Chapter 317: Cold-Mixed Watermelon Skin

This time, without the melon skin, everyone ate even more heartily. A full basin, and in no time at all, it was eaten clean with a "crunch crunch" sound.

Seventh Great-Uncle originally wanted to advise them to take it easy, but before the words could leave his mouth, he saw the basin was empty, and in the end, he could only turn in another direction—

"You guys can really eat."

The big eaters were still unsatisfied, and while hiccuping, they held their bellies, waiting for the cold-mixed watermelon skin at noon with all their hearts.

Seventh Great-Uncle saw this and could only sigh helplessly:

"How about we don't prepare rice at noon? Let's cook porridge. I think you guys don't have much room to eat anything anyway, cook this porridge now, and when you wake up from a nap, it will be just right to cool down, and it will be good to pair with cold-mixed watermelon skin."

On such a hot day, it wasn't easy to have an appetite, and it wasn't easy for those standing by the stove to cook.

Good idea!

As soon as this suggestion came out, everyone agreed.

It was too hot at noon now, and no one was working, so it was normal to sleep until 3:00 in the afternoon.

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However, porridge could be eaten after waking up from a nap, but cold-mixed watermelon skin had to be tasted now.

Seventh Great-Uncle was almost amused to anger upon hearing this.

He simply put the melon skin in the basin, and then handed out two scrapers: "Since you want to eat, scrape off the green skin on the outside."

With food as bait, Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun, the two strong young men, were incredibly active.

And on this side, Seventh Great-Uncle took Qiao Qiao, one holding a kitchen knife and the other pressing the melon skin, letting it stick to the green skin, and cutting it down slowly and steadily.

Soon, a complete emerald green melon skin was separated. It was thin, and even pigs would think it was miserable to eat.

However... this technique was practiced quite well.

Seventh Great-Uncle praised, and then instructed: "You and them slowly get the melon skin clean."

"I'll prepare some ingredients first."

Cold-mixed melon skin was the simplest dish, he casually touched two red pointed peppers from the vegetable basket, then smashed some garlic, cut some ginger, scallions, etc., and everything was ready.

The melon skins were also almost cleaned up.

Seventh Great-Uncle simply stacked the thin melon skins together, and then the kitchen knife didn't stop—

Especially Duo Duo Especially Duo Duo!

Soon, the red and white melon skins with a slight green tint were cut into even, long, thin strips, and then sprinkled with a handful of salt in the basin to pickle.

And at this time, on the other stove, the rice in the pot had just started to bloom.

On such a hot day, standing in front of the stove wasn't easy, Qiao Qiao's fair face had drops of sweat, and now he stirred the porridge in the pot with a big spoon, and looked down at the fire:

"Great-Uncle, no need to manage the fire in the stove."

Once the fire went out, the porridge was cooked. Cover it with a lid to prevent dust from falling, and when everyone woke up from a nap, it would be just right.

And after the melon skin was pickled for half an hour, the moisture inside was squeezed out.

This time, without Seventh Great-Uncle's instruction, Qiao Qiao, who was already proficient in several kinds of cold-mixed dishes, skillfully fished it out and wrung it dry.

Seventh Great-Uncle then took the opportunity to teach him to pour in salt, cooking wine, light soy sauce, chilies, etc.

Just mix it simply with chopsticks—

"Pa!"

The basin was placed on the table: "Taste it."

Bright red pointed peppers, pink watermelon pulp, accompanied by slightly cyan white melon skin—this was truly the most beautiful color of summer.

Just mixing it simply like this, it immediately showed its extreme deliciousness.

Everyone couldn't wait to stretch out their chopsticks—

"Mmm!"

It was hard to say what this taste was.

The moment it entered the mouth, the salty fragrance of salt and sauce spread in the mouth, followed by the pink melon pulp being bitten open, and the sweet juice mixed in the mouth.

Sweet and salty intertwined, but it didn't make people feel strange at all; instead, the layers were distinct.

By the time the lingering sweetness hadn't dissipated, the freshness and crispness of the white melon skin burst forth between the lips and teeth. The more you chewed, the fresher it became, and after swallowing a mouthful, the spiciness wrapped in the red pointed pepper slowly burned in the mouth...

Don't look at it as just such a simple dish, but when everyone ate it, they felt incredibly satisfying and refreshing.

What else was there to say?

What kind of porridge to pair with? This kind of cold dish should be eaten plain!

Before long, everyone stared at the empty basin and looked at Seventh Great-Uncle innocently.

"I mean... Great-Uncle, when we wake up from a nap, what will we pair with the porridge?"

Seventh Great-Uncle was almost amused to anger: "Pair it with you guys, the big eaters!"

However, while scolding, there was a hint of pride in his heart: Look! This family really couldn't do without him.

So he turned and instructed reservedly:

"Go pick a few more cucumbers from the vegetable garden and put them in the refrigerator later, let's eat cold-mixed cucumbers after waking up from a nap."

Thinking of the fresh taste of cucumbers in the vegetable garden, which wasn't enough even if you gnawed 10 a day, everyone instantly drooled!

Hey! There were too many delicious things, why was the stomach still just this one!

If it weren't for the fact that their stomachs were truly round and couldn't hold anything, they would have started eating again.

And while everyone was drooling collectively, Song Tan's expression was serious and deep.

Zhang Yanping couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong with you?"

Only to hear her let out a long sigh: "If I had tasted this cold-mixed melon skin earlier, this watermelon shouldn't have been sold for only

Everyone:... Could you please act like a human being!

A single melon is easily three to five jin, worth a hundred yuan or so!

After waking from their nap, they ate a bowl of lukewarm porridge, plus some chilled cucumber salad, and everyone was indeed full of energy again, eager to get to work.

It was finally hard to wait until the sun wasn't so fierce, and Song Tan checked the time: "Let's go, up the mountain to pick watermelons!"

"Oh right, Qiaoqiao, you don't need to go yet. You go to the back mountain first and bring back a few more bundles of straw to line the back of our truck."

"Okay!" Qiaoqiao nodded solemnly; for the sake of Ultraman, he accepted this mission!

It was fortunate that it was only the end of May and not yet hot to that extreme; otherwise, even at four or five in the afternoon, the temperature could still soar to thirty-seven or thirty-eight degrees—what kind of melon picking would that be? Better to just lie flat and call it a day.

While picking melons, Zhang Yanping didn't forget to take out his phone to tally:

"There are about 150 orders from the mini-program. I calculated them based on five jin each, with refunds for overpayment and charges for underpayment. Our melons are expensive, no need to pick too many... I estimate picking about 200 today should be just about right."

"Fine."

These melons are well-ripened, and Song Tan doesn't intend to stack them up tightly, otherwise, she's afraid the bottom layer might burst. Counting between 230 and 250 should be enough.

After all, besides the ones for gifting, there are also the 20 melons for Zhu Jun!

Everyone worked together, and 200 melons were picked quite quickly. Zhang Wang was responsible for driving the small tricycle to show off his prowess—

Who told the pickup truck it couldn't go up the back mountain!

When the truck was driven over to move the melons, Song Tan specifically picked a few large ones to put in the back seat first.

After thinking about it, sending only one to her uncle's family didn't seem right; she, Song Tan, was not such an inconsiderate person!

So she picked three particularly small ones and set them aside separately.

This way, the relatives would all be treated equally!

However, whether they eat the melons or not, when building the house for Grandpa, her uncle must perform well.

Otherwise... she would be angry.