I don’t know if it was too dark or why, but Mr. Chen scooped the wrong dish. The dishes that night were so astringent that people couldn’t even open their mouths, so they could only pour them all.

However, since last year, the rapeseed oil produced by newly purchased machines has not been the case. First, stir-fry the rapeseed, then press it, so that the rapeseed oil can be eaten directly, and there is no need to astringent mouth.

"I'll do it, you go fry the croquettes." After Mr. Chen cleaned his hands, he took the balls from Grandma Chen's hand, asked her to wash her hands, and fry the croquettes on the stovetop.

Because the stream is still small, it is not a little taller than the stove. After all, it is half a pot of oil, so I don’t worry about her going there. In winter, it’s thick, and hot oil splashes on her body, and it’s nothing, it’s covered by clothes. If it accidentally splashes on her face, it’s amazing, after all, she’s a girl.

Chen Yubin couldn't grasp the size of the fire, so he asked Xiaoxi to cook the pot and Chen Yubin continued to make red potato meatballs.

He can fry croquettes himself, but the pumpkin cakes made by Grandma Chen are slower than him, and for fried things, Grandma Chen is very good at frying things. She has to fry a lot of things every year.

So, let Grandma Chen go to fry the croquettes and make pumpkin pies by herself. This arrangement brings together everyone's strengths and saves time.

It’s not that I have to wait until the oil in the pot is boiled before frying it. Grandma Chen reached out and looked at the oil surface. When the oil temperature was getting hot, she brought the meatballs on the dining table.

Put the meatballs one by one into the oil pan with your hands and slowly sink to the bottom of the pan.

Because the meatballs that have just been made have not been fried and are a little sticky, they can be separated by hand. Moreover, if you use chopsticks to pick them up or use other tools, the meatballs you make will not be round, and the winner will be damaged and the appearance will be bad.

Don’t put too much at once, just spread the bottom of the pot like cooking fish balls. Stir with a colander from time to time to avoid sticking to the pot.

Seeing that the meatballs were put into the pot, Xiaoxi stood up, took a feeling of iron basin, wiped clean the water, and found a basket of scoops, which also wiped clean the water. He put the basket on the basin and placed it on the stove.

After the round balls floated out of the oily surface, rolled them twice, scooped them with a colander, put them in a basket pile on the iron basin, and control the excess oil.

I saw meatballs, fried to make them brown-red, with even colors, without any burnt color. The fried red potato balls are as big as before frying, and are not as solid.

After a while, Xiaoxi picked up a few and gave one to Chen Yubin and Mr. Chen, so that they could all taste it. Another one was picked up and handed it to Grandma Chen, "Mother-in-law, you have worked hard to fry for so long, try it quickly, is it delicious or not?"

"Yeah ~ It's delicious, so delicious, I want it." Before Grandma Chen could take it to eat, she heard Chen Yubin speaking beside her.

"Hehe..." When he heard the good grandson say it was delicious, Grandma Chen was also honored. Although it was not her idea or she made it, at least it was fried.

"Wait a moment, you make meatballs first, wait until you finish, and then eat them so that you can eat enough. Anyway, there are so many, and you can't escape. There are still pumpkin cakes later, so don't worry." Xiaoxi saw that he was about to get up, so he quickly stopped him.

"Okay." Hearing that I could eat enough later, and there were pumpkin pies and red potato balls so delicious, is there any pumpkin pies? Is there anything wrong with it? So I sucked the saliva that was secreted from my mouth and seized the time to make the balls.

When Grandma Chen took over, Xiaoxi quickly picked up one and took a bite. The time was just right, the skin was crispy and crispy, as if you could hear the sound of cracking. The red potato mud inside was also fried and soaked, soft, very sweet, soft and delicious.

After a while, a basket of flakes was almost filled. Xiaoxi got up and brought half a basin of pumpkin pie from the chopping board. Grandma Chen took out the fried red potato balls from the pot and started to put the pumpkin pie.

Xiaoxi wiped a clean basket again, replaced it with a basket full of red potato balls, then walked to Chen Yubin, pinched one and stuffed it into his mouth, turned his back to Grandma Chen, and put the whole basket balls into the warehouse.

Seeing Xiaoxi come back empty-handed, Grandma Chen knew that it was the jade pendant that was stuffed to Binbin. Thinking of how sad he cried today, it was a bit hurting his vitality. If you want to eat, eat more. Anyway, there are so many, so I didn't take it seriously.

So much so that behind, Xiaoxi collected a few baskets of red potato balls and pumpkin cakes, without saying anything, and did not lift the eyelids, so she let Xiaoxi do the decision.

Fried pumpkin cakes are like fried red potato balls. When the oil surface is floating, pick them up one by one, control the excess oil in the basket, and put them in the warehouse while it is hot. When you want to eat it, it will still be hot. It will be hot with heat, which is a bit more delicious than the cooler or the one that goes back to the pot.

When I go back to the pot, the food will be cold when I return to the pot. Then put it in the pot and heat it again, which will affect the taste.

Because I had to control the heat, Xiaoxi sat in front of the stove and cooked the pot carefully, occasionally helping to clean a basket, bring a basin, etc.

Chen Yubin thought that he could eat enough red potato balls and pumpkin cakes later, so he worked hard and rubbed the red potato balls in his hand one after another.

