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Feng Gui is indeed a big shot. Although Du Heng doesn't know what kind of bird he is, his skill in frying nuts really makes Du Heng amazed! Whether frying nuts with or without shells, his movements are smooth and seamless.
Du Heng felt that Feng Gui had gained another layer of glory. From now on, his melon seeds were guaranteed!
Du Heng smiled so beautifully that his eyes narrowed: "Feng Gui, you are amazing."
Feng Gui put his hands in his pockets and said, "It's just a trivial skill. I can't be compared with Xuan Yu, who can do all the dirty and tiring work. But I am confident that I can do something I like."
Du Heng was a little confused: What does it mean to order something you like?
As if to clear up Du Heng's doubts, Feng Gui sat down next to the bamboo sieve, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and started to crack them. Du Heng was dumbfounded, he had never seen anyone crack melon seeds so fast!
Seeing Du Heng's confused face, Xuan Yu explained, "Feng Gui likes nuts. In previous years, all the nuts in the village were brought back by Feng Gui. Xiao Xiao is picky, but he never wastes the nuts that Feng Gui roasts."
No wonder Feng Gui said that practice makes perfect, it turns out he likes this! !
Xuan Yu finally cleaned up the entrails of the monster. He put the cleaned entrails in a wooden basin and put it in the refrigerator. When he came out, he saw Du Heng taking out the spiritual rice, but when he looked closely, this was different from the spiritual rice he usually saw.
The rice grains look like they were cooked and then dried, and their color has become a little transparent.
Xuan Yu asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"
Du Heng smiled and said, "Make some fried rice candy. This is the rice that I steamed yesterday. I dried it."
Xuan Yu was puzzled: "Does it need to be dried? Can't it be fried directly?" Du Heng smiled and said: "If you fry the raw rice directly, it will not be easy to cook."
When I was a kid, there was an old man who came to the village to make popcorn for people. The popcorn made with the popcorn machine was round, while the popcorn made with dried rice was pure white and long.
The fried rice and fried rice candy that Du Heng ate when he was a child were all made from this kind of dried rice grains. The fried rice is delicious whether eaten dry, boiled, or soaked in a spoonful of sugar and lard.
Du Heng steamed a pot of pure rice yesterday. After a day of drying, the rice grains were as hard as pebbles. Professionals can fry these rice grains into pure white rice, but when Du Heng cooked it, he felt that the rice he cooked might be yellowish.
Du Heng sighed with some regret: "It would be nice if there was some clean sand."
Xuan Yu asked: "Clean little sand?? What do you want that for?"
Du Heng explained: "If you mix some sand when frying food, the heat will be more even and it won't burn easily."
Feng Gui, who was eating melon seeds, raised his hand and said, "I don't have any small sand, but I have a lot of red gilded sand. See if you can use it."
Feng Gui casually took out a storage bag from his sleeve, opened it and saw that it was full of red gilt sand.
As the name suggests, this kind of sand is not black as Du Heng imagined, nor is it the white river sand. This kind of sand is more like a golden red metal. But this kind of sand has a very uniform texture, and each grain is round and looks like a handful of red gold, which is very beautiful.
Feng Gui asked, "Can it be used?"
Du Heng also knew about this kind of red gilt. This thing is an excellent material for refining instruments. The instruments with red gilt added will be harder after being refined. In the world of cultivation, a handful of red gilt is as expensive as meteorite iron and can be sold at a sky-high price.
Du Heng was very satisfied: "It works, it works! But... such beautiful sand, you're just going to let me cook rice with it?"
Feng Gui shrugged: "What else?"
Du Heng was so moved that he almost cried. As expected of Feng. A wealthy family. Gui, this move was really generous.
Du Heng took two small bowls of red gilded gold and washed them in water. Seeing Du Heng's actions, Feng Gui was speechless: "Why don't you put it in the oven to bake it? Wouldn't it be cleaner that way?"
How many of the filth in the world can withstand the burning of spiritual fire? Wash it with ordinary water? Feng Gui felt that Du Heng was looking down on him.
