MTL - It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s]-Chapter 18 bunny

Jiang Shuangling wiped off the water droplets on her face. When she looked in the mirror, her eyes were still red, but there was no sting. She didn't care much. Good marinade.

At the same time as the meat was cured, she began to knead the dough, and planned to make buns at night.

Poured a pound and a half of flour, one pound of which was intended to be made into steamed buns, and the other half of it was used to make milk steamed buns.

The two kinds of flour were in different bowls. She poured the milk powder Qi Heng had bought into half a catty of flour, and a strong milk aroma wafted out immediately.

Mixed the dough and kneaded it into a ball, she put it aside to deal with the marinated meat filling, diced carrots and chives, and poured some lard into it.

Mixing the meat filling, she picked up the largest dough, cut it into small pieces, and began to dip it in water to make buns.

Kneaded into a circle of beautiful folds, they are like a flower that has been scattered, and it is like a bulging blessing bag.

A little crab-yellow juice leaked from the screwed mouth of the lucky bag.

The snow-white buns are embellished with a little yellow, beautiful and not monotonous.

Jiang Shuangling soon made about 20 small and delicate thin-skinned buns. Jiang Che and Qi Yue were also itchy because of the constant smell from the kitchen. .

"Sister, when will I be able to eat it?" Jiang Che watched eagerly.

Although Qi Yue didn't say anything, he also watched from the side.

"Are you hungry? I'll have to wait a while longer. Sister, I'll be finished in no time."

Qi Yue raised his hand and poked the puffy bun's fat belly, the painted tiger bluffing on his cheeks had not faded, "I want to be a bun."

"Sister, I want to..."

Jiang Che hugged her sister's thigh like a little follower, and the little white rabbit on the other half of her cheek was looming. Jiang Shuangling lowered her head and glanced at the little white rabbit on her face, and she couldn't help laughing. .

She wiped her hands, "Well, my sister will teach you how to make bunnies."

"Go wash your hands first, and then make buns together."

Qi Yue and Jiang Che obediently washed their hands.

Jiang Shuangling took the other small ball of dough with milk powder and cut it into rectangular pieces. Go to the room and turn out a small jar of sweet-scented osmanthus honey candy that you once made.

The beige osmanthus flowers in the bowl are soaked in the honey-colored sugar juice.

She poured a small half spoon of sweet-scented osmanthus candy on the dough, and added a little dough to the front.

In front of the two children, Jiang Shuangling first pinched out a small amount of short rabbit tails, then took a knife and cut out two rabbit ears at the top of the dough, and finally used her fingers to gently The press repair shape, click on the red bean rabbit eyes.

This is a little white rabbit steamed bun with a hidden secret.

"Your eyes are like rabbits." Qi Yue picked up the dough and glanced at Jiang Shuangling.

"Red and swollen."

Jiang Shuangling: "..." You little broken child.

"Have you learned it? Follow along."

"Make the body of the little white rabbit first, and I will help you get the ears."

Jiang Che nodded obediently, picked up a small white dough, and worked hard to knead it into a small white rabbit.

Qi Yue added a spoonful of sweet sweet-scented osmanthus sugar to the dough. This little guy is very greedy. He wants to put a lot of sugar. Who knows that there is too much sugar. The dough that Jiang Shuangling cut is too small They couldn't close together at all, and the honey-colored syrup overflowed from the dough.

Sweet osmanthus syrup on his palm.

Jiang Che, who was honestly kneading his own little dough, has already begun to pinch his tail. He raised his head and glanced at Qi Yue's progress. Without saying a word, he silently kneaded his rabbit's tail.

Qi Yue noticed his gaze, he stared at the little white rabbit on the other's cheek, and suddenly became a little embarrassed, he touched three small doughs and added them to his original little rabbit body .

—He's going to be an extra-large rabbit.

After thinking about it, Qi Yue added a spoonful of sweet-scented osmanthus in it.

While the two children were carefully kneading the dough, Jiang Shuangling's skillful hands immediately finished making a row of little white rabbits with round butts and short tails.

She thought that the child was hungry too, so she took seven or eight meat stuffed buns and this row of little white rabbits and steamed them.

When the steamed buns were cooked, Jiang Shuangling also finished all the steamed buns.

Jiang Che and Qi Yue gave her the little white rabbit they made for her ear.

Jiang Shuangling repaired their crooked bunny.

Jiang Che's little rabbit was repaired, and it was barely able to see, and Qi Yue's little rabbit was actually done well, but it was three times the size of the original rabbit.

—It's almost a big bun.

"Qiyue, your bag—you 'little' rabbit, are you going to eat it by yourself, or for your father?"

Qi Yue tilted his head and thought for a while, his eyes caught a glimpse of the row of cute little rabbits, and said neatly: "Give it to Dad!"

