Chapter 13: Setting up the stage for red bean paste glutinous rice balls

Zhou Yuesheng pursed his lips slightly and his brain worked quickly.

Finally, he gave a vague answer: "It was arranged by the organization."

Yu Zhile praised Yun Live a hundred times in his heart, and then happily counted the contents of the iron pot.

There is meat, rice and flour, but the quality of the rice is not as high as before.

After entering the courtyard, Yu Zhile boiled hot water in an iron pot to wash the pot, and then cut off a piece of pork skin to wipe the pot.

The hot pan roasts the fatty skin of the meat, giving off an enticing aroma.

After going back and forth several times, the surface of the pot became shiny and oily, and the task of washing the pot was then given to Zhou Yuesheng.

Yu Zhile opened the cloud live broadcast page, and the primary mall was unlocked successfully.

According to the mall usage guide, the anchor can only purchase items that are already available on his or her planet in the primary mall.

"Host, the platform's circulating currency is converted from gifts in the live broadcast room, and your currency balance is 5,000." Xiaoyun explained the currency rules.

Yu Zhile entered the mall and found the prices of goods were shockingly high.

With her current financial resources, she could only buy 50 kilograms of pork at best.

She passed over the refined rice which cost fifty cloud coins per pound and the pork which cost one hundred cloud coins per pound, and after searching for a long time, she finally found the glutinous rice flour needed to make green rice balls.

She bought 61 kilograms of glutinous rice flour with great reluctance.

Xiaoyun explained: "Host, 20% of the mall's revenue is used for the product distribution process to prevent improper transportation methods from causing unnecessary panic on your planet."

The next second, there was a ding, and the screen showed that the goods had been delivered.

Yu Zhile walked around the house and didn't see any glutinous rice flour. He went out to the kitchen and found a cloth bag on the top shelf.

Glutinous rice flour is milky white, and you can feel the granular texture of the flour when you rub it with your fingers.

At this time, Zhou Yuesheng had washed the pot several times and placed it on the stove.

"The glutinous rice flour has arrived. Let's prepare to make green rice dumplings." Yu Zhile weighed the cloth bag in his hand. It weighed more than a pound.

Participating in the competition increased exposure, and not long after the live broadcast started, many viewers entered the live broadcast room.

Yu Zhile was preparing to make green rice dumplings with red bean paste filling. She laid out the existing ingredients on the chopping board and introduced them one by one.

"Let's make the lard first." As she said this, she placed a piece of pork on the chopping board.

The fat layer of the belly is almost two fingers long, and it is so plump that it is not difficult to imagine how popular it is on the pork table.

Yu Zhile removed the lean meat, then cut the fat into thumb-sized pieces and prepared ginger slices and green onion segments.

Put the fat into the pot, add water to boil, skim off the foam, scoop out two-thirds of the water, add pepper, ginger and onion, and simmer over low heat.

"It will be milky white at first, then turn translucent, and finally clear."

Yu Zhile gently turned the meat over, and the smoke was dispersed, but soon returned to its original state.

The aroma of meat fills the air and the oil becomes clear.

"Store it in a can." Yu Zhile sprinkled a handful of salt on the bottom of the jar and scooped oil into the jar spoonful by spoonful.

[Is this the oil refining mentioned in ancient books? I have learned something new.]

【Anchor, I want to buy it. 】

"The oil residue can be dipped in sugar or used for cooking, and the lard can be mixed with rice or noodles, which is very fragrant."

Finally, she scooped half a spoonful of oil into a porcelain bowl for later use.

At the same time, the faint bean fragrance quietly permeated the courtyard.

Zhou Yuesheng added white sugar and the taste became richer.

"Stir-fry for a few minutes and the red bean paste will be more delicate." Yu Zhile leaned closer to look at the red beans in the clay pot.

The fragrant smell of soapberries invaded Zhou Yuesheng's olfactory system, causing him to pause in his movements.

Add lard and stir-fry a few more times. The red beans become crunchy and look fragrant, glutinous and delicious.

"Now start preparing the mugwort paste." Yu Zhile poured all the mugwort into boiling water, boiled it for two minutes, then took it out and poured it into the mortar.

After being boiled, the mugwort becomes very soft and can be pounded into mud in a short while.

Zhou Yuesheng added starch, glutinous rice flour, lard and white flour in turn and started kneading it with his hands, adding appropriate amount of boiling water during the process and kneading it into a smooth dough.

