Kipkori has not conveyed the latest information on sorghum rice. In Kenya, there are not many people who eat sorghum rice alone. They are ground into flour and eaten together, and it seems that the requirements for sorghum rice are not that high.

Su Man also collected a lot of samples, and even made recordings with Masica and the others. Old Liu also had "very eager" and would notify himself when he figured it out.

The top dressing work has also achieved a complete success under the leadership of Masica. Now it is October, and Lao Liu is going to do a serious thing today, that is, to make sauce.

The sorghum rice has not yet been deposited, but the sauce must be made. The reason why it took some time to delay is that he has to collect the materials. Otherwise, if you are ready but don’t have a sauce jar, wouldn’t you just have to play in vain?

This sauce also occupies a certain position in the dietary history of China. It is not the sauce in the ordinary sense, but the da sauce from the Northeast.

It originated from the Manchus and began to tinker with this sauce during the Sui and Tang Dynasties. As a Northeastern person, the sauce is also a common condiment on the dining table.

That is, when life is good now, I will make a meat sauce and egg sauce. In the past, I would scoop a plate from the sauce jar, pull onions, raw eggplant, and cucumbers, and dip them directly.

In recent years, skewers are popular, especially in his hometown, the skewers industry is more famous. It has basically reached the point where everything is impossible to grill. All kinds of ingredients are only something you can't imagine, and there is nothing you can't grill.

As for dipping sauce, the same is true. There is no dish that cannot be dipped in with a dish on a plate of sauce. This is a food culture. After Liu Wenrui went to Africa, he missed this bite more and more.

The method of making this dajiang is also carefully asked for advice while my mother was chatting with her daughter. I really don’t have so much time to pay attention to myself. Every time I chat with a video, Xiao Miaomiao is the protagonist.

Today, when I made the sauce cubes, Xiao Miaomiao also led the flat-tout brother to work as a supervisor next to him.

Otherwise, Lao Liu would not be relieved. Xiao Miaomiao's range of movement is too large now. If you jump up and down, you have to keep her within your sight as much as possible.

In fact, seriously, there are time requirements for making sauce cubes. They are made in the twelfth lunar month. After several months of fermentation, it is time to make sauce seriously around April of the next year.

But now there are not so many requirements, and many conditions can be simulated. In other words, some rural older people still adhere to such time requirements.

The soybeans had been soaked for a long time, and he didn't make too much of them by himself. They just had more than 20 kilograms of soybeans. They cooked them in a bucket for about two hours, and they were all soft and sour.

This is the first step. The current process is the second step, which requires crushing all the soybeans. Some people like to eat the ones with beans in it, but Liu Wenrui doesn't like it very much. He still thinks that the crushed sauce tastes good.

Some people try to save trouble and just use a meat grinder to make it happen soon. Comrade Lao Liu firmly believes that the sauce made in that way has no soul. It is like slapping cucumbers and cutting cucumbers, which are two completely different flavors.

His method of handling is also very simple. Anyway, he is very strong now, so put it in a basin and beat it with his fist. When my mother is making sauce at home, she seems to be crushing it with a spoon, so she doesn't need it.

The little Miaomiao, who was sitting next to her, looked very novel. It was quite good beans, but it was beaten into small pieces in a short while. The little guy was also unwilling to be lonely. He clenched his fists and helped Lao Liu beat them in the basin.

Although the little guy couldn't beat the beans, he looked very serious. He was still very happy to beat him, and "Miaomiao's words" began to appear out of his little mouth again.

This is a language that no one can understand, and her speech is a bit unfair. When she is happy or anxious, she can understand what she is saying.

With the "unremitting efforts" between the father and daughter, all the soybeans were beaten to pieces. Lao Liu then carried out the last step of making the sauce block today, which was to smash the sauce block.

You have to fall, and you have to fall hard. The harder you fall, the stronger the sauce will be, the better the fermentation effect, and the better the sauce will be.

He pinched out a few pieces of sauce that were about 20 cm long, about 10 cm high and width with his hands. Xiao Miaomiao was not idle either, and he also pinched out a small piece himself. Although it was not very standard and there were some mini versions, it was also a piece of sauce that was not?

Lao Liu picked up one of them and threw it towards the board.

With a "bang", the sauce block fell into several petals.

Old Liu was a little worried. Now that he was in a big way, he seemed to have to control it, otherwise he would probably not be able to fall out the sauce today.

As soon as he finished pinching the broken pieces of sauce, he saw his baby daughter picking up the small pieces of sauce she made, imitating her own way and throwing them.

However, my daughter's accurate head was a little worse, her eyes were looking at the table, and the arcs drawn by her hands were also very beautiful. It was just a little earlier to let go, and in a "swoosh", the little sauce piece flew away.

Xiao Miaomiao was still a little stunned and kept staring at the table. Where did the Jiang Duanzi go?

What else did Old Liu say? He could only run over to the place where his daughter fell. It was still true, even though there was some soil stuck, it would be enough to rush over.

Seeing that the sauce cube was back, Xiao Miaomiao grabbed the sauce cube but didn't throw it out directly. After thinking for a while, the little guy stood up by himself, waved his hand. With a soft "pop", the sauce cube honestly landed under the table.

"Dad, Dad..."

The little Miaomiao was so excited that she shouted and her body was jumping, and her little hand pointed at the sauce block on the table.

My daughter had a lot of fun, so Comrade Lao Liu was even happier. Making sauce cubes is very important, but it is even more important for my daughter to be happy. Grab the sauce cubes, pinch them and put them in my daughter's little hand.

The little guy was really fine. With a wave of his hand, she threw the sauce onto the table again.

This time, Lao Liu didn't need to help. The little guy came over and grabbed the sauce piece by himself, pinched it casually with his little hand, and then fell.

There was no need for Lao Liu at all. The little guy was having a lot of fun. Lao Liu also adjusted his strength and then threw it with the sauce block.

This is just playing together. Xiao Miaomiao's mood was very beautiful. When she fell happily, she would come to Lao Liu and hold his neck to appreciate his big fragrance.
Chapter completed!