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

She looked down at the super fat rabbit in her palm, and couldn't tell whether the little guy in front of her was witty or filial.

"Okay, then leave it to your father to eat, we will steam it at the end."

—This is the grand finale.

"Okay, the steamed steamed buns just now, you two little guys are hungry too, come and eat the buns."

Jiang Shuangling packed a plate of steamed buns and rabbit buns and led the two little guys out of the kitchen.

Sit down at the square table for dinner.

The snow-white buns in the plate were steaming with white heat, the crab-yellow juice had solidified on the top of the buns, and a row of little rabbits on the side gave off the tempting aroma of milk.

"Be careful of the heat."

The two little guys happily put an exquisite little bun into their own bowls.

The belt went into the lips.

The first thing I tasted is the oily juice with the aroma of meat, not greasy, with a little sweet aroma of carrots.

In, not dry or tired, just right.

of oily shine.

No one cares about how delicious the steamed buns are, so they bite the steamed buns one by one, making the elastic meat filling taste salty and attractive in their mouths of sweetness.

Jiang Shuangling ate one, but the two children were so mad that they ate two in one go.

She also cooked a small pot of chopped green onion and **** soup over there, and brought it out for the two little guys to finish the steamed buns and drink some soup.

The scent of onion floats in the air, and the room is filled with all kinds of tempting aromas.

Jiang Shuangling took a sip of the light and salty soup, which had a slight **** flavor, and the chopped green onion sizzled when chewing.

She picked up a snow-white bunny and asked, "Would you like to taste the milk-flavored bunny?"

Jiang Che nodded hurriedly, and ate two small buns filled with meat, which were full of oil and water, and no longer felt hungry, then looked at the red-eyed bunny and stretched out his hand happily catch.

, just lowered his head and sniffed the milky fragrance on the skin.

Jiang Shuangling also gave Qi Yue one, but Qi Yue had no psychological pressure and bit off the head of the white rabbit in one bite, leaving only a little ear mark.

Small osmanthus flowers glow in the honey-colored sugar juice.

“Delicious?”

"It's okay." Qi Yue said it was okay, but he swallowed a little white rabbit in two mouthfuls, and couldn't help licking the sweet-scented osmanthus in his palm.

Sweet.

Jiang Shuangling also tasted a "Little White Rabbit" herself. The taste is very good, but it is a little sweet.

Eating one tastes very good, but two may be too sweet.

Jiang Shuangling took another sip of the soup, and suddenly remembered the bamboo basket that Sister Song lent her before, she would have to return it, thinking that there were five children in Sister Song’s family, and that row The little white rabbit is best for children.

In the pot that was steamed just now, there are not many buns left, only a few little rabbits are left, Jiang Shuangling counted them, took six sugar-steamed buns and two buns, wrapped them in oil paper Alright, put it in the bamboo basket, and walk out of the courtyard to Mrs. Song's house.

She has to go to Teacher Yao's house later. The other party said that the children have gone out, so they shouldn't be able to eat so many sugar buns. When the steamed buns in the next pot are cooked, they will be delivered fresh and hot.

When Jiang Shuangling delivered the steamed buns to Sister-in-law Song's house, her family was also preparing a big meal, and Sister-in-law Song was very pleasantly surprised when she received the steamed buns.

By the way, I gave Jiang Shuangling a bowl of Mapo Tofu.

Jiang Shuangling held the Mapo Tofu in her hand, stunned, "..."

The pungent aroma kept rising.

If someone who likes spicy food sees this bowl, be sure to move their index finger.

Sister Song smiled and said with great enthusiasm: "Take it back and eat it, this is my specialty."

Jiang Shuangling's hands trembled: "Okay, thank you Mrs. Song."

"Hey, girl, how can I see your eyes are a little red, they seem to be swollen, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, sister-in-law, I just rubbed my eyes when I touched the pepper."

"That's very uncomfortable, be careful in the future, don't rub your eyes when cutting peppers."

"Good."

Jiang Shuangling turned around with the mapo tofu in her hand, and only took a few steps, as if a spicy smell floated into her eyes, making her unable to resist rubbing with the back of her hand.

She turned her head and sneezed.

Sister Song came into the house with a bamboo basket, and a child curiously surrounded her. After finding something to eat, all five children surrounded her.

"Wow! Rabbit!"

"So sweet, there's sugar in the rabbit!"

Her man asked curiously, "Who came just now?"

"The one from Qiying's house..." Sister Song hesitated for a while, "I don't think it's right. She seems to have cried, and her face is a bit strange..."

"But he told me it was chili-smoked."

"I didn't ask much."

Sister Song often deals with chili peppers. Judging from her past experience, how can she swell up after being smoked by chili peppers, she must have cried...