Chapter 22: pickles
Chapter 22 Pickled pickles
Su Wen went to the kitchen and opened the cabinet door to see what ingredients were left at home. The sisters were all malnourished, and all the delicious food went into the original body's stomach, so they had to make up for it.
If only there was milk!
She sighed in her heart, and planned to go to the supply and marketing agency to buy some malted milk essence, and ask Su Qing to send it to the school for the fourth and fifth younger sisters.
Those two poor girls don’t know what kind of life they live in school!
Su Wen ate in the school cafeteria when she was a child. Not to mention the lack of oil and water, the food was particularly unpalatable, let alone the nutritional value. With the status of the fourth and fifth younger sisters, it is estimated that they can only eat some pickled vegetables, steamed buns, and drink some cold water.
My heart hurts just thinking about it.
"Sister, what's for dinner?" Su Xiaomei washed her hands quietly after sweeping the yard before she dared to enter the kitchen.
She knows that her eldest sister loves to be clean, and if she doesn't pay attention to hygiene, her eldest sister will not like her.
"Eat egg pancakes at night, and stir-fry pickled vegetables. Su Wen made a decision, and started to do it.
Take out five eggs from the drawer, then start to mix some refined white flour into the cornmeal and add water to make a batter, then go to the private land, pull out a few shallots, wash them, finely chop the green onions and put them in the batter.
After everything was finished, she found Su Xiaomei clutching her heart with a heartbroken face.
"What's wrong with you? Not feeling well?"
With tears in Su Xiaomei's eyes, "Sister, do you want to eat five eggs? There are only fourteen eggs in our family, and they will be gone after we finish eating them! Let's not eat any more, I'm not hungry at all, really. With such delicious meat and bones, I could go a year without eating good ones."
They are usually reluctant to eat any of them.
"Sister, don't eat eggs! Let's eat cornmeal. It's delicious to eat cornmeal."
Su Wen was silent for a long time. It turned out that when the younger sister ate meat yesterday, she thought she would not eat it for the next year.
"Listen to me, you are malnourished now, you need to supplement your nutrition. From now on, you will eat eggs every day, not only eggs, but also meat, bones, fish, and a lot of delicious food."
Su Xiaomei stared blankly at Su Wen, her six-year-old heart was being shocked. The image of the eldest sister, in her eyes, is so tall, tough, and even more radiant than her father when he was alive.
"Don't worry, there will be eggs, money, and beautiful clothes in the future."
My little girl is so sensible, which is really gratifying.
"Come on, help me light the fire and start cooking!"
"Oh!" Su Xiaomei hadn't come out of the shock just now, and she sat on a small stool with a silly face to light the fire. But he is very skilled with his hands. When filling the stove with firewood, add it little by little, without using a fire fork to make the iron pan heat evenly.
There are special people to help you light the fire. When you cook, you will definitely get twice the result with half the effort. It is more convenient than having natural gas in the city, and the food you make is more delicious.
Su Wen deftly wiped the hot pan with oil, then spread the batter into the pan to form a cake, and then topped it with eggs. You will soon be able to smell the fragrance of corn mixed with shallots and eggs, and it will go straight into your nose.
Su Xiaomei couldn't help swallowing her saliva, her eyes were fixed on the omelette that came out of the pan, and she couldn't bear to look away. I have long forgotten what I just said.
Su Wen couldn't help laughing, no matter how sensible a child is, he is still a child.
Repeat this four times, make four omelettes, and dinner is ready.
There is no way to have staple food without vegetables. Su Xiaomei shouted that she didn't want vegetables. Egg pancakes are already delicious, and she is very happy. But Su Wen ignored her. In her cognition, how could there be no food for dinner!
Life should have a sense of ritual and pay attention to matching.
She opened the small jar of pickled vegetables in the corner of the kitchen, and inside were pickled pickles with beautiful colors. The sour taste makes one want to eat a big bowl of white rice just by smelling it.
It goes well with egg pancakes.
Unexpectedly, the original body also has the unique skill of pickling pickles.
(end of this chapter)