Song Tan Jishi

The green onions given by the uncle downstairs are really good.

The green onion tube is fresh and tender, it is a local red-headed shallot, the onion head is purple red, and there is a little dirt on the white whiskers, which does not look clean.

But with that watery vigor, Xiao Feng was reluctant to use force when washing the vegetables.

But when I think of the scallion rice that my son wants to eat, I feel a little sad: the child is too sensible, knows that the family is not good, and never says that he wants to eat expensive things.

But the family situation is here, and Xiao Feng didn't blindly want his son to eat and drink well. He just tried his best to make the food better.

She took out the casserole at home, washed a box of rice, added some oil and salt and mixed it well.

Then put the discounted vegetables I just bought from the supermarket back into the refrigerator, leaving only the two handfuls of green onions.

Two catties of scallions was quite a lot, so she carefully took out three of them, wrapped the rest and put them in the fresh-keeping layer of the refrigerator, then cut off the white of the scallions, wrapped them up, and kept them for cooking tomorrow.

Then cut the green onion tubes into chopped green onions-this taste is so unique and exciting, I feel a bit punchy when I cut it.

Xiao Feng couldn't help feeling a little disappointed——

Because of the hard life, even the green onions she uses to make buns every day are just ordinary green onions in the vegetable market.

The uncle downstairs gave it. You can tell it is a high-quality dish at a glance, and the difference in taste is too big.

She couldn't help but make up her mind: When she has a little more money, she will spend a week as a luxury and choose some dishes that are in good condition. At the very least, you have to buy green onions like this! The ones you buy yourself are probably too cheap.

She is used to doing housework, and her movements are very nimble. Now she puts the casserole on the stove and starts cooking. She also chopped some ginger, added some salt and chopped green onion and mixed well.

Seeing that the rice was almost cooked, he set up a pan to heat oil on another stove, and then poured the hot oil into a small bowl of chopped green onion.

In an instant, a scent of green onions exploded in the narrow kitchen, and the entire attic was filled with an unprecedented aroma!

This smell is so unique and so alluring, compared with this smell, the buns I make every day are like garbage.

Xiao Feng was stunned.

Even Xuanxuan couldn't help but ran to the kitchen, touched his belly and said, "Mom, it smells so good!"

She just came back to her senses.

While answering with a smile on his face, he quickly poured chopped green onion oil into the rice again. It was not until the lid of the casserole was covered and stewed again that Xiao Feng took a deep breath:

"Xuanxuan, this is the green onion given by Grandpa Cao downstairs. I met it tomorrow morning. You have to say thank you for mom."

Xuanxuan nodded hastily, but at the moment his eyes were shining brightly, and his attention was not on the conversation at all.

Instead, he asked again: "Mom, when can I eat?"

The rice is already cooked, and now it's just a matter of stewing the onion fragrance into it. Xiao Feng estimated the time: "Go and clean up the dining table first, it will be ready soon."

A casserole with a capacity of 1,000 milliliters stewed a bowl full of rice.

The emerald green and slightly burnt chopped green onions are mixed with the crystal white rice. When the lid is opened, the sweetness of the rice and the unique taste of the chopped green onions are instantly stirred.

There was the sound of windows being opened downstairs.

Unbeknownst to Xiao Feng, Uncle Grass Carp was sitting in the dining room with his rice bowl and leftovers, but his nose was leaning toward the window beside him.

smell good.

Such a strong onion flavor.

He instantly remembered the two catties of juicy shallots that he gave away, which cost more than 100 yuan!

Now think about it, if I knew I would be scolded when I came back, why would I spend money on food?

Looking at the leftovers in front of him, he felt hungry and lost his appetite in an instant.

The daughter-in-law, who was still angry just now, also moved to the window curiously, knowing that nothing could be seen outside, but subconsciously took a look:

"Who cooks here, why is it so delicious! In the middle of the night..."

She rubbed her stomach, and for some reason, she seemed a little hungry too.

But looking at the simple meals on the table that Uncle Grass Carp heated in the microwave, he lost his appetite in an instant.

Xiaofeng and Xuanxuan were already holding their spoons, and "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"(⊙o⊙) Wow!"

Xuanxuan's eyes widened in an instant: "Mom, it's delicious. Let's continue eating tomorrow, shall we?"

Xiao Feng can eat it no matter how frustrated he is, this is by no means his own cooking skills! It's the green onions given by the uncle downstairs. I don't know where I bought it. If I use this kind of green onion to make buns...

Forget it, this kind of high-quality dishes must be very expensive, not suitable for her to set up a stall for business.

Well, it's really delicious, take another bite!

However, the more he ate, the more Xuanxuan was eager to get the answer: "Mom, can I continue eating this tomorrow? It's really delicious."

Xuanxuan is usually sensible, and rarely makes such urgent requests, let alone a simple scallion rice, no matter how expensive something is, Xiao Feng is not willing to refuse.

She thought for a while: "Mom has to go to the stall in the morning, so I don't have time to cook for you. Otherwise, I'll make some scallion fried rice rolls and steam them together tomorrow. Can you eat them?"

"Wow, wow!"

Their breakfast has always been steamed stuffed buns, now that they can change the taste, how can Xuanxuan disagree?

The mother and son buried their heads in cooking, and the big pot was full, and the two people with small appetites even scraped off the rice in it.

It wasn't until the last grain of rice was brought into the mouth that Xuanxuan put the spoon back into the casserole in frustration.

Xiao Feng hesitated for a while, but couldn't help asking: "Son, are you full?"

Xuanxuan touched his swollen belly: "Mom, I should be full."

It's just that the stomach is full, but the mouth is not full.

Coincidentally, Xiao Feng felt the same way.

But at night, eating stewed rice is not easy to digest, so she had no choice but to suppress the urge to cook another bowl.

Look at the time again: "Have you finished your homework? Get ready to rest when you're done."

The smell of green onions in the attic is gradually wafting away, and the families downstairs have all added meals tonight by coincidence.

Three thirty in the morning.

Xiao Feng got up quietly, and after a simple wash, he began to knead the dough, cut vegetables and adjust the stuffing.

The noodles made in advance are fluffy like a honeycomb, which is the best feel today. In fact, Xiao Feng is not the best at making buns and stuffing. But her face is well-haired, soft and fluffy, and she can always master the best taste.

Many people don't like noodles when they eat steamed buns, but only her family buys them for the noodles soaked in vegetable juice.

Because of his excellent hand-made dough skills, Xiao Feng's reputation for selling steamed buns every evening is much better than selling steamed buns.

After he finished wrapping the buns at five o'clock, he looked at the big lump of noodles left, then turned his head and washed the two catties of scallions yesterday and cut them into finely chopped scallions.

Mix the thirteen spices with salt, mix well with chopped scallions, pour hot oil on it, and then spread it directly on the dough that has just been brushed with oil, roll it up, cut everything, and press it with chopsticks...

In the quiet attic kitchen, the cannon range hood made a rumbling sound.

The familiar smell of steamed buns filled the air again, and in the end, it was replaced by a rich and tangy aroma of green onions...

There can be more or less green onions used to make Hanamaki, Xiao Feng is destined to go on the road of no return...

More later.