Chapter 210: Lying Dumplings and

Can pork cracklings not be fragrant?

Seventh Cousin slowly scooped out all the oil from the pot, then drained and scooped out the charred, fragrant pork cracklings.

Thinking of his silly apprentice, he specifically left two plates: "Song Qiao Song Qiao, do you want to eat sweet or salty ones?"

Song Qiao Song Qiao's hand rolling the wrapper paused, then he asked suspiciously: "Can't I eat both?"

Once this was said, Aunt Lianhua couldn't help but laugh, and Seventh Cousin said bitterly: "Your little head, besides eating and playing, you really have no ambition."

However, as he said this, he obediently sprinkled white sugar and salt grains on the two plates of pork cracklings respectively.

Song Tan had already couldn't help but pinch a piece; it was charred, crispy, and fragrant upon entering her mouth, with a bit of oily, chewy texture. As she chewed, the faint salt grains melted, and she felt satisfied from body to soul.

Although this pork was still not top-grade, for her, she could already taste the fragrance in it.

Pork cracklings must be eaten while hot. Song Qiao Song Qiao had already washed his hands and hurriedly crowded over.

Just as they were eating, Zhang Zhang Yanping, who had been sleeping, suddenly came out of the room in a daze, holding onto the door frame:

"So fragrant, what are you eating?"

So, not long after, Xin Jun, who had decided to control himself at night because he had gained several pounds, also followed him out.

Although it was very inappropriate to gain weight before getting married, just tasting a little bit shouldn't be too much, right?

The two plates of pork cracklings hit the bottom, and seeing them still eyeing the ones on the cutting board, Seventh Cousin hurriedly chased them away:

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"Go, go, go! Don't delay my dumpling wrapping."

Then he raised two thick-backed iron knives and *clack clack clack clack* began to chop.

The pork cracklings were soon chopped into fine bits. Zhang Zhang Yanping wanted to please the chef and pondered:

"My knife doesn't look light at all! Seventh Cousin, is your arm sore? I'll have Tan Tan get you a blender later."

Seventh Cousin glanced at him: "Machines are for lazy people; they can't blend this kind of chewy meat bits at all, don't cause trouble."

"If you really can't sleep and are idle, go wash your hands and wrap dumplings."

Zhang Zhang Yanping:...

He honestly went to wash his hands.

On the side, he didn't forget to flatter him again: "Seventh Cousin, with this fragrance, even an immortal wouldn't be able to sleep."

The pork cracklings and the squeezed-dry cabbage bits, mixed with light soy sauce and freshly fried Sichuan peppercorn oil, even before adding salt, that fresh, crispy, and peppery fragrance rushed towards them.

Song Qiao Song Qiao held a small rolling pin, rolled out a wrapper in two or three strokes, and a large pile had already accumulated beside him.

Until everyone sat down in a circle, Seventh Cousin then evenly sprinkled salt into the basin. While mixing, he didn't forget to teach Song Qiao Song Qiao:

"Remember, if the cabbage isn't that tasty, you can add a little MSG to enhance the freshness. Also, the salt, you must never add it too early, otherwise, it will pickle the cabbage water out, and the dumplings will taste watery and won't have that chewiness."

Song Qiao Song Qiao's movements didn't stop, "hmm" and "ah," obviously having listened.

Zhang Zhang Yanping had already woken up; he reached out and took a dumpling wrapper, carefully added a scoop of filling, then pinched it shut and placed it on the empty cutting board beside him, and the dumpling lay flat.

When Aunt Lianhua saw this, she couldn't help but laugh: "I see Zhang Yanping is tall and big, but I didn't expect that after he gets married, he won't be the master of the house."

Zhang Zhang Yanping was stunned: "How is that possible?"

He said proudly: "I am a person who loves to make decisions; even after I get married, I must be the master!"

Xin Jun glanced at him, remembering what his mother had muttered, and carefully pinched a dumpling, placing it cautiously next to Zhang Zhang Yanping's dumpling.

However, the plump body of the carefully placed dumpling struggled for only a moment before slowly lying flat as well.

At this, everyone laughed: "Oh my, what's wrong with young men nowadays? None of them are masters of the house!"

"Look, these dumplings can't stand up; people who can't stand up at home have no temper."

Song Tan was curious: "Is this saying accurate?"

"Very accurate!" Aunt Lianhua believed in this deeply: "If you don't believe it, Tan Tan, you pinch one and try."

Seventh Cousin also nodded: "Old sayings all have a basis."

Song Tan wrapped a dumpling in three or two strokes; even though her technique wasn't great and she put a little less filling, when she used her thumb to slightly push the dumpling's belly and placed it on the cutting board, the dumpling was steady and immovable.

It formed a sharp contrast with the two flat-lying dumpling mounds beside it.

Song Tan: Very good, she now unilaterally declares this saying to be true. Isn't Fairy Tan the one who is going to be the master of the house?

Xin Jun had already vaguely accepted his fate, but Zhang Zhang Yanping was unconvinced: "No! That dumpling just now must be because I didn't put the filling in right; I'll wrap another one for you to see."

"... No, is this trick that you can't put too much filling? Look at Tan Tan's just now, how little she put!"

"... Why is it still not working? Is there a trick when you bend the thumb belly?"

After struggling all night, with a piece of unevenly lying dumplings on the cutting board, Seventh Cousin finally couldn't stand it: "Alright, alright, accept your fate, 'Ba Er Duo'!"

Zhang Zhang Yanping was extremely frustrated.

But soon, he became confident again: "These are all fake, just a rural saying. Later, I'll find a girl with a very good temper, the kind who doesn't even dare to speak loudly, and I'll see how she can be the master of my house!"

"If it doesn't work, go sleep again, single dog." Song Tan arranged the dumplings and looked at him coldly.

"Woof woof woof!"

The three treasures on the ground heard the word "dog" and also excitedly wagged their tails and barked.

Zhang Zhang Yanping:... I think they are mocking me, but I have no evidence.

Being single dogs together, why be so impatient with each other? Not to mention Tan Tan doesn't have a partner either!

But he naturally didn't dare to say this, and could only stiffly change the subject:

"By the way, Tan Tan, those fishing people can't catch anything every day, are you considering giving them some bait or something?"

"They can't catch anything but are still tireless, don't you consider why?"

Zhang Zhang Yanping didn't make a sound.

Why? For this mouthful of food! He now has a lot of share from Seventh Cousin's food expenses every day.

"But they can't catch anything, I'm worried that the remaining newcomers won't be willing to come."

That's true; those who have been here know the things here are good. But those who haven't been here will always hesitate.

Song Tan thought for a moment, simply put down the dumplings, and walked outside for a circle. After a while, she came back and told Zhang Zhang Yanping:

"Under a few bricks by the flower bed outside our gate, dig up a few small red earthworms the day after tomorrow and send them over. Don't give too many, just one small one per person."

She had just given the earthworms underneath a bit of spiritual energy; if used for fishing, it should at least allow them to have a bumper harvest.

If you want to harvest leeks, you must raise the leeks well! ===== CHAPTER 211 =====