Chapter 348: The smell of smoke cannot be completely washed away

Sichuan peppercorns, cinnamon, and star anise are all spices used to make the salted duck eggs more flavorful.

Simply rinse with clean water to remove any dust from the spices.

Then get some sun.

The scorching summer sun evaporates the water in an instant.

After drying, mix spices such as peppercorns, cinnamon, star anise, and coarse salt together.

Then you can proceed to the next step.

Soak the duck eggs in white wine, roll them in coarse salt, and then wrap them in plastic wrap.

Of course, you can also use newspapers.

This step is to allow the coarse salt to absorb onto the duck eggs, and the salty taste of the coarse salt will penetrate into the duck eggs little by little.

Jiang Rou prepared about twenty duck eggs in one breath.

After coating each one with coarse salt, they were placed in a clay pot for pickling.

Then put it in a cool and ventilated place and leave it quietly for half a month to a month, and the salted duck eggs that are juicy and tender will be ready.

The most suitable place to put it is of course the jade pendant's spiritual treasure space.

Just one day and it's done.

Jiang Rou took a salted duck egg and steamed it together with the steamed buns.

Then cut it in the middle with a knife.

【Yellow and oily salted duck eggs with pictures】

The golden oil slowly flows out from the salted egg yolk, which also has a sticky and sandy texture.

It looks delicious at first glance.

In the morning, have half a salted duck egg and a bowl of rice soaked in water. It is refreshing, cool and delicious.

…

The day before Dragon Boat Festival.

"Is this right?... Oh... we broke up... Why did we break up again... It's still not right..."

Song Qingqian's voice of deflation, along with her silently drooping shoulders, became quite dejected.

Along with it, those always proud phoenix eyes also drooped.

Song Qingqian frowned deeply, looked at the green bamboo leaves in her hands and the glutinous rice soaked in alkaline water, and sighed silently.

This is the third time.

Jiang Rou taught her how to make rice dumplings three times.

At the beginning, she was doing quite well.

Place two bamboo leaves together, and then roll them into a small cone shape from the middle.

Then fill the cone with glutinous rice.

Add a little more glutinous rice and press it firmly.

In this way, when you cook the rice dumplings in the future, they will not fall apart and the taste will be sticky and especially delicious.

Song Qingqian followed every step carefully and slowly.

Further down.

Just fold down the bamboo leaves growing at both ends.

Cover the top of the cone with indigo leaves, and the original circle will be pinched into a triangle.

Add a small pointed tip at the bottom and it becomes the most standard square-shaped rice dumpling.

【Picture of square rice dumplings】

But it seems like a simple step.

Song Qingqian just couldn't do this step well.

After each cluster of indigo leaves was bent, the two sides of the triangle either leaked out on one side or were not properly done on the other side.

After a lot of effort, I finally got one, and it finally looks decent.

But when she was tying the rope, her palms were unable to hold it and the rice dumpling suddenly became loose.

In the end, the glutinous rice fell out before the rope was tied.

A complete defeat.

A complete mess.

Song Qingqian has eaten a lot of rice dumplings, and they don’t look difficult to make.

But when she tried to do it herself, it was harder than using a sewing machine and even harder than playing the piano.

Every time it comes to a critical moment.

It was as if her fingers were not her own; they kept moving back and forth and would not obey orders.

But Song Qingqian was very worried.

When she was sighing and lamenting.

Jiang Rou never stopped.

Not only is she fast at making zongzi, but they also look good.

Each zongzi is a neat square.

It is at a level that can be taken out for exhibition as a sample.

They both look like white and tender hands, so why is there such a big difference?

Song Qingqian was a little disappointed.

Jiang Rou tied the rice dumpling with the rope in her hand, circle after circle, while carefully checking every corner of the rice dumpling to make sure it was tied firmly.

Click.

Cut the rope cleanly.

Put the wrapped rice dumplings aside.

Jiang Rou looked at Song Qingqian's embarrassed and worried expression.

Simply suggested.

"Qingqian, making zongzi is not easy. It's normal that you can't learn it. You might as well not learn it. When I'm done, you can just take it away."

"No, I want to do it myself."

Song Qingqian's thin eyebrows were still wrinkled.

Although she was disappointed, she didn't intend to give up. There was a stubborn light in the depths of her narrow eyes.

Jiang Rou raised the corners of her lips and asked teasingly.

"Are you going to make this for Captain He himself?"

a moment.

A blush appeared on Song Qingqian's fair cheeks, but she did not immediately retort in embarrassment.

Song Qingqian has also made some progress these days.

After all, they had been in love for a long time and had become thicker-skinned. They no longer felt uneasy as before when He Donglai was mentioned.

Song Qingqian gradually realized it.

If you like someone, you should let the other person know.

A hand hold, a hug, a kiss... and then sleeping in the same bed.

Only when you let the other person know your feelings, will these things happen naturally, like water flowing over a bridge.

Makes people happy.

This is probably love.

Song Qingqian has already experienced and tasted the sweetness of love.

She held the bamboo leaves in her hand and sorted them out while talking to Jiang Rou.

"Well, I want to make rice dumplings for him. Donglai told me that when he first left the village to go to school in the city, it happened to be the Dragon Boat Festival. The village chief's aunt not only gave him steamed bread, but also rice dumplings. That was the first time he ate rice dumplings."

For He Donglai, whether the rice dumplings are delicious or not is nothing special.

But the turning point in He Donglai's life began at that time.

So the first time he ate rice dumplings, it became a good luck omen.

After hearing He Donglai's story, Song Qingqian wanted to make rice dumplings for him herself.

Bring him all the good luck.

I hope he can always be safe.

He Donglai has been carrying out blasting missions recently, and when he returns home every night he is covered in dust and... the smell of gunpowder.

Even though he didn't want Song Qingqian to know, he always went to take a shower early secretly.

But the two of them were already lying on the same bed, so close that they could easily smell each other's scent.

It is impossible to completely wash away the smell of gunpowder.

In addition, Song Qingqian is no longer the "capitalist lady" who never leaves the house.

She would chat with her sisters-in-law, queue up to go surfing together, and often interact with Jiang Rou.

I know a lot about what happened on the island.

What's more...

She cares about He Donglai from the bottom of her heart.

When the sisters-in-law were chatting, even if they just mentioned He Donglai unconsciously, Song Qingqian would prick up her ears and listen carefully.

Therefore, Song Qingqian knew He Donglai's recent mission very clearly.

It's so dangerous...

On Song Qingqian's beautiful face, a look of seriousness and determination flashed across her face as she frowned.

She held the leaves in both hands and said, "I will definitely learn it! I will definitely be able to make good-looking rice dumplings!"