Du Heng scratched his head embarrassedly: "Sorry, I'm used to it."
He always feels that things will be dirty if they are not cleaned properly. Maybe in the world of cultivation, his behavior is really stupid, right?
Du Heng poured the cleaned red gilt into the pot, and he didn't have to worry about it melting. The temperature of the iron pot heated by the blood-sucking vine was far from enough to melt the red gilt, but it could turn the red gilt into a beautiful orange-red color.
When the red gilt turned orange-red, Du Heng added a bowl of rice grains. After the slightly transparent rice grains, which were like pebbles, entered the pot, Du Heng stirred it a few times with a spatula. A slight crackling sound immediately came from the pot.
The rice grains expanded due to the heat, and the slightly transparent rice grains turned into milky white fried rice. The volume expanded slightly, but not as exaggerated as popcorn. After Du Heng stirred it a few times, a piece of milky white fried rice appeared on the orange-red red gold.
He quickly put the red gilt and the fried rice into a colander. The holes of the colander were just big enough to allow the red gilt to continue to enter the pot, while the fried rice remained on the colander.
Du Heng looked at the white patch on the colander with satisfaction: "It seems to have succeeded!"
He handed the dustpan to Xuan Yu and said, "Xuan Yu, look, it's so clean! The red gilt is really useful!"
Feng Gui was still cracking melon seeds outside the kitchen. A thick layer of melon seed shells had already appeared in front of him. He said slowly, "Of course, you are the first person in the world to use red gold to fry rice."
Du Heng turned a deaf ear to him and picked up a few grains of fried rice to taste. The fried rice was not yet completely cool and not crispy enough to eat, but it was definitely the taste of fried rice that Du Heng remembered!
Du Heng took a clean bamboo shoot and carefully poured the fried rice into it.
Jing Nan didn't know what had called him. When Du Heng poured the fried rice into the bamboo shoots, he appeared, staggering, "Hey, Feng Gui? Why are you eating melon seeds here?"
So there were two people eating melon seeds. Jing Nan grabbed some melon seeds and paced around the two round bamboo containers in the yard. Jing Nan glanced at the bamboo basket and bamboo sieve that held the melon seeds and fried rice, and he said loudly, "Is this bamboo container made by Xuan Yu? It's well made. Can you make a few for me?"
Xuan Yu glanced at Jing Nan calmly: "You have already taken several."
Jing Nan said: "I have a lot of spiritual plants at home, please make a few more for me."
This is truly the height of shamelessness, but we are all neighbors, so this kind of thing is a piece of cake.
With the first success, Du Heng started to fry rice. However, he did not dare to put too much rice at a time. He only dared to put two bowls of rice at most. Fortunately, the time for rice to turn into fried rice was short, and soon he harvested a full bamboo of fried rice.
The fire at the back was a bit big, and the fried rice was slightly yellow. The yellow-white fried rice looked particularly good in the bamboo shoots, exuding a fresh aroma of rice.
Du Heng left the red gilded sand in the wooden basin, and placed it on the corridor: "It's all used up, thank you Feng Gui."
Feng Gui kept talking: "Huh? Finished? So soon? Don't give it back to me, keep it, you may need it in the future."
Du Heng thought about it and decided not to refuse: "Okay, thank you!"
After the rice is cooked, you can make sugar. While making sugar, you can also make some candied haws, which Xiaoxiao will definitely like.
Thinking of this, Du Heng took out the spiritual fruits Jing Nan had given him. He cut the pears and other spiritual fruits into bite-sized pieces and placed them neatly on the chopping board.
Jing Nan strolled over to Du Heng, he stuck his head out to look and asked, "What are you doing?"
Du Heng smiled and said, "Make some snacks for Xiaoxiao, some candied haws. It's a pity that there are no hawthorns, otherwise it would be more delicious."
Jing Nan said: "Hawthorn? Is it the kind of red fruit? The sour kind? I have it."
Du Heng turned to look at Jing Nan. What kind of fairy villagers were living around him? How come he could have everything he wanted?