Yu Zhile is responsible for pinching the red bean paste and dough into small pieces, then wrapping the filling with the dough and kneading it into a ball-like shape.

The amount of filling and dough was just right, and the green rice dumplings gradually filled up the medium-sized winnowing basket at home.

The green rice dumplings were steamed in the pot, and Yu Zhile prepared to make wolfberry and lean meat porridge.

Marinate the lean meat in advance and cook the porridge in a clay pot.

After the rice has cooked, pour in the lean meat and shredded ginger. Add the wolfberry leaves and blanch them a few minutes before turning off the heat.

The fragrance of mugwort and the sweetness of red beans complement each other, and the bitterness of wolfberry and the unique aroma of meat are perfect.

The combination of several flavors provides the audience in the live broadcast room with an olfactory feast, making everyone salivate.

As a result, the popularity of the live broadcast room has been rising steadily, firmly occupying the top spot on the list.

The live broadcast ended and Chen Zhao stepped into the Yu family courtyard.

He said with an exaggerated expression: "Sister! Are you making Qingtuan? This tastes amazing, even better than Wuweizhai."

"You are the best at talking." Yu Zhile joked.

She packed a dozen green dumplings into a bamboo basket and asked Yu Yue to deliver them to his second uncle's house. Chen Zhao followed him, nagging.

A few minutes later, Yu Zhile and Zhang Wenxin came.

"My grandfather has rejected the literacy class plan again." Zhang Wenxin looked worried.

Before Yu Zhile could say anything, Zhang Wenxin's words poured out like a waterfall.

"The educated youth had run a literacy class before, but it failed after just two days. My grandfather and my father didn't think highly of me."

"I have learned from the failures of the educated youths and shortened the duration of the literacy classes. I have also tried to make the content more relevant to real life."

"I just want everyone to learn more words and improve their spiritual life. Is it really that difficult?"

Zhang Wenxin looked angry and poured out his grievances, his mouth dry and his tongue ragged.

"Have a drink of water." Yu Zhile poured her a glass of water so that she could moisten her throat.

The warm water entered his stomach, washing away Zhang Wenxin's depression.

She regained her fighting spirit and asked, "Yu Zhile, do you want to run a literacy class with me? There are no work points for now, but this is a very meaningful thing."

"No." Yu Zhile refused directly.

She admired Zhang Wenxin's enthusiastic and progressive mind, but she just wanted to live a good life in the present.

Zhang Wenxin was not surprised and just sighed.

"I can give you some advice." Yu Zhile said.

Zhang Wenxin looked at her expectantly.

"The premise of improving spiritual civilization is to ensure a good life. The first way is to vigorously develop sideline groups. When everyone is well fed and well-drinking, they will naturally be able to devote their attention to spiritual civilization."

Zhang Wenxin's face fell at once. Haiyu Village had been developing for more than ten years, but the economic level had not improved much.

"The second method is to combine education with entertainment. Organize propaganda teams to perform model operas or other performances to get everyone used to being exposed to new things for a certain period of time, and then slowly transition to literacy education."

"I can help you write the script."

After Yu Zhile finished his last word, the courtyard fell into silence.

Zhang Wenxin changed his depressed expression and entered a state of thinking.

"Sister, we are back!" Chen Zhao's voice broke the silence.

He heard the sound first and then saw the person. After a while, he pushed Yu Yue into the door.

Yu Yue held a small wine jar in one hand and said, "This is the green plum wine and plum wine given by my second aunt."

"Wash your hands and eat." Yu Zhile let Zhang Wenxin think alone.

Chen Zhao glanced at Zhang Wenxin who seemed to be in a trance, and made mouth shapes to inquire about the situation.

"It's okay, eat." Yu Zhile stuffed chopsticks into his hand.

Six bowls of porridge were placed on the table, and the green dumplings were put in a small winnowing basket for the guests to take.

"This is the wolfberry and lean meat porridge. I am worthy of being you." Chen Zhao was impressed by the porridge and gave a thumbs up.

The salty flavor of the meat and the fresh aroma of wolfberry are just right, and everyone likes it very much.

The green rice dumpling is glutinous, chewy and soft, and the red bean paste is sweet but not greasy, which pleases Yu Chi very much.

"I think the second method will work. I'll go home and make a schedule and talk to my grandfather again." Zhang Wenxin came to his senses, left a word and left in a hurry.

