"I want to eat lean meat!" Mo Ziwan looked at Song Nanzhi with her mouth pursed and said coquettishly. Fat meat has a lot of oil, but lean meat is more abundant in protein. For their health and for themselves, they should not grow into a fat girl.

This habit and cognition of fat must be slowly corrected.

Song Nanzhi looked at her granddaughter and felt softened into a mud, "Okay, okay, eat lean meat for me." Although she felt that the lean meat was not very good and delicious, her granddaughter didn't like it, and she also

I could only follow her. After saying that, I turned around and wanted to get the meat that I bought at home that was more thin and fat.

After Song Nanzhi turned around to get the meat from the cabinet, Mo Ziwan pulled Mo Li to the backyard, "Let's go wash some red potatoes, Brother Qingyuan, please help us get water."

Murong Qingyuan replied: "Okay."

Song Nanzhi took out the pickled meat from the cabinet and looked at the three of them walking into the yard. Even though he knew they would be careful, he still inevitably gave him a message, "Be careful!"

Murong Qingyuan replied, "Don't worry, grandma, I will look at them."

Song Nanzhi put the meat on the chopping board and asked again, "Wanwan, how do you do this meat?"

Mo Ziwan took the red potato picked up from under the eaves in her hand and ran back into the house. Looking at the meat on the chopping board, it was estimated that it was a pound of one pound, not too much, so she finished it at once and replied:

"Chop into minced meat." .z.br

When Song Nanzhi heard that it was chopped into minced meat, he thought he wanted to make meat balls. "Do you want to eat meat balls?" The meat balls cannot be full of fat. Looking at the meat under his hands, it is half fat and half thin, which is suitable for making meat.

Eat the round pieces.

Mo Ziwan shook her head and said, "It's not a meat ball, it's another delicious thing. Grandma first chops the meat into minced meat, and then makes other things." After that, she ran to the backyard and took the red potatoes in her hand.

He put it in the wooden basin beside the well, and after putting it down, he ran to get several of them.

Mo Li washed the red potatoes in the basin, and looked at Mo Ziwan taking several more while washing, reminding him: "Wanwan, enough! We can't finish eating so many red potatoes!"

There is a lot of red potatoes, but the filtered starch will not be much. Even if there is a lot of filtered out, it will not be used up this time. It will be dried and kept for later eating and will not break. And when stir-frying shredded pork, add some,

The meat is tender, smooth and refreshing, "Not much."

After washing about twenty red potatoes, Song Nanzhi was still chopping the meat. Mo Ziwan looked at the meat on the chopping board and probably had to chop it for a while before it could be chopped, so she said, "I'll go to my godmother's house to borrow a knife to cut it.

Red potato.”

After Mo Ziwan finished speaking, she ran out of the kitchen door without waiting for Song Nanzhi to speak. She ran to the Han family yard in a breeze and shouted, "Godmother!"

As soon as Mo Ziwan finished shouting, Han Chunlin ran out, "Sister Wanwan!"

"Brother Chunlin, my grandma is making delicious food. I'll send it to you when it's ready."

"What delicious food is made?" Han Chunlin immediately became interested when he heard that there was something delicious again.

"Keep confidential, you will know when you eat it." Mo Ziwan said mysteriously. In fact, she hadn't figured out how to choose the name.

"Is my godmother in the kitchen?" Mo Ziwan asked again.

"Sister, sister!" Han Qiulu ran out staggeringly.

When Mo Ziwan saw Han Qiulu who was shaking, she ran over and pulled her, "Lulu, do you want her sister?"

"I want to!" Han Qiulu replied, holding Mo Ziwan.

Mo Ziwan reached out and gently stroked Han Qiulu's hair. Whenever this time, she could understand why those adults always like to touch the tops of the little kids' heads. This trick is really useful, "Wanwan, be good, sister, do it well.

I'll give you something to eat."

Han Qiulu showed her two rabbit teeth, "Eat, delicious!"

Yu Silian tied her waist and looked at Mo Ziwan, looking like a little adult, and said with a smile on her lips, "What delicious food has Wanwan made?"

Mo Ziwan looked at Yu Silian. After Han Chunlin asked, Mo Ziwan quickly turned her mind and then said, "Godmother, we are making meat pies!" Anyway, the hamburgers and sandwiches were all mentioned in front.

It is also OK to say that cakes and lunch meat is a meat patty.

After saying this, I also thought that the name of meat pie is not only a bit ugly, but it is actually very appropriate. After chopping it into a meat paste and then spreading it into pieces, it is a meat pie!

Yu

After Si Lian approached, she reached out and pointed Mo Ziwan's forehead, and smiled and said, "You're going to have a meat pie! I think you want to eat yourself into a fat pie!"

Mo Ziwan shouted unyieldingly: "No, I don't want to be fat cakes, I am a little fairy! My sister and I are both little fairies!" After saying that, Mo Ziwan was very ashamed of the "innocent" he pretended to be!

"Okay, okay, you are not Fat Biao, you are a little fairy." Yu Silian reached out and touched Mo Ziwan's head, and said dotingly.

After a few jokes, Mo Ziwan finally asked about the serious matter, "Godmother, do you still need a kitchen knife? Grandma is chopping meat, and we still have a lot of red potatoes to cut. I'll borrow a kitchen knife to cut the red potatoes."