Jing Nan quickly brought back a small half-box of hawthorns. The hawthorns were quite large, with a large one about four inches in diameter, like a small apple! Du Heng picked one up and took a bite, and it tasted a little sour.
Jing Nan and the others laughed: "I told you it's sour, but you still ate it. Are you stupid?"
Du Heng bared his teeth: "Is that what it should be like? The sweet and sour taste is called hawthorn."
Du Heng washed the hawthorns and took out a small bamboo stick as thick as his little finger. The stick was hollow and one foot long. One end was polished smooth, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that the other end was actually very sharp.
Du Heng washed a small basin of hawthorns and removed the fruit stalks. Then he cut the hawthorns into two pieces. He used the sharp end of a bamboo stick to pick out the black calyx ring left by the flowering end of the hawthorns, and then he held the ring of hawthorns with his thumb, index finger, and palm of hand.
The bamboo branch was quickly inserted from the calyx part, and after it passed through the fruit stalk part, only a bunch of complete hawthorn seeds were left on the bamboo branch!
Jing Nan: ! ! Is this okay?
Du Heng placed the processed hawthorns in a large bowl next to him. He quickly processed the next hawthorn. After a while, half a basket of washed hawthorns were all processed cleanly.
At this time, he took out the bamboo sticks he had prepared long ago. These were the bamboo sticks left over from the last time he made mountain jelly meat skewers. He didn't expect that they would be used to make candied haws now.
Du Heng neatly strung the hawthorns into a string, and from the round hole on the side you can see that the bamboo stick is right in the middle. In addition to making standard hawthorn strings, Du Heng also made mixed hawthorn strings with fruits, as well as individual fruit strings.
The skewers were neatly placed on the chopping board, piled high with all kinds of colors. Jing Nan said enviously, "Xiaoxiao is so nice. I want to be Xiaoxiao too, and have someone love me."
Du Heng smiled and said, "Tanghulu is suitable for people of all ages. Anyone can eat it if it is made well." Jing Nan glared, "Who said I'm old? I'm not old at all!!"
Du Heng was helpless: "Okay, okay, you are not old at all."
Jingnan is in his prime, how can he be old?
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Du Heng added granulated sugar and water into the pot and started to make the syrup.
Seeing that Du Heng added sugar, Feng Gui and the others started to grumble again: "So much sugar? Isn't it too sweet?"
It's no wonder they were mumbling beside him, because Du Heng himself felt that it took a lot of sugar to make the syrup. Adding one bowl of water to 20,000 grams of sugar looked very sweet. If Du Heng hadn't made it himself, he would have thought that this much sugar was indeed too much.
As the water temperature rises, the sugar slowly melts in the water, and a pot of sugar water appears in the pot. At the beginning, the fire in the pot can be higher, and the sugar water that has melted two bowls of sugar still looks quite thin. But after a stick of incense, the stove must be left alone, and it needs to be stirred and boiled slowly. If you leave the stove, the sugar will stick to the bottom of the pot and become mushy, and it will be wasted.
The sugar in the pot turned a light golden color, looking like beer. Du Heng had already turned off the fire in the pot, but the syrup was still boiling fiercely. There were many fine bubbles in the light yellow syrup, and as the bubbles came out, a lot of syrup was thrown to the side of the pot.
Du Heng took out a chopstick and poked it into the syrup. He pulled the chopstick out of the syrup, and saw thin sugar threads pulled out from the tip of the chopstick. The syrup was almost done to this extent. If it was boiled any further, it would lose its sweetness and turn into sugar color.
The pot used to make candied haws in Du Heng's hometown can be taken out and tilted, so that the candied haws strings can roll more evenly inside. However, Du Heng doesn't have this condition now, but it doesn't matter, he has Xuan Yu.
This is when Du Heng started to cheat. Du Heng said to Xuan Yu, "Xuan Yu, can you help me move the syrup out of the pot?"
Xuan Yu nodded, and a light flashed in his hand. He saw the syrup in the pot kept boiling and slowly rose from the bottom of the pot. It looked like a transparent bottom of the pot was holding up the syrup. This scene was magical, but Du Heng had seen it too many times during this period. When the syrup rose to a certain height, Du Heng shouted to stop.