Yu Zhile lowered her eyes. No matter which method she used, it would be very difficult to implement. She was just setting a stage for Zhang Caihong.

The following two days were still filled with death news, and Yu Zhile stayed at home to decorate the courtyard.

Zhang Wenxin came to see her several times, either enthusiastically introducing the progress of the plan, or discussing the details with a serious expression.

The PK competition went very well. Although the number of live broadcasts was far less than that of other anchors, the popularity was still far ahead.

The day of low tide came again, and Yu Zhile and Zhou Yuesheng picked up their backpacks and went out.

"Good afternoon. I'm here to catch seafood again." Yu Zhile greeted as usual.

After what happened last time, the villagers no longer believed that any seafood could be found in Xiaoxihai, and the beach returned to its former tranquility.

"I brought bamboo tongs and coarse salt today, hoping to pick up more shellfish." The tide was still receding, and Yu Zhile walked forward. "The shellfish are particularly plump recently."

As she walked, she brushed Zhou Yuesheng's arm with her elbow and stopped.

The two men half-crouched, with the camera focused on a small oval hole on the beach, from which a stream of water spurted out.

"This is a clam hole. There is another type that is shaped like a figure eight." Yu Zhile gestured with the shape of Arabic numerals. "Sprinkle salt on the hole. Some will come out. If not, you can dig up the sand to find them."

Salt particles fall to the edge of the hole, and water seeps out of the small holes, dissolving the salt particles.

After a while, a thumb-thick clam half-poked out of the hole and was grabbed and pulled out by Yu Zhile.

"Hey, this clam is big, as long as your palm." Yu Zhile grabbed Zhou Yuesheng's hand for comparison.

Zhou Yuesheng's palms are broad, his fingers are long, and his joints are distinct, but his fingertips and palms are somewhat rough.

The two hands, one black and one white, form a sharp contrast.

Zhou Yuesheng felt the setting sun was scorching, but Yu Zhile's attention was focused on a small hole several dozen centimeters away.

Ta-ta-ta, she stepped on the water and pointed to the hole and said, "This is the breathing hole of the moon clam. The moon clam needs to dig up the sand."

As she spoke, she inserted the thick bamboo stick into the soft sand. Fortunately, she hit the shell after only about ten centimeters.

After washing away the sand on the surface in water, the moon shell is exposed, like fired porcelain, with a full gloss.

【Nature's artwork, I want to collect it. 】

How to eat?

There were tens of thousands of comments, and Yu Zhile saw the ones from Fish Farming Master and xxxx at a glance.

"The moon shell is indeed pretty, but there are better looking ones."

"Garlic flavor, soup, spicy stir-fry."

She responded to each of them in turn.

After that, the task of digging clams and shellfish was given to Zhou Yuesheng, and Yu Zhile walked along the coastline alone.

"This is a yellow clam. The tide has just receded and it hasn't had time to lie on the sand yet." Yu Zhile bent down and picked up a shell with a light yellow shell.

“This is a hairy clam.”

“This is a conch.”

After picking up half a bamboo basket of scattered shellfish, Yu Zhile straightened up and faced the sea.

As the unfamiliar footsteps approached, a smile appeared on her lips.

"Sister Caihong." Yu Zhile suddenly turned around and saw Zhang Caihong with her hands raised in front of her chest and a slightly panicked expression.

Zhang Caihong laughed awkwardly: "Le Le, what a coincidence! I was just about to say hello to you."

Yu Zhile smiled but said nothing.

"I won't say any more. I'm going to go fishing. If I don't catch any seafood, I'll definitely be scolded by my sister-in-law tonight." Zhang Caihong secretly acted pitifully.

"Then you get busy. I, I have things to do too." Yu Zhile started acting.

Zhang Caihong suppressed the upturned corners of her mouth and walked a few steps to the side, always keeping her attention on Yu Zhile.

Yu Zhile continued the live broadcast and suddenly discovered the strange-looking mantis shrimps and caught several of them in a row.

"The mantis shrimp in this season are particularly plump and tender," she said in a low voice.

For several minutes, Yu Zhile spoke in a low voice, and the audience thought she was trying some new way of live streaming.

The sound of stepping on water came intermittently beside him, and Yu Zhile smiled slightly.

The fish has taken the bait, just wait for the show to begin.