Yu Silian said, "No need, I'll take it for you." After that, he turned around and walked into the kitchen. When he came out again, he had a bright kitchen knife in his hand, "Let's go, I'll send it to you!

"

Mo Ziwan reached out and said, "I can take it!"

How could Yu Silian ask her a little kid to hold a knife and said, "I'll go and see what delicious food you make?"

Mo Ziwan immediately responded, "Okay." After that, she took Yu Silian's hand.

Yu Silian also pulled Mo Ziwan's little hand in the palm of her hand and said to Han Chunlin: "Look at my sister, I'll go and come back."

Han Chunlin replied: "Okay."

After Yu Silian arrived at the Mo family's kitchen, she said a few words to Song Nanzhi and then turned back. Song Nanzhi said, "Qingyuan, please cut slowly with the knife, don't let the two sisters take the knife."

"Okay." Murong Qingyuan held the kitchen knife in his hand and turned to look at Mo Ziwan, "How to cut this?"

It is all necessary to cut into slags, just cut them into small pieces first, and then grind the small pieces into slags later."

"What's the purpose of grinding it into slag?" Song Nanzhi asked.

"Grandma, I need the starch in the red potatoes." Mo Ziwan replied.

"Some powder? What kind of powder?" Song Nanzhi didn't understand what her granddaughter meant.

Mo Ziwan explained again: "Grandma, don't we see white paste coming out after we cut the red potato?"

Song Nanzhi nodded, "There is a white paste emerging."

"This white slurry is starch." After saying that, he turned to Murong Qingyuan and said, "Brother Qingyuan, you can cut a few pieces first."

Murong Qingyuan slowly cut the red potato with a kitchen knife, as Mo Ziwan said, and cut a few pieces casually and asked, "Is this OK?"

Mo Ziwan nodded, then reached out and put the red potatoes cut into small pieces into the bowl. He then took the scoop and scooped half a bowl of water into the bowl. He held the bowl slightly and then took out the red potatoes from the bowl.

Then, let the water stay aside, "You can see the starch in the bowl in a while, but if you want more starch, you still have to grind the red potato pieces into residue."

In a cup of tea, after Mo Ziwan poured out the water from the bowl, everyone saw a white layer on the bottom of the bowl, pointed to the bottom of the bowl and said, "This is starch, and stir-fry it in the meat, so you can make it

The meat is smooth and delicious.”

"How did you know?" Murong Qingyuan asked, and after he finished speaking, Song Nanzhi also looked at Mo Ziwan.

"I dreamed." Mo Ziwan replied seriously.

Murong Qingyuan couldn't believe that what he heard was actually a dream, and Song Nanzhi looked incredible, "How can you take the dream seriously?"

Murong Qingyuan also said, "Why didn't you say earlier that you knew it in a dream?"

Mo Ziwan looked confident, "You didn't ask me earlier."

"Wanwan, the things in the dream are all fake, we can't believe it!" Song Nanzhi said.

Mo Ziwan was puzzled, "It's not fake, it's true, the vegetable cakes were also what I ate in my dream."

"Didn't you say that the vegetable cakes were what you saw in the book?" Song Nanzhi said.

"I saw a lot of things in my dreams, and I saw it with minced meat. When the meat pie is ready, will we make other things to eat?" Mo Ziwan looked at Song Nanzhi.

Song Nanzhi wanted to explain to Mo Ziwan that the dream was fake, but before he could say that Murong Qingyuan said, "If you can't do it well this time, it means that you can't believe in all your dreams, and you can't do whatever you dream in the future.

."

Mo Ziwan looked at Murong Qingyuan and blinked, as if thinking about whether Murong Qingyuan's words were credible. Song Nanzhi was also afraid that she would come to the kitchen to cook food in the future, so she followed her this time and followed Murong.

Qingyuan said: "You brother Qingyuan is right. Let's try this time again. If you can't do it well this time, you can't just make a fuss about what you dream about in the future."

Anyway, I didn't expect to do anything else yet, Mo Ziwan pretended to be obedient and replied, "Yes!" But this time I still have to guarantee it, "I'll do what I said this time."

Murong Qingyuan looked at Song Nanzhi, "Grandma, we have done this anyway, so as Wanwan said so that she can know that the dream is different from reality."

Song Nanzhi was following Mo Ziwan in everything. Now Murong Qingyuan advised him again and nodded, "Okay, my meat is almost chopped up anyway."

Murong Qingyuan continued, "Then I will continue to cut, we will grind it after cutting." After that, he cut two more pieces with a kitchen knife and said to Mo Ziwan, "It's very noisy, go to the front room to see you.

Big cousin and the others, please see if they are writing seriously." Murong Qingyuan said.

When Mo Ziwan thought that it was fine, she responded: "Okay, I'll go and watch my elder brother write."

Mo Li said, "I boil water and cook rice."

Murong Qingyuan had never done anything on the stove. Even though he was studying seriously and carefully, he only cut a few of them after Song Nanzhi played with minced meat. Song Nanzhi shook and chopped it with a bit sour wrist, "Go ahead."

Let's take a break, I'll cut."

Murong Qingyuan didn't plan to waste more time and said, "Okay, I'll push the mill." To grind the red potato into slag, you must use a stone mill. Push the mill is easier.
Chapter completed!