He held a skewer of hawthorns and tilted it over to roll it quickly in the syrup. After rolling it around, Du Heng threw the candied haws onto the chopping board next to him with a "snap". The chopping board had been soaked in water in advance, and the candied haws stuck firmly to the chopping board after it was thrown on it. After a while, a layer of transparent sugar appeared at the junction of the candied haws and the chopping board.
Looking at the candied haws again, the hawthorns have been rolled with a thin layer of transparent sugar, and the originally rough outer skin has become delicate. After being coated with rock sugar, the hawthorns look bright red and much more beautiful than before.
Du Heng was very fast. He dipped the fruit strings in sugar and tossed them in one go. Soon, the chopping board he prepared in advance was already full of candied haws. This was when Du Heng's foresight became apparent. He had prepared a lot of fruit strings, and one chopping board certainly wouldn't be able to hold them all. He had soaked the chopping board he used to knead dough early on. By the time he had tossed the chopping board full of candied haws, he had finally finished dipping the fruit strings.
Du Heng clapped his hands happily, and he moved the chopping board with the candied haws on it to the dining table. When he was shaking the candied haws just now, a lot of syrup splashed around the sink. Fortunately, with the formation, he could avoid the trouble of washing the sink.
Du Heng said to Xuan Yu, "Okay, can you put the syrup back into the pot?" Xuan Yu responded, and the remaining syrup returned to the pot.
While the syrup was still boiling hot, he added fried peanuts and sesame seeds, and of course, the most important thing, fried rice. It was time for the strong to come on stage. Du Heng handed the spatula to Xuan Yu solemnly: "Xuan Yu, I leave it to you. Please help me stir the sugar and fried rice evenly."
Xuan Yu took the shovel without complaint, and as he stirred, the golden syrup mixed with red peanuts, black sesame seeds and white fried rice. It was a big pot of sticky mess, and people with little strength couldn't stir it at all!
Du Heng remembers that when he was a child, someone in the village was making fried rice candy. Because it was too sticky, the man of the house lifted the spatula and lifted the pot that was supposed to be embedded in the stove off. It was a mess at the time, and everyone laughed like crazy.
The quality of stoves in the cultivation world is guaranteed, and Xuan Yu is a prudent person. A large pot of sticky fried rice candy fits perfectly in his hands, without any sticking to places where it shouldn't stick.
While Xuan Yu was stirring, Du Heng took out the mold that he had prepared long ago. The mold was square, two feet long, one and a half feet wide, and eight inches deep, and a thin layer of soybean oil had been brushed on the bottom.
Du Heng walked to Xuan Yu with the mold and said, "Xuan Yu, you can put the fried rice candy into the mold now."
When he put the fried rice in, he had already calculated that the fried rice candies in the pot could fill three molds, and there wouldn't be much difference. Xuan Yu suddenly had an idea, and the sticky fried rice, although reluctant to leave the pot, still obediently flew from the pot to the mold.
They may not be satisfied with the mold, and they just refuse to lie in it in a sticky mass. But it's okay, Du Heng has a secret weapon.
Du Heng took out a wooden stick. This stick was a little different. Its two ends were thin enough for people to grab, but the middle part was round and cylindrical. The cylinder fit into the mold just right. Right on the stove, Du Heng used this stick to beat up the disobedient fried rice.
When the stick hit the fried rice, you could hear the sound of the fried rice being crushed to pieces, but most of the fried rice were still very sensible. They rolled along the stick and lay flat, and soon the mold in front of Du Heng was filled with sweet fried rice candy.
The fried rice candies are not very obedient at this time and need time to cool down. After cooling down, they will allow Du Heng to slice them and serve them on a plate.
Du Heng and Xuan Yu worked together perfectly, and soon filled three molds with fried rice candy. The heavy fried rice candy exuded a sweet smell, tempting the two big monsters who were eating melon seeds at the door to turn their heads and look at the molds frequently.
Jing Nan finally couldn't help but stood up: "Is it delicious?"
