been eaten...the two chicks at home haven't laid eggs yet."

Xia Anran rubbed her chin with her small short hand, and ran out after talking to Xia's mother. He went to the next door to borrow chickens, and agreed to return them with egg dumplings. The uncle next door was also big-hearted. Seeing that Xia Anran came to borrow it, she told him that there were no more chickens outside, but the hen's nest hadn't been touched today, so she could go and see if there were any new chickens in the old hen's nest.

Do you know the fighting power of brooding hens?

When Xia Anran was standing at the door of the chicken coop, the old hens who were strangers all turned their heads and stared at him, and then their eyes gradually became sharper.

Xia Anran: ...Wait!I think I can explain it! !

Xia Anran, who was chased away by the hen, finally ran back to her own house. The uncle next door brought some chickens, plucked the child's head off two chicken feathers, and went back laughing.After a while, Xia Anran heard the unbridled laughter of the neighbors.

He broke the egg bitterly, and stirred it with chopsticks as if venting his anger.

snort!Wait until I grow up!

wait!I!long!big!Eat you all one by one!

He picked up a spoon, waved it a few times in the air like a swordsman, and put it on the fire. Mother Xia at the door covered her mouth and smiled secretly.

That night, when someone passed by Xia's house, he hesitated for a moment. Seeing the faint light on the stove from a distance, he turned over and went in. There was a dark fire under the stove, and there was warmth in the room. A little star lamp.

Bean big lights, not bright, can barely see things.

He picked up the note pressed under the small lamp, opened the stove, and there was a bowl full of white rice inside, and followed the steps written by the boy above in ugly characters, covering it with lard and pouring sauce Juice, sprinkle with pastry.

Flatten it with a rice spoon and eat it in one bite.

The hot, savory rice, the rich meat flavor, the crispy pastry after cooling off, the salty, fresh and slightly spicy sauce smeared in his mouth layer by layer, and he drank another mouthful of egg dumplings and cabbage Soup, the light soup washes away the strong taste just now, and the egg dumplings in your mouth have another taste.

good to eat.

Also very warm.

He put down the spoon and sighed contentedly.