Mr. Chen has always maintained the same degree, trying to make every pumpkin cake as big as possible and evenly thin.

Because making red potato meatballs is faster than pumpkin pie, Chen Yubin finished rubbing the meatballs early, sat next to the fire with a small bowl and ate delicious food while roasting the fire.

He said he had eaten enough, how could he let him eat it hard? After all, it was frying food. Eating too much would hurt his stomach. He only put one pumpkin cake and three red potato meatballs. One pumpkin cake was only half the size of a palm, and the red potato meatballs were only the size of an egg, so he could bear it by eating these.

"Binbin, keep some stomach, we still have dumplings but haven't fried them." Xiaoxi leaned against his ear and whispered.

Chen Yubin's eyes lit up seriously. Yes, my sister said today that she would make fried dumplings. She hadn't cooked yet, so she had to keep her stomach. She could only nod her head and make a vague "Yeah" sound in her mouth because her mouth was full of things.

Although Mr. Chen was fine in making things, he was not slow in his movements. After Chen Yubin finished a small bowl of fried food, he made a bowl of pumpkin paste into pumpkin cakes, and half a pot of bean paste was left.

Seeing that he went to wash his hands, Xiaoxi took a small bowl from the cupboard, smoked another pair of chopsticks, picked up one of the red potato balls and pumpkin cakes, and brought it to Mr. Chen who was sitting next to the fire.

Seeing that he was almost finished eating, Xiaoxi smiled and walked forward, "Hehe... Grandpa, I'm done."

Mr. Chen put the bowl on the dining table and looked at the stream with interest, wanting to see what tricks she was going to play.

"Grandpa, didn't you say you wanted to make fried dumplings? You'll make the noodles after a while." She sat on the chair next to her, lay on Mr. Chen's knees, and looked at him expectantly.

It turned out that he was still thinking about this. Seeing that the sky outside was completely dark, he pretended to be very frustrated and said, "Oh~ But it's too late. It's dark outside. It's time to cook the night dinner."

Night dinner means supper.

Xiaoxi hurriedly raised his arms and shook his head, "It's not too late, I fried dumplings, and each one took a bowl of noodles. Soon, Grandpa~" pushed Mr. Chen's arm and acted coquettishly.

"Haha... OK, okay, you'll be inferred by your arms. I'll go, I'll put my face in it now." Although he looked like he disliked Xiaoxi's spoiled behavior, only he knew that he enjoyed it very much.

After scooping a few scoops of glutinous rice noodles, seeing that there was not much in the bag, Mr. Chen simply poured out all of them, added water, and made glutinous rice dough. He put in a desperate effort to meet the dough. Then he asked Chen Yubin to help wrap the glutinous rice balls without filling, because the stream was going to look at the fire.

You don’t need to wrap the filling, just pull the dough and roll it into pieces, so the action is very fast. Because the dumplings are made of glutinous rice flour, unlike the red potato balls, mixed with red potato mud, and it is a bit dry, so it’s nothing to put together for a short time. But the dumplings are not good, they are all made of glutinous rice flour, and they have to stick to them if they are put together, so they were made on the chopping board.

Sprinkle a thin layer of glutinous rice flour on the chopping board and place the prepared dumplings on the glutinous rice flour, so you don’t have to worry about sticking.

After rubbing the dumplings for a while, Chen Yubin accidentally glanced at the half pot of bean paste placed in the corner of the chopping board. His eyes suddenly lit up. He pointed to the bean paste bowl and said, "Grandpa, let's pack some stuffed ones, wrap this red bean paste."

Mr. Chen had only eaten brown sugar-filled dumplings, so hesitated and said, "Is there any way to do this?"

Chen Yubin thought he was asking if he could put it in the pot and fry it, so he said indifferently: "Why can't you? The pumpkin cake is also filled with stuffing. It's fried in the pot. The same one is fine."

Mr. Chen rolled his eyes at him helplessly. Chen Yubin was confused. The monk was confused and wanted to pick his head. He raised his hands halfway before he remembered that he was wrapping dumplings, with glutinous rice flour on his hands.

Mr. Chen turned around and asked Xiaoxi, "Xiaoxi, you said that this red bean paste can be wrapped in dumplings, right?"

Xiaoxi, who was cooking the pot, looked up at him in surprise, not understanding why he asked like this.

"It's your brother. When I saw the remaining half of the basin of red beans, I wanted to ask if I could wrap it in the dumplings?" Mr. Chen continued to explain.

Xiaoxi was surprised. This was a blind cat who encountered a dead mouse. "Okay, of course. Grandpa, the dumplings are not only the brown sugar stuffing we eat, but also peanut stuffing, sesame stuffing, purple potato stuffing, chestnut stuffing, and red date stuffing."

Grandma Chen only knew the type of brown sugar dumplings. When she heard Xiaoxi counting the fillings of dumplings by her fingers, her hand stirring the colander could not help but slow down and listened with her ears.

Xiaoxi continued: "Outside, the dumplings are not only sweet, but also leisure."

Grandma Chen slammed the colander's hand and looked up and asked in surprise: "Salty?"

For her, it was already surprising that there were peanut dumplings and sesame dumplings. I didn’t expect that the dumplings would be divided into salty and sweet. It’s really a world of wonders, and it’s so strange!
Chapter completed!