Du Heng smiled and said, "The fried rice candy is not ready yet, but the candied haws are ready to eat."
The candied haws are covered with a thin layer of sugar coating, which is called ice coating by industry insiders. It only takes two or three minutes for the ice coating to form. The mature ice coating has its own principles. It is not hard when bitten, but crispy! And the mature ice coating is quite cool, it does not stick to your teeth~
Du Heng pinched the bamboo stick, applied force lightly, and a complete candied haws was separated from the chopping board!
To be honest, if it hadn't been thrown onto the chopping board, Du Heng thought his ice coat would have perfectly covered the entire bunch of hawthorns. But because of this throw, the ice coat had an irregular horizontal surface, and the thin ice coat could be seen unconvincedly declaring its presence next to the hawthorns.
Du Heng looked at the bright red hawthorns and couldn't help but take a bite. With a snap, the icy coat broke apart in his mouth, and the sweet taste lingered between his lips and teeth. He chewed it again, and the sour taste of the hawthorns spread out again. It was this sour and sweet taste that made people want to eat another one.
Du Heng took a bunch of hawthorns and handed it to Xuan Yu: "Would you like to try it?"
Before Xuan Yu could reach out, Jing Nan had already snatched the string of candied haws from the side: "Okay!"
Du Heng: ...It’s not for Jingnan!
Xuan Yu calmly took the candied haws that Du Heng had taken a bite of: "I'll just eat this one."
Du Heng smiled and said, "It's OK as long as you don't mind me biting you."
Xuan Yu said calmly, "I don't mind." He took a bite, and Du Heng looked at Xuan Yu expectantly, "How does it feel?"
Xuan Yu licked the corner of his mouth and commented: "It's sour and sweet, Xiaoxiao should like it."
He had never eaten fruit skewers like this before, and it tasted pretty good, but to be honest, if he had any other choice, he would rather eat something else.
Du Heng could understand that. Tanghulu was originally used to coax children and deceive girls. How many grown men would really love this thing? Unless they were sissy.
Just as Du Heng finished thinking this with some malice, he turned around and saw Jing Nan and Feng Gui dividing the hawthorn skewers one by one.
Du Heng: ...I hope Jing Nan and Feng Gui don’t have the ability to read minds.
Feng Gui cracked a lot of melon seeds, and the melon seed shells under his feet piled up into a small mountain. Du Heng looked at the ground and felt that he cracked a pound of melon seeds by himself. This fighting power is not bad! He is worthy of being a feather tribe demon cultivator!
Du Heng looked at the sky and said, "Xiaoxiao should have finished studying, right?"
He has already roasted the melon seeds, peanuts, and made fried rice candy and candied haws. Isn't it time for the poor chick to be freed?
Just as I was talking about Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao came in flapping her little wings: "Chirp~~"
Xiaoxiao was followed by Chonghua and Yunzheng, both of whom were carrying a large backpack full of gray mushrooms.
Du Heng smiled: "You came just in time. The candied haws, melon seeds and peanuts are all ready! Xiaoxiao, come and eat the candied haws!"
Xiaoxiao loved Du Heng the most. He chirped in surprise. After Du Heng let him taste a candied haws, Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up like spirit stones: "Chirp~~"
Du Heng smiled and touched Xiaoxiao's head: "Eat slowly, these are all yours."
After saying this, Du Heng suddenly remembered something. How could he forget to put peanuts or melon seeds on the outside of the candied haws? His memory is not good as he gets older. He should have thought of it earlier.
Yun Zheng and Chong Hua had no interest in melon seeds, but they were very interested in fried rice, especially Chong Hua. He stood next to Zhu Qi and ate several handfuls of fried rice. "This is delicious, and it smells so good!"
Du Heng smiled: "I like to eat this dry, too. If you like it, I'll dry some more and you can take some with you when you leave?"
Chonghua nodded repeatedly: "Okay, this is fine!"
Chonghua chewed handfuls of fried rice, and some of the rice grains fell on the ground. The two chicks heard Xiaoxiao's voice and ran out of the nest. After seeing the fried rice on the ground, they actually picked it up and ate it one by one.
