Food for the people

Sure enough, Song Siming was standing outside the door with a four-square package. Seeing Qiao Yu open the door and come out, he smiled and nodded at him.

"I bought some sauced duck when I came back. The taste is not bad. I'll bring some to you for a taste."

During the days when Song Siming was not at home, the two brothers Qiao Yu and Qiao Ling completely regarded themselves as the grandsons of Mrs. Song, and they would never hesitate at all as long as the old lady ordered them to help with anything.

If Song Siming was skeptical of them at the beginning, now he has completely accepted the two brothers.

The two families are not relatives better than relatives, and whoever has any delicious food will want to give some to the other, so Song Siming came back from his errand and bought some sauced duck on the street. I wrapped an extra copy for the two brothers, and delivered it to them as soon as the things were put away.

Qiao Yu didn't show any politeness to him, she put away the things and let Song Siming in.

Song Siming stood at the door and touched his nose, "I won't go in, aren't you eating?"

Qiao Yu raised his head to look at him: "What? Are you afraid that I won't have a bite of food for you?"

Song Siming shook his head and smiled: "I came back in a hurry and didn't bother to eat. Grandma and Yueyue had already eaten. I wanted to go back and eat something casually. If this is the case, then I will not be polite."

Qiao Yu said, "I didn't ask you to be polite."

Song Siming is a few years older than Qiao Yu, but that is based on biological age. If it is strictly based on psychological age, in Qiao Yu's eyes, Song Siming is only half a child. He's much more mature than he looks.

So the age of the two went up and down one by one, until they could barely be regarded as half the same age. After Qiao Yu got acquainted with him, he found that his judgment at the beginning was correct. But he is kind and soft, which is in line with his current age.

Song Siming also had the same thought in his heart. The more he got in touch with Qiao Yu, the more he found that this brother who was a few years younger than him was mature and thoughtful. Qiao Ling, who was still young, was much stronger than himself who was at a loss when his parents just passed away.

The two were at the same age, so they became friends as a matter of course. Now that they were friends, Qiao Yu's speech was not as polite as before, but regarding Song Siming's errand, he still had a tacit understanding and didn't ask much.

Song Siming entered the house with Qiao Yu, Qiao Ling was cooking rice, when he saw Song Siming coming in, he called "Brother Siming" and got up to pour water for him.

Before Song Siming could speak, Qiao Yu stopped him first: "Don't be in a hurry to pour water, but give him a bowl of rice first, he's about to starve to death."

Qiao Ling obediently ran to the kitchen to fill up the meal, Song Siming asked, "How do you know I'm starving."

Qiao Yu turned her head and laughed at him: "You can sing a song even if your stomach growls."

Song Siming's ears turned red, he was embarrassed: "I didn't eat much in the morning, and I didn't even bother to eat when I came back in a hurry at noon."

Qiao Yu said "Hmmm" to express her understanding, "It's been a long time again this time?"

Song Siming nodded: "I have to go back tomorrow morning, just half a day."

Qiao Yu didn't say anything more, after a while Qiao Ling came in with a bowl of bacon rice and put it in front of Song Siming.

Song Siming took a look at the bowl and asked, "What is this?"

He didn't stay at home very often, and stayed with Mrs. Song most of the time when he came back. He rarely had time to come to Qiao Yu's place, so they have known each other for so long, and he hasn't eaten Qiao Yu's cooking once. meal.

"Bacon rice." Qiao Ling replied, taking a mouthful of rice vigorously into his mouth, and said falteringly, "It's very delicious, Brother Siming, please try it."

Song Siming put a chopstick in his mouth in doubt, and his eyes lit up instantly.

"You made this yourself? It's delicious."

Qiao Yu accepted Song Siming's compliment calmly, seeing the two of them ate up the leftover rice in the pot.

After dinner, Qiao Ling went to the kitchen to boil water and wash the dishes. Qiao Yu and Song Siming chatted a few words and made an appointment to go to his house for dinner at night, then sent him out the door.

After purchasing jars and ordering a mobile food truck, Qiao Yu's preparations were short of kimchi.

His family has ready-made radishes and cabbage, and there is no need to buy them, as they can be soaked if they say soaking.

Taking advantage of the bright sunshine at noon, Qiao Yu moved the washing basin and cutting knife to the yard, mixed it with hot water, washed the cabbage and radishes clean, cut the radish into four and cut it horizontally from the middle , into a size that fits easily into the jar.The cabbage is cut from the junction of the vegetable stalk and the vegetable leaves, leaving only the vegetable stalks divided into pieces, and the vegetable leaves are put into another pot and kept for other things.

After washing and cutting, they are also placed in the yard to dry the water.

Then start to prepare the water for pickling.

In addition to the main radish and cabbage, ginger, garlic, pepper, white wine, salt, vinegar and pepper are also needed.

Fresh peppers and hot peppers are not available at this time of year, so dry goods can only be used instead, but the impact is not significant.

