Chapter 373

What does delicious rice look like?

The Song family originally planted indica rice, which is biased towards the south, and the taste is hard. Plus the selection of seeds was average, so the taste was really poor, at the same level as the rice that costs one or two yuan a jin in the supermarket.

But this year Song Tan came to plant rice, considering that the family is old, she chose japonica rice, which is common in the north.

Japonica rice is shorter and fatter, with a soft, delicate, and fragrant taste. Except for being worse than indica rice for egg fried rice, everything else is quite good.

Most importantly, this year, in order to plant two seasons of rice, their time for breeding and transplanting was earlier than normal.

And japonica rice is more cold-tolerant, and the branched-chain starch structure will also appear more fragrant and sweet under large temperature differences...

In short, adapt to local conditions.

For this, Song Sancheng also grumbled for a long time, the central idea was just one—

He has been used to hard rice for so many years, and doesn't like that soft and sticky one.

What's more, based on their farming experience decades ago, rice that is a bit hard will be more filling.

It was still Song Tan's words that convinced him:

"Dad, twenty years ago when you cut rice, you had to carry it home bundle by bundle. Now there are machines, and we have hired people for the work we can't finish... Qiaoqiao is so big, you don't want to work as hard as we did when we were young, right?"

"Eating something soft also puts less burden on the stomach."

Isn't that so, what is rolling in the burning stove now is such rice flowers.

The fragrance of rice permeated the whole courtyard, making everyone a little restless.

Even though Song Tan had just neatly chopped a few watermelons to satisfy everyone's cravings, some people still stood at the door involuntarily, their noses twitching, looking very much like hungry puppies.

After smelling it, the female classmate returned to the living room emotionally, and then sighed:

"Why else say that one's own labor results are the best? It's probably because I worked really hard today, why does the rice smell so fragrant and sweet tonight?"

"Just this rice, I can eat three big bowls just from this fragrance!"

Usually, this is naturally an exaggerated joke. But everyone remembered how full they were at noon, and became curious again:

"How fragrant and sweet?"

The female classmate waved her hand: "The little bit of smell in the living room can't compare to one-tenth of what I smelled outside."

"I'm going to smell it too!"

"Me too! I didn't work much today, I fished, I have to see if the filter disappeared..."

Two classmates ran out.

Everyone waited for a while and found that no one came back. Turning their heads again—

"Good fellow, Chen Zhou, you are actually stealing food in the kitchen!"

"I didn't steal food!"

The old classmate was also straightforward, blocking the kitchen door directly: "It's just that this taste is too fragrant, can't I stand over and smell a few more mouthfuls?"

Once this was said, everyone looked at each other, and then all rushed to the door.

Then they paused again.

They looked at each other: "Why do I feel... the fragrance and sweetness of this rice doesn't seem to be a filter added because it's our own labor results?"

It's really too fragrant.

The fragrance and sweetness of rice is hard to describe in words, it's a taste that makes you feel comfortable from your heart and liver to your stomach just by smelling it...

Saliva... saliva is coming out! Everyone struggled to maintain sanity.

Actually, rice has the most starch, the nutritional value is not high, and eating too much carbohydrates makes you fat.

But...

"Not eating carbohydrates will make you stupid, and I really love rice!"

"Me too!"

"Oh, let's lose weight tomorrow, I exercised today—"

Once this was said, others also rushed to the kitchen door.

Just right, the rice in the big pot bloomed, Grandpa Qi was holding a ladle, skillfully scooping out the rice soup.

In the simple stainless steel large basin, full of milky white rice soup, if everyone wasn't reserved and didn't cross the door of the kitchen, their saliva would have wanted to drip into the basin.

Grandpa Qi also planned to use this rice soup to make a soup!

At this moment, he also took a deep breath: "Tan Tan is really good at planting things! Look at this rice, it's not the same thing as what we ate before."

He proudly curled his beard at Grandma Qi: "How about it? Is life in the hometown enjoyable? If I didn't have skills, where would I eat such good things!"

Eating makes people feel light and healthy, happy every day, wouldn't trade it for a god.

Grandma Qi also swallowed her saliva.

But she was old, and her thinking had some baggage. She looked at the crowd standing at the door, and really couldn't say the words to drink a bowl of rice soup first.

Until Grandpa Qi scooped up the rice soup, covered the pot again, and that pungent fragrance reduced a little.

Just a little, not much.

Looking at the people standing at the door again, he simply waved his big spoon: "Come, go get the bowls, I'll give you a bowl of rice soup first to warm your stomach."

In this hot weather, sweating profusely, no one felt that warming the stomach was a problem. At this moment, they just hurriedly turned their heads and shouted loudly: "Song Tan, where are the bowls in your house?"

Song Tan came over to take a look—although she was also a bit greedy, the old classmates were all easy to deal with.

Just rice soup, drink it casually.

"I'll get them, they are in the cabinet in the dining room—"

She hadn't lifted her foot yet, and some classmates couldn't wait to rush in, and soon came out holding a whole pack of disposable bowls.

So, everyone in the family was given a full bowl.

The milky white rice soup swayed slightly in the brown paper bowl, everyone didn't dislike the heat, and didn't even want to move their steps back to the living room, for fear that this rice soup would splash a little on the way...

Instead, they stood in the courtyard reflecting the slightly blue night sky, blowing air with "huhu".

Aunt Lianhua knew Xin Jun, and seeing several big guys who couldn't come down from the house all day, she carried a red double-happiness enamel tray that didn't know which year it was used, and carried three full bowls up.

And in the kitchen, the thoughtful Grandpa Qi had already used several large bowls to set aside a portion separately.

Just like that, that large basin of soup made the classmates blow the hot air while "sihasinha" drinking it into their stomachs.

Making Song Tan a little dumbfounded—

Heaven and earth conscience, this is really not the process she arranged! After all, Fairy Tan considers herself stingy, but she hasn't calculated to this extent.

"Just finished eating watermelon and came to drink rice soup, the stomach is full of water. Are you still eating dinner tonight?"

"Must eat!"

"Exactly! I threshed the rice with my own hands, no matter what, I have to eat!"

"Not to mention anything else, I can eat three big bowls of this rice!" "I want to eat scorched rice."

"Me too..."

Good fellow, the soup just went into the stomach, and while chatting, everyone became greedy again.

Even Song Tan was a little speechless.

Had to hurry them into the living room: "Don't stay here, hurry up and rest for a while, aren't you tired after this day?"

Until everyone went into the house, she slowly swayed into the kitchen, and then held her bowl and drank it in small sips.

How to say it?

Quite moved.

Been back for half a year, and finally today I can eat a bowl of rice happily.

Grandpa Qi was still pondering: "Plant more rice next year, plant some glutinous rice, and plant some indica rice, good indica rice doesn't taste bad, the taste is just different—it will definitely be especially delicious to make egg fried rice later."