Du Heng smiled: "Only at this moment do I feel like I really have two chicks."
These two little chickens are so cool. Little Wonton knows to ask Du Heng for food, but they rarely do.
Speaking of which...Where is the wonton? I didn't see the wonton this morning. Where did it go?
Xuan Yu seemed to see through Du Heng's thoughts: "It should go find Hun Dun. Lao Dao has been patrolling the mountains near the village these days. It should go find its father."
Du Heng finally breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. It would be troublesome if he got lost."
When I was a child, my family would tie up and raise a puppy for a while. Du Heng thought that if Xiao Wonton was too wild, he might also need to be tied up and raised for a while.
Xuan Yu pointed at the fried rice candy mold: "This... should be cold, right?"
Du Heng suddenly came back to his senses: "Yes, it should be cold!"
Du Heng took out a knife and cut the fried rice candy into rectangular pieces in the mold. Every time he cut, a crackling sound could be heard.
Du Heng took out a plate and placed the cut fried rice candy on it: "Come and try the fried rice candy!!"
The square fried rice candy was placed on the white porcelain plate. The temperature of the fried rice candy had dropped. The white rice flower diluted the syrup, and black sesame and peanuts were mixed in the rice flower, which looked like a candied haws covered with a layer of ice. The ruddy peanuts could not escape the blade and were cut open, revealing the white kernels, which looked more attractive than the whole peanuts.
The fried rice is fragrant and crispy, not sticky at all, and it jumps between the teeth as if it has been given new life. The black sesame and peanuts are like the finishing touch, making the fried rice taste richer.
Du Heng felt that this fried rice candy was exactly the same as the fried rice candy he remembered! He hadn't eaten such fried rice candy for many years. When he lived in an era of material abundance, people had more and more delicious snacks. The fried rice candy he bought later either tasted too sweet or lacked some flavor.
Du Heng munched on the fried rice candy and squinted his eyes. He thought, the feeling that is missing should be satisfaction, right? The more material things are, the harder it is to be satisfied, right?
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Fried rice candy received unanimous praise from everyone. When Du Heng was baking the cake before, he had a feeling that Xuan Yu liked sweets. After making fried rice candy this time, he confirmed that Xuan Yu really liked sweets.
Xuan Yu sat on a chair and crunched down a plate of fried rice candy. After he finished, he sighed with a feeling of being unsatisfied.
If Du Heng didn't like this, he could cut vegetables while standing upside down.
Xuan Yu was not the only demon cultivator who liked to eat candy. Yun Zheng was also there. Yun Zheng and Xuan Yu helped Du Heng finish most of the fried rice candy. Du Heng was worried that the two would choke.
Du Heng put the fried rice candy in the storage bag. He decided to let Yun Zheng and the others pack some for them to take away when they left. If conditions were right in the future, he would make more sweets and put them in the refrigerator so that Xuan Yu could open the refrigerator and eat some when he was hungry.
The kitchen was filled with the sweet smell of syrup, which could easily make people feel drowsy when they smelled it on a winter afternoon.
Feng Gui and his friends had cracked a lot of melon seed shells on the floor. Now they were tired, so Feng Gui and Jing Nan went to lie down in the living room. Anyway, it was almost time for dinner, so they were too lazy to go home.
Du Heng was brushing the dirt off the base of the cock with a small brush. Xiao Xiao and the chickens were squatting beside the water basin, looking at Du Heng. Du Heng smiled and said, "This mushroom is delicious. I'll make mushroom soup for you tonight."
Xiaoxiao had eaten a bellyful of candied haws, and now his burps tasted sweet and sour. He smacked his lips and nodded. Although he was not hungry yet, he was already looking forward to the taste of mushroom soup.
Yun Zheng and his friends picked two baskets of fighting cocks, which was definitely more than they could eat in one meal. Du Heng only cleaned five or six and filled a basket with them. He carefully put away the remaining mushrooms and put them in the refrigerator. This was an unexpected delicacy that could not be wasted.