Boil a pot full of water and let it dry for a while, then put the salt into it to dissolve, then soak the cleaned chili peppers in the water, and wait for it to cool naturally.

If it is fresh chili peppers, this step is actually unnecessary, as long as they are soaked in the jar together, the flavor will naturally develop, but now there are only dry goods, Qiao Yu has to change the method.

After preparing the ingredients and water, cover the lid and wait for it to cool naturally. Qiao Yu washed his hands and went to untie the salted eggs that were marinated on the first day of the new year. Although the temperature is low in winter, the salted eggs have been castrated for more than half a month. Already marinated, Qiao Yu opened the oil paper on the outside, took one out, washed off the salt particles on the outside, threw it into a small pot and put it on the brazier to cook.

After the water boils for a few minutes, the salted eggs are cooked.

Qiao Yu cut it open with a knife, and the egg white was solidified and firm with layers, and the egg butter was shiny and soft. Although the amount of oil produced was not as large as Qiao Yu thought, but as a test of the water, it has performed very well alright.

Qiao Yu picked a little egg yolk and sipped it. The salty aroma was moderate, and it was a qualified salted egg.

Qiao Yu was very satisfied, and put the salted eggs in a bowl, saving them to eat with porridge tomorrow morning.

After finishing all the things that should be done, Qiao Yu moved to the table to practice calligraphy for a while, while Qiao Ling sat in front of him, drawing ink for him, and at the same time giving him instructions on which characters should be written.

When the sun went down a little, Qiao Ling wouldn't let him stay outside anymore, for fear that his body would catch the cold if he stayed outside for a long time, and he would be in trouble if he got sick.

Changed the position and couldn't write, Qiao Yu had nothing to do, so he just packed a few salted eggs and took Qiao Ling to Song's house to play. The crowd was more lively, and he was going to have a meal later. Going early can also help busy.

The two brothers walked slowly across the alley to Song's house. Mrs. Song was already cooking. Knowing that they were coming, the door to the yard outside was left open, and the sun was about to set, so the light in the kitchen was already a little dim. , Yueyue squatted behind the stove and was helping grandma to light the fire. Seeing Qiao Yu and the others coming, she greeted them with a smile.

"Come on."

Grandma Song was adding water to the pot with a ladle, when she saw the two brothers come in and asked with a smile.

The two brothers nodded and nodded, Qiao Yu went to Grandma Song and put down the salted eggs to see if she could help, while Qiao Ling consciously joined Yue Yue and took the fire stick from Yue Yue's hand.

"Where's Siming?" Qiao Yu asked.

"I went out to buy wine. I said I haven't drank for a long time. Let me have a drink with you. What did you bring here?"

Qiao Yu replied: "The eggs I pickled are delicious with some porridge. I'll give you two to try."

Grandma Song was completely used to his habit of having to pay back what he gave, so she was not polite to him, and just put it away in the cupboard after taking it.

While speaking, Song Siming came back from outside, carrying a small jar of wine in one hand, and entered the door wrapped in cold air.

After a while, Grandma Song's dishes came to the table, a bowl of roasted tofu, a bowl of roasted pork, served with the sauced duck brought back by Song Siming, and warmed a pot of wine.

Although it was said that Qiao Yu was drinking with Song Siming, in fact Qiao Yu was not able to drink too much, so most of the pot of wine went into Song Siming's stomach.

After eating, Qiao Ling and Yue Yue went to play in the yard outside, leaving Qiao Yu and the grandparents of the Song family chatting while eating.

"You...do you have some plans now?"

Song Siming drank another cup of hot wine, took a long breath, looked up at Qiao Yu and asked.

Qiao Yu was puzzled for a moment, then realized what he was referring to, and nodded yes.

Grandma Song interjected at the right time: "Tell me, what do you think?"

Qiao Yu didn't tell Mrs. Song about setting up a stall to sell food. After all, he didn't really start doing it at that time, so naturally he wouldn't talk about it everywhere. Now that everything is ready, let's talk about it. It's good to hear everyone's opinions.

"I'm going to set up a stall on West Street to sell some food."

Song Siming and Grandma Song didn't expect Qiao Yu to think of such an idea, and they were stunned for a while.

"Sell food?"

Qiao Yu smiled and said, "Why do you have this look? Is it because my cooking is not tasty?"

Song Siming shook his head hastily, "That's not true, the main reason is that I didn't think you would want to do this."

Qiao Yusheng's good-looking person is also fair, his red phoenix eyes are slightly upturned, and there is a smile on his face. There is a rich man's air in his face, and his bookishness is added to his good reading and demeanor. It seems that he is not the kind of person who works hard, and although there is nothing wrong with selling food, Song Siming just feels that this job does not match Qiao Yu.

"Do you think I can't bear this hardship?" Qiao Yu smiled and blinked at the two of them, as if I completely understood what you were thinking.

Before Song Siming and Grandma Song could respond to his words, he said again: "Don't worry, I'm not such a delicate person, I've suffered through all kinds of hardships."