Chapter 41 Pickled Bamboo Shoots 2
"Now, we have finished processing our bamboo shoots. How are yours?" Tu Rongrong asked after she had processed the bamboo shoots she had picked.
"I already told you when I was going to pickle the bamboo shoots. You can wash them or not. Because after the bamboo shoots become sour, you need to wash them again after you take them out."
"As for bamboo shoots, we want to pickle the tubes. The tips are a bit more difficult to handle."
"If you have clay pots or plastic jars like I have now, you can use them to pickle bamboo shoots."
"You asked me what a clay pot is? Do you know ceramics? Ceramics are more delicate, while clay pots used for pickling things are a bit rougher."
"This big vat we use to pickle bamboo shoots is actually something Uncle Che and I made while we were making bricks. It can be used to hold water and also to pickle bamboo shoots or sauerkraut. It's very convenient."
"As for you, you can use some plastic buckets or large bottles with big, wide openings."
"Then we can boil the bamboo shoots in water until they're cooked through, then drain and dry them in the sun. Of course, you can also use a drying machine, but don't dry them so dry that there's no moisture at all, okay? Just keep them about 70% to 80% dry."
"Okay, now that we're done, we can start preparing lunch for today."
[Host, wait a minute. Although it seems simple to you, there are still many things I don't understand.]
Is it really that easy to pickle bamboo shoots? Can you just cut the bamboo shoots into slices and strips and then soak them in water?
[Host, are you kidding us? Is pickling bamboo shoots that easy? ]
I went out today and picked up about a few dozen kilograms of bamboo shoots, and now I'm pickling them with the host.
[Is pickling bamboo shoots so easy? Do I even need to wash them beforehand?]
What's so easy about pickling bamboo shoots? I almost cut my hand while slicing and cutting them.
[Yeah, I almost cut my hand when slicing the bamboo shoots.]
[Are you guys above stupid? Just leave things like chopping bamboo shoots to your robot butler at home.]
[Yes, the robot at home can cut things.]
[You're stupid! Our robots aren't intelligent robots at all, okay?]
[Yes, we don't have an intelligent robot at home. If we ask it to stick bamboo shoots for us, what if it ruins them?]
I'm also confused. Why does a robot that can help with slicing need to be that smart? My robot at home doesn't have any smart systems, but it still helps me slice bamboo shoots perfectly.
[Ahhh, kill that show-off upstairs! ]
【Have you pickled all your bamboo shoots? 】
Sirius, Hu family.
In the living room of the Hu family, a pile of bamboo shoots was thrown on the ground. Yang Wenxi, Hu Tianzheng and Hu Tianwen, mother and son, were peeling the bamboo shoots with great effort.
"Mom, why do we have to pickle the bamboo shoots ourselves? And pickle them ourselves?" Hu Tianzheng asked with a look of despair as he squatted beside the bamboo shoots and peeled them one by one.
Although the bamboo shoots and chicken soup made by the anchor before was really delicious, and they also followed the anchor's recipe to find bamboo shoots and stew them with chicken soup, but now they have to deal with hundreds of kilograms of bamboo shoots, which is really speechless.
His mother actually took them to the bamboo forest and emptied out almost all the bamboo shoots in the forest. The bamboo forest near their home was not that big, and it was already very good to be able to produce several hundred kilograms of bamboo shoots. However, now it was almost emptied by them and their mother.
Hu Tianzheng felt hopeless. They knew that bamboo shoots stewed with chicken soup was delicious, but they had no idea what pickled bamboo shoots tasted like. Why did his mother force him and his brothers to help her pickle bamboo shoots?
"It would be more fulfilling if I did it myself, and it's rare for the anchor to teach us how to pickle bamboo shoots. I also want to taste the flavor of this bamboo shoot. Of course, we have to pickle it ourselves." Yang Wenxi, who was directing his son to help peel the bamboo shoots while he followed suit, said as a matter of course.
"The host pickled her own bamboo shoots, and she can't possibly sell them to us. If I want to eat them, of course I'll make them myself," Yang Wenxi said confidently. "Don't you want to try the pickled bamboo shoots? And when they're ready, we can give some to relatives and friends so they can have a taste, too."
"Especially your grandparents, they both live in the north. According to the host, there are no bamboos in the cold north. So, we should also show our filial piety to your grandparents and let them taste the flavor of bamboo shoots."
"Since it has been given to your grandparents, your grandparents must not forget it either. You can't favor one over the other. Of course, after the elders have given it, other relatives and friends must also give them some to let them have a taste."
"The host said that the bamboo shoots she made using the third method can be pickled and eaten directly, and of course they can also be stir-fried. So, of course we have to make more, so that we can eat them for a longer period of time and give them to friends and family."
"Okay, stop asking so many questions. Hurry up and peel the shells of these bamboo shoots. After your brother prepares the bucket for you, we can pickle them." Yang Wenxi said a lot of rambling and then urged his son.
Hu Tianzheng: “…”
Hu Tianwen looked cautiously at his mother, then at his older brother, who looked completely hopeless, and silently quickened his pace. Luckily, he majored in mechanical engineering, so he could help make containers for the bamboo shoots instead of just peeling them like his older brother.
There are so many thorns on the bamboo shoots. Even if it doesn't hurt when it pricks people, it will be very itchy. Hu Tianwen really feels that he would rather do these things he likes than peel the bamboo shoots.
"Don't complain to me so much. If you have the guts, just don't eat the bamboo shoots after they're pickled. If you can choose not to eat them after they're pickled, you don't have to help me." Yang Wenxi said to his son with a smile.
What could Hu Tianzheng say? How could he not eat such delicious food? Of course it was impossible, so helping his mother prepare the bamboo shoots was a must, there was no way to refuse.
Capital Star, Chen family.
"Hurry up, we're relying on you to harvest all these bamboo shoots."
Chen Jinyue looked at Chen Jinye who was lying leisurely on the sofa and said with gritted teeth, "Are you still a man? Are you still a human being? You let your only sister do the hard labor while you just watch?!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, nowadays we emphasize gender equality. Even if you are my sister, so what? Just because you are my sister doesn't mean I don't need to work?" Chen Jinye said to his sister while watching the live broadcast in holographic projection mode.
Chen Jinyue looked at him with disdain: "But you are my brother, why don't you show some brotherly love for your sister? I am twenty years younger than you, brother."
"No, no, no, your brother is a frail artist, and you are a military academy student. So, it's better for you to do the hard work." Chen Jinye slumped on the sofa with a weak look, waving his hands to refuse to help his sister.
Chen Jinyue: “…” I can’t keep this brother anymore, he’s too annoying.
(End of this chapter)
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