While putting the mushrooms in the refrigerator, Du Heng took out two fish from the refrigerator. He had been eating meat for the past few days, so it was time to change his taste. The fish in his hand was called sea bass. A sea bass was as long as his arm and weighed three pounds.
The mouth of the sea bass is particularly large, and there are three barbs on its back. Du Heng saw the chefs of Yunyanlou steaming this fish, but unfortunately those chefs did not know how to steam the fish, and the fish was a little tough after steaming.
Du Heng carried the perch to the pool. He didn't know how the storage bag in Yunyan Tower could store things, but the fish actually jumped a few times in the pool. Du Heng took two chopsticks and put them into the perch's mouth. The chopsticks in his hand rolled a few times, and when he pulled them out, they were already tangled with fish gills and fish intestines.
Du Heng's actions were ruthless, and Zhonghua couldn't help but shrink his neck: "Oh, so fierce."
He had actually thought that Du Heng was a weakling who could be eaten in one bite. Now it seemed that it was not Du Heng who was weak, but him. If Du Heng also used two chopsticks to reach into his mouth and stir it, would he also be able to roll out a ball of internal organs?
Du Heng quickly removed the scales from the sea bass with a knife. The gleaming scales scattered in the pool like small sequins.
Du Heng cut several times on both sides of the fish, and then put the processed perch into the wooden basin next to him. After processing several fish, he sprinkled some fine salt and white wine into it, and also sprinkled a handful of madder. After marinating for an incense stick, filter out the blood and steam it in the steamer!
Du Heng cooked some spiritual rice in the pot. He didn't cook much today because everyone had a lot of snacks in the afternoon. There was also fish and mushrooms in the evening, so they definitely didn't eat much.
The fire was lit on the stove, and the old hen soup was already bubbling. Du Heng put half of the fighting cock in the colander into the soup, covered the casserole with a lid, and then left the stove alone.
He added water to the small pot. Steaming fish requires high heat. Just wait for the water to boil and leave it in the pot for two cups of tea. While the water was boiling, Du Heng took the sea bass out of the wooden basin.
He shook off the madder and ginger shreds from the sea bass and placed them on a large plate, with a layer of golden ginger slices spread underneath. He prepared two large plates to steam two fish at a time.
Originally, steaming one fish would be enough, but Du Heng really likes eating fish. His family lives inland, so he rarely has the opportunity to eat sea fish, so he greedily steamed one more fish.
Du Heng stood in front of the stove waiting for the water to boil, but the water in the pot made a squeaking sound at first, but after a while the noise became smaller and smaller, and gradually there was no sound at all.
Du Heng walked behind the stove and saw that the flame at the bottom of the pot had gone out. He dug around a few times and found that the vines that served as fuel were gone.
Du Heng raised his voice and shouted: "Xuan Yu! Xuan Yu, the fire is over!"
Hearing Du Heng's voice, Xuan Yu walked over from the living room. He said slowly, "Okay, wait a minute." Then Xuan Yu walked out of the yard.
Xuan Yu came back soon, holding a dark red thing with barbs that was twisting. Looking closely, what else could it be but a blood-sucking vine?
Du Heng had only seen burning blood-sucking vines before, and this was the first time he saw a living blood-sucking vine. Did the blood-sucking vine move when it was alive? ?
Du Heng wanted to get closer, but he saw the blood-sucking vine let go of Xuan Yu and stretched towards him. Du Heng saw that the barbs on the blood-sucking vine were all straightened, and it looked an inch longer than before! The blood-sucking vine, as thick as an arm, looked like a wolf's tooth or a club, which was particularly scary.
A flash of light flashed in Xuan Yu's hand, and the blood-sucking vine broke into five or six pieces and fell to the ground, but even so, it was still twisting! What a terrifying vitality!
Xuan Yu said to Du Heng slowly, "Stay away. This thing likes to suck the blood of humans and animals. If you are touched by it, at best your skin will be broken and bleeding, and at worst you will be sucked into a pile of bones."
Du Heng's hair stood on end. How could he dare to get close?
