Yang Ruoqing continued to work.

Wang Cuilian also continued to watch.

The two children don't eat fatty meat and can't eat spicy food, so Yang Ruoqing divides the filling into two parts when making dumplings.

In a bowl is pure thin dumpling filling, which is simply added with salt, light soy sauce, chives, vegetable foam, eggs, and sweet potato starch.

The other bowl contained pork belly stuffing, and in addition to the other ingredients mentioned above, an extra tablespoon of wild sansho pepper sauce was added.

Wild sansho peppers are picked in the mountains in spring and used to make sauce, stir-fries, dumpling fillings, or to cover noodles. They are all the best partners.

Finally, Yang Ruoqing put a little more lettuce seed oil into the two fillings.

"Qing'er, why don't you just put the rapeseed oil in the pot when it's fried?" Wang Cuilian asked.

The rapeseed oil produced by farmers is the rapeseed grown at home and sent to the oil mill to grind out the oil, which is also called raw sesame oil.

Usually before cooking, you need to fry them in a pot at high temperature for a while to remove the raw smell.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I won't use it now. It's mainly used to lock in the moisture in the meat filling so that it will taste delicate later."

"Ah?" Wang Cuilian was hesitant. This was the first time she heard the talk of moisture-locking.

"Auntie, I'm going to start frying the fillings." Yang Ruoqing said again.

Wang Cuilian said: "Okay, I'll come and stuff you with firewood after I finish rolling it out."

However, she only rolled out twenty dumpling wrappers at hand, and even if she didn't count the dumplings she would deliver to the next door, it would not be enough for the six members of her family.

Blacksmith Luo alone would probably eat thirty dumplings, and he would eat less, twenty.

Qing'er didn't eat much at night, only about ten.

Two little grandsons together, there are about ten of them.

After calculating this, we need at least seventy dumpling skins, which is still fifty sheets short!

Yang Ruoqing also discovered this situation, so she said to Wang Cuilian: "Mom, don't worry, I won't go to the pot station to fry the stuffing. It happened that the small stove that had been boiling water hadn't extinguished yet, so I set up a small iron pot on it to fry the stuffing.

"

The fillings are almost cooked after being fried for six to seven weeks, because they are wrapped in dumpling wrappers and steamed in a pot, so they will definitely be cooked.

As for why the fillings are fried, it is to allow the flavor of the fillings to penetrate more. Otherwise, if you make dumplings directly with raw fillings, it will be difficult to cook them, and the taste will always be uneven.

Anyway, every housewife has her own way of doing it. There is no one who is good or bad.

What you approve of and what your family loves the most is the best.

When Yang Ruoqing fried the fillings and put them in two large bowls, Wang Cuilian had already rolled out more than 30 pieces, and now there was only about 20 pieces left.

So Wang Cuilian planned to roll more dumplings, because Qing'er would definitely send dumplings to her parents' house later, just by looking at the weight of the fillings.

It's great to have a daughter to marry close to the road.

Yang Ruoqing took a look at the situation in front of her and decided to give up helping her aunt make dumpling wrappers.

"Auntie, you roll out the dumpling wrappers slowly. I'll start wrapping them now so that dinner can be eaten faster."

"Okay, okay, I don't need your help here, you take care of it first," Wang Cuilian said.

"By the way, let's pack food for the children first. They will be hungry when they come back later."

"Um!"

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law divide the labor and cooperate, doing household chores while working.

As we talked, we talked about Blacksmith Luo.

Wang Cuilian said: "...he said that the quilt has no smell. I can't even refute him. He can't smell his own smell."

"That old man who smokes and drinks is really heavy. He has to be pushed by me every day before he can wash his feet and go to bed. If he is pushed too much, he still dislikes me for being verbose. Alas..."

Yang Ruoqing listened with a smile, wrapping the dumplings with dexterous fingers, and the beautiful and delicate willow leaf-shaped dumplings were formed like that, and were neatly stacked on the steaming grid lined with white cotton gauze.

No matter how you look at it from that angle, every dumpling is in a straight line, as if you are practicing.

She put the dumpling she had just wrapped in her hand on its rightful place, and then said to Wang Cuilian: "Auntie, I found that all gentlemen are probably like this. My mother also complained to me about my father.

"

"Ah? Your mother also said something like this?" Wang Cuilian was happy.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, continued to make dumplings in her hand, and continued: "My mother said that the sheets and pillowcases she just changed after sleeping for three days are still clean and have no marks on the side where she slept, but there are no marks on my father's side.

It’s the same, there is a recognizable shape of dark printing on the whole thing, and the pillow is greasy..."

Wang Cuilian seemed to have found a soulmate, "Really? Ouch, he is just like your uncle, and so is your uncle!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled so hard that her eyebrows curled up and she continued: "My mother also said this to my fourth aunt last time. Auntie, what do you think my fourth aunt said?"

"What did your fourth aunt say?"

"My fourth aunt said that men are not fragrant until they are ten years old. After twenty-five, they become oilier every year."

"Hahaha..." Wang Cuilian laughed so hard that tears came out, "Your fourth aunt is so funny!"

"My fourth aunt said that my fourth uncle is the same way. She said that my fourth uncle snores when he sleeps at night, with his mouth open and hitting the sky, like thunder."

"I also said that when my fourth uncle snores, it feels like water is filling his throat and gurgling. Sometimes he chokes himself and wakes up from coughing..."

Wang Cuilian burst out laughing, as if there were pictures in front of her eyes and sounds in her ears.

Yang Ruoqing had already laughed once before when she heard Liu's dictation. This time when she said it from her own mouth, she just smiled indifferently.

In fact, the fourth aunt also complained about a lot of things about the fourth uncle sleeping at night. For example, the fourth aunt hated the fourth uncle snoring while facing her.

It was said that Fourth Uncle basically blew on her head and face, and the air spurted out from her mouth and nose. It was very smelly, as if she had eaten a dead rat!

Because those words were damaging to Fourth Uncle's image, Yang Ruoqing would not say more.

Besides, I’m making dumplings and cooking delicious food right now, so if something doesn’t feel right, I’ll stop ordering it.

"Your fourth aunt and the others won't be returning to the village today, right?" Wang Cuilian glanced at the sky outside the kitchen window.

The sky has darkened, and the chickens and ducks have already returned to their cages.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I'll probably stay in the county town for one night. It's too hasty to go and come back the same day."

If I had come back today, my fourth aunt would have come over long ago to talk.

"Daddy Jinchuan, are you going to make things difficult for your fourth uncle and your aunt? I heard that this man did not take responsibility for what he did before." Wang Cuilian said again.

Yang Ruoqing understood what Wang Cuilian meant, because there were many similar people in Changping Village and the next village.

When a girl was born, she favored boys over girls, disliked her for being a girl, beat her or scolded her, and often went hungry. He was not like a serious father at all.
Chapter completed!