Finally, the meal was served. Today, it was almost an hour later than usual, and everyone was already starving.
As soon as Liang Shengdi sat down, she reached for the bowl of braised pork with her chopsticks.
The meat today was not the usual scraps of fat and shredded pork. It was authentic braised pork, cut into thick, square pieces.
A full three pounds. She took the money and bills and went to the supply and marketing cooperative where Lin Shu rushed to see with her own eyes the super fat pork belly that the master had cut!
From the time it was cut to the time it was served on the table, she has never taken her eyes off it. She was even staring at it when we were worshipping our ancestors just now!
The dish was actually a bit cold. When it was first taken out of the pot, the braised pork still swayed its fat in the bowl. But now, a thin layer of skin had formed on the little greasy broth at the bottom, not to mention the meat, which was covered with a faint layer of white oil.
But it doesn’t matter, this thing will melt when it’s heated up in your mouth. Liang Shengdi stuffed it into her mouth without any care, and then picked up another piece.
It smells so good, it smells so good!!!
"Mom, eat slowly. No one's going to snatch it from you. There's plenty of meat today."
Even as he spoke, Lin Guoqing placed a piece of meat in each child's bowl. "These kids have no competitive spirit at all! If they were any slower, their grandmother would have taken the whole bowl." He also picked out the fattest and largest piece of meat from Shen Chunhua's bowl and passed it over.
"Wife, thank you for your hard work today!" Today's meal is no different from the Chinese New Year's meal. Although there are no three fresh ingredients, the process of making Qingming rice cake is no less complicated than that of making three fresh ingredients.
They both worked during the day and took turns selling vegetables at night, but Chen Chunhua also had to cook and wash clothes at home, and take care of the elderly, children, chickens and mushrooms. Although Lin Guoqing also tried hard to help, he knew that he did far less than his wife.
So he smiled with a flattering look on his face, which made Chen Chunhua roll her eyes, and then she couldn't help laughing.
"Don't just serve us, eat quickly! We'll be busy again soon after you finish eating!"
As she spoke, she picked up a piece of meat for him. In fact, Chen Chunhua no longer liked to eat fatty meat. Later, when she had the conditions, she had eaten enough meat for every meal, especially fatty meat. As she got older, she needed to maintain her health and preferred vegetables and lean meat.
But what she wanted to eat more on the table right now was Qingming Cake.
It looks like a big dark green dumpling, with soft, sweet glutinous rice mixed with the aroma of mugwort. When you take a bite, the saltiness of snow vegetables, the freshness of spring bamboo shoots, the fragrance of diced meat and the chewiness of dried tofu explode in your mouth and fill your entire mouth.
This morning, the mugwort was still blowing in the wind in the fields. It was cut, wet with dew, straightened and washed, then blanched in water. Then, Chen Chunhua chopped it up like meat patties. Lin Shugan even asked her mother for some to feed the chickens.
Mix the glutinous rice flour together and knead it into a dough, then pinch it into small pieces, flatten them and wrap them with the salty and fragrant fillings prepared at noon, including diced snow vegetables, diced spring bamboo shoots, diced meat, diced dried tofu, etc., which have been mixed and fried.
There was no other way. Chen Chunhua was too busy, and Liang Shengdi and Lin Guoqing didn't know how to make it. This complicated process had to be completed over several time periods. As for wrapping the Qingming rice cakes, she did it while the braised pork was simmering in the pot.
After wrapping, put it directly into the pot and steam it. The fillings are actually cooked, so as long as you wait for the glutinous rice skin on the outside to turn dark green, it can basically be taken out of the pot.
Internet pictures, please delete if they infringe. I can't find the pictures I made. One is as big as a whole palm. I can be full by eating one, and two can fill it up.
Chen Chunhua packed a lot this time and planned to let Lin Guoqing pick them out in the evening to see if anyone wants to buy them. It’s okay if they get cold, they can be heated up and eaten again.
It’s a pity that there is no refrigerator now, otherwise I could pack hundreds of them at a time and freeze them so they can be eaten for a long time.
The mugwort season is short, and by next month's Dragon Boat Festival, it's almost old. While that kind of mugwort is fine for medicinal use, it's too strong for food. If you want kueh, you can only eat white rice dumplings, which lack the aroma of the mugwort and feel a bit underwhelming.
Chen Chunhua unknowingly finished three Qingming cakes. These glutinous rice cakes were very filling, so much so that there was still half a bowl of rice left in her bowl and she couldn't eat any more.
Judging others by one's own experience, after the fourth child, Lin Shumei, finished eating all the Qingming cake, Chen Chunhua stopped her from taking the second place.
"Mom! Sister! Baby! I want to eat!"
Xiao Shumei was anxious. She frowned and pointed her fingers here and there, meaning that mommy had eaten a lot and her sister had eaten two, so why couldn't the baby eat anything!
"I'm much older than you, and my appetite is bigger than yours too." Even as she said this, she looked up at Lin Shuying, who had already eaten half of the second Qingming cake.
"Xiaoying, you can't eat anymore after you finish this. Eating too much glutinous rice is hard to digest. Second and third brothers, you two have already eaten one, don't take any more..."
There was a piece of braised pork in Lin Shuying's bowl. She was eating Qingming rice cake and braised pork at the same time, enjoying the meal. She nodded to everything her mother said.
After saying that, the eldest came back to the youngest, "Look at your bowl. You've finished the rice, the meat, and even this big glutinous rice cake. You can't eat any more. If you eat any more, you'll have a stomachache tonight!"
Little Shumei didn't quite understand what indigestion or stomachache meant. She only knew that she wanted to eat, but her mother refused to give it to her. She pouted in grievance, tears welling up in her eyes.
Lin Shu quickly finished the last bite of rice in his bowl, then slid to the ground.
"Little sister, we won't eat anymore. Let me take you to see the chickens!"
As soon as she heard about looking at the chicks, Lin Shumei's attention was immediately diverted. She reached out for her mother to hold her, meaning that she wanted to leave the table.
Just as Chen Chunhua was being carried down, she saw that the third brother had also finished eating, "I'm going too, I'm going too!"
Seeing that her brothers and sisters had finished eating and went to look for the chicken, Lin Shuying stuffed the braised pork in the bowl into her mouth and chewed it, then stuffed the remaining half of the Qingming cake in her hand into her mouth in one breath, and said vaguely,
"I'm done eating..." (I've finished eating too)
Lin Guoqing, with his mouth full of rice, uttered a cry of "ouch." "Grandpa, that's glutinous rice, why is your mouth so big? Be careful, chew it up before swallowing!"
Unfortunately, Lin Shuying had already left the table and ran to find her younger brothers and sisters, so I don’t know whether she heard it or not.
"Tsk, these kids just don't know what good things are. Such delicious dishes are not as attractive as chickens." Liang Shengdi finished the last piece of braised pork on the table and started to eat the Qingming cake.
"They are still young. It's not good for them to eat too much." Chen Chunhua rubbed her stomach and watched Liang Shengdi finish a Qingming cake in just a few minutes.
"Mom...you should eat slower too. The stomachs of older people are similar to those of children. You can't eat so fast..."
Liang Shengdi didn't listen. What goes into the stomach will always be there. Young people nowadays have never experienced hard times. Some of them are so fussy about eating...
In the middle of the night, the whole family couldn't sleep and had indigestion.
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