Xuan Yu picked up the fire tongs behind the stove and threw the twisting blood-sucking vines into the stove one by one. The stove was immediately ignited with flames. Xuan Yu's face was filled with a warm smile in the firelight: "I was careless. I will remember to check next time. If there is no blood-sucking vine, I will add it."
Du Heng waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, I can do it myself."
Jing Nan's voice came from the living room: "Hey? Then can we see what Du Heng's bones look like?"
The corner of Du Heng's mouth twitched. Jing Nan had actually already determined that he would be sucked by the blood-sucking vine. It was really too bullying.
The water in the pot made a squeaking sound and soon it boiled. Du Heng opened the lid of the pot and placed the two plates of fish on the steaming rack. He calculated the time in his mind. Steaming fish requires the right temperature and time. If it is over-steamed, it will lose its freshness.
While the fish was steaming, he cut a handful of madder and mixed it with soy sauce to make juice. When the time was up, he took the fish out of the pot.
The fish's eyes had popped out after being steamed over high heat, and the tender white meat had stretched the skin apart, revealing the texture inside. There was a pool of oily soup under the fish, which could not be used. Du Heng poured the soup into the pool and picked out the ginger slices from under the fish.
The water in the pot was drained by the formation, and Du Heng added three spoons of soybean oil to the pot. The pot was boiling hot, and the soybean oil cooked quickly.
He sprinkled the fish with finely shredded ginger and seasonings, then poured a spoonful of boiling hot oil over it. With a sizzling sound, the madder and ginger were stimulated by the hot oil and gave off a fragrant aroma. A pool of oil with sauce appeared next to the fish.
Du Heng sniffed and smelled the fresh smell of fish. It tasted exactly the same as the steamed sea fish he had eaten before!
He placed two plates of fish on the table, then picked up the chopsticks and happily poked through the fish skin and picked up a large piece of snow-white fish meat. Just as Du Heng was about to put the fish meat into his mouth, he felt two burning eyes staring at him.
He looked down and saw that Xiao Wonton had appeared under the table. It was shaking its tail desperately to show its presence and chirping. Du Heng suddenly felt very guilty, and a sense of embarrassment rose in his heart, as if he had been caught eating alone.
Little Wonton was still whimpering, and Du Heng sighed. He put the fish meat in Little Wonton's special food bowl and muttered, "Xuan Yu didn't let me feed you alone, so I only gave you this bite, and you are not allowed to eat the rest. If you explode, how can I face your father and Lao Dao?"
Xiao Wonton was eating from the food bowl, his tail wagging in the wind. Du Heng touched the puppy's fur. The fur of a puppy born in winter is thick and dense, and feels soft to the touch. However, Xiao Wonton had just come back from outside, so his fur felt a little cold.
Du Heng picked up another piece of white fish. This time, no one bothered him...right? Just as Du Heng was about to eat, he felt two burning eyes staring at him again. He lowered his head and saw Xiaoxiao tilting her head to act cute.
Du Heng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He could only obediently put the piece of fish into Xiaoxiao's mouth: "It's rare that I want to eat alone, but you and Xiao Wonton caught me. Is it delicious?"
Xiaoxiao nodded repeatedly, his little wings fluttering, and it was obvious that he was very satisfied with the steamed fish.
Being caught twice in a row did not stop Du Heng from eating secretly, and he once again stretched out his chopsticks towards the steamed fish. This time, he felt several burning gazes around him. Du Heng turned around with his chopsticks raised, and saw Jing Nan and Feng Gui sticking their heads out of the door: "What are you eating?"
Du Heng stuffed the fish into his mouth and smacked his lips happily: "Steamed fish."
The fish meat melted in his mouth, and the sweet meat was paired with the salty and fresh dipping sauce, which was so delicious that he wanted to take another bite. It was perfect. What kind of treasure is sea bass? Du Heng liked the taste! It was indeed a delicacy from the sea. Du Heng felt that he could eat the whole fish by himself!
As a result, when he finished savoring the food and looked down, the two plates of sea bass were already 70
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