MTL - Song Tan Jishi-Chapter 409 best rice in the world
Chapter 409 409. The best rice in the world
What does delicious rice look like?
Lao Song’s family originally planted southern indica rice, which has a hard taste. In addition, the selection of varieties is average, so the taste is really bad, which is at the same level as the rice that costs one or two yuan a catty in the supermarket.
But this year Song Tan came to plant rice. Considering that his family is getting older, he chose japonica rice that is often found in the north.
Japonica rice is shorter and fatter, with a soft, delicate and sweet taste. Except that the egg fried rice is not as good as indica rice, the others are pretty good.
The most important thing is that in order to plant two crops of rice this year, their family has bred and transplanted rice earlier than normal.
Japonica rice will be more cold-resistant, and the amylopectin structure will appear sweeter under large temperature differences...
In short, adapt to local conditions.
Because of this, Song Sancheng muttered for a long time, and the central idea was—
Over the years, he is used to eating hard rice, and he doesn't like the soft and sticky rice.
What's more, based on their farming experience decades ago, the harder the rice, the hungrier it will be.
It was Song Tan who convinced him:
"Dad, twenty years ago when you harvested rice, you had to pick bundles home. Now there are machines, and we have hired people for the work we can't finish... Qiao Qiao is so big, you can't imagine Didn't we fight like that when we were kids?"
"Eat something soft, and the burden on the stomach is small."
No, in the burning pot and stove, it is this kind of rice flower that is tumbling.
The fragrance of rice permeated the whole yard, making everyone a little restless.
Rao was Song Tan who just chopped up a few watermelons to satisfy everyone's hunger, but someone still stood at the door involuntarily, his nose twitching, like a very hungry puppy.
After smelling it, the female student returned to the living room emotionally, and then sighed:
"How else can I say that my labor is the best? It's probably because I worked really hard today. I smell so sweet tonight's meal?"
"Just this rice, I can make three bowls of it just because of the aroma!"
In normal times, this is naturally an exaggerated joke. But everyone remembered how their stomachs were rolling after eating at noon, and they all became curious again:
"How sweet is it?"
The female classmate waved her hand: "The little smell in the living room is not as good as one-tenth of the smell outside."
"I'm going to smell it too!"
"I'm going too! I don't have much work today, I'm fishing, I have to see if the filter disappears..."
Two classmates ran out.
Everyone waited for a while, but found that no one came back. Turn around again—
"Good guy, Chen Zhou, you actually ate in the kitchen!"
"I didn't steal it!"
The old classmate is also a bachelor, and he directly blocked the kitchen door: "It's just that the smell is too fragrant, can I stand over and smell a few more?"
After saying this, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and then rushed to the door.
Then he paused again.
They look at me and you: "Why do I think... the sweetness of this rice doesn't seem to be due to the filter added by our own labor?"
It's really fragrant.
The sweetness of the rice is hard to describe in words. It is a smell that makes people feel that from the heart to the stomach, it feels like ironing...
Drool...Drool is about to come out! Everyone struggled to maintain their sanity.
In fact, the most starch in rice is starch, which is not high in nutrients. If you eat too much carbohydrates, you will get fat.
But…
"If you don't eat carbs, you will be stupid, and I really love rice!"
"Me too!"
"Oh, let's lose weight tomorrow, I exercised today—"
After saying this, someone rushed to the kitchen door.
Just right, the rice in the cauldron was boiling, and Seventh Cousin was holding a ladle, scooping out the rice soup in a familiar way.
The simple stainless steel basin is full of milky white rice soup. If everyone is not reserved and does not step into the kitchen door, the saliva will drip into the basin.
Seventh Cousin is planning to make a soup out of this rice soup!
At this moment, he also took a deep breath: "Tan Tan has a way of growing things! Look at this rice, it is not the same thing as what we used to eat."
He proudly raised his beard to Seventh Grandma: "How is it? Go back to my hometown and live a happy life? If it weren't for my craftsmanship, where would I eat such good food!"
People who eat are light and healthy, and they are happy every day, and they would not change it for a god.
Grandma Seven also swallowed.
But she was old, and her thoughts were a bit burdened. She glanced at the black people standing at the door, but she didn't say anything about drinking a bowl of rice soup first.
It wasn't until Seventh Cousin filled the rice soup almost and covered the pot again that the tangy aroma diminished a little.
Just a little, not much.
Looking at the people standing at the door again, he simply waved a big spoon: "Come on, go and get a bowl, I'll serve you a bowl of rice soup to warm your stomach first."
It's a hot day, sweating profusely, no one thinks there is a problem with warming the stomach. At this moment, I just hurriedly turned around and shouted loudly: "Song Tan, where are your bowls and chopsticks?"
Song Tan came over to take a look—although she was also a little greedy, the old classmates were very easy to pass.
It’s just rice soup, drink whatever you want.
"I'll get it, it's in the dining room cabinet—"
Before she lifted her foot, some classmates rushed in impatiently, and came out holding a whole pack of disposable bowls after a while.
So, everyone in the family filled a bowl full.
The milky white rice soup is slightly rippling in the brown paper bowl, and everyone is not too hot, and even reluctant to move back to the living room, lest the rice soup will spill a little during the journey...
Instead, he stood in the courtyard under the light blue night, blowing heavily.
Aunt Lianhua knew about Xin Jun. Seeing that some young men couldn’t come out of the house all day, she took an enamel tray with Double Happiness on it, and brought three full bowls of soup to it.
In the kitchen, the caring Seventh Cousin has already used several large bowls to set aside a part.
Just here, the big pot of soup has already been "sizzled" by the students while blowing on the hot air.
Song Tan was a little dumbfounded—
Conscience of heaven and earth, this is really not the process she arranged! After all, Fairy Tan thought that although she was picky, she didn't count on it.
"I just finished eating watermelon and came to drink rice soup again. My stomach is full of water. Are you still eating tonight?"
"Must eat!"
"Exactly! The rice I threshed with my own hands, I have to eat whatever I want!"
"Not to mention, I can eat three bowls of this rice!" "I want to eat crispy rice."
"I want to eat, too…"
Okay, the soup has just been eaten, and everyone is getting hungry again after chatting.
Rao Song Tan was also a little speechless.
I had no choice but to rush them into the living room: "Don't stay here, go and rest for a while, aren't you tired from this day?"
It wasn't until everyone entered the room that she walked slowly into the kitchen, and then took sips from her own bowl.
how to say?
It's strange to be moved.
It's been half a year since I came back, so today I can enjoy a bowl of rice.
Seventh Cousin is still pondering: "Next year, we will grow some more rice, glutinous rice, and indica rice. The taste of good indica rice is not bad, but the taste is different. It will definitely be especially delicious to make fried rice with eggs."
Today, I read "I succeeded in the Tsinghua University postgraduate entrance examination after the whole network was hacked". It is a cool article in the fast-paced entertainment industry with the fun and heroine... It feels like a green river, not bad hahaha.
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besides. And the addition will be very late, you can watch it tomorrow morning.
Starting to work out tomorrow! Everyone wish me to persevere!
(end of this chapter)
