Huanxi Boy: Song Qian's crit attack at the beginning, I'm numb

"Su Cheng, don't think too much about it. It's not your fault. Didn't Wen Jie tell you that Lin Lei'er came here suddenly, and the house wasn't cleaned up. I convey, thank you..."

Song Qian's words could not be heard.

It was only then that Su Cheng realized that this was Tong Wenjie's private matter, and Song Qian would definitely not tell outsiders about it.

"Ok, I see……"

Can't ask anything, Su Cheng is about to hang up the phone,

next door,

Song Qian hesitated a little and asked:

"Su Cheng, are you home?"

"right……"

"That……"

Song Qian hesitated and bit her lip,

"Yingzi likes the dumplings you made last time. It's not good to trouble you. Can you teach me how to adjust the filling? I'll make it for Yingzi..."

The last few days,

Song Qian found that Qiao Yingzi ate very little,

Today's dinner is also, she is very worried, and it will not be a solution for a long time.

Thinking that the dumplings made by Su Cheng are delicious, I want to learn.

This is also the easiest, just learn to adjust the dumpling stuffing.

Chapter 51 Teaching Song Qian to Make Dumplings

"This is very simple, I will send you the proportion of ingredients later..."

This kind of help can brush up the progress.

Su Cheng was very happy. After talking about the ingredients, he added:

"If you want to have a good taste, the meat filling is best chopped with a knife;

"To have is to make face to face..."

Song Qian remembered that the last time Su Cheng chopped meat with a knife, the sound of bang bang bang bang was too loud, so she couldn't help but interrupt and ask:

"Su Cheng, is it okay to chop without a knife? The sound is too loud and the effect is not good;

"I have a cooking machine at home, can I use the cooking machine to make meat stuffing?"

"Can……"

Su Cheng reminded: "The cooking machine must be turned just right, not too delicate;

"Otherwise the taste is very noodle, not delicious..."

"To what extent?"

In the past, when making dumplings, I used a cooking machine to make meat fillings, and the taste was really bad.

Song Qian wanted to learn how to call, but felt that she couldn't speak clearly on the phone:

"Well, I'll take the cooking machine to your house, and you can help me see how far it will go;

"Didn't you say that you should pay attention to the face-to-face, and teach me the face-to-face by the way."

"it is good……"

I wanted to cook and take it to Xiaomeng.

Since Song Qian wants to learn how to make dumplings,

Su Cheng decided that the dinner would be dumplings.

Hang up the phone, not for a while.

There was a knock on the door,

Su Cheng went to open the door,

Song Qian took the cooking machine, flour and a piece of meat and put them in the kitchen.

Su Cheng looked at the piece of meat first, and introduced:

"The meat filling for dumplings is four to six ratios fatter and thinner. When chopped with a knife, the fat and lean meat can be well blended;

"Use a cooking machine, swish it quickly, the meat filling is ready, but the meat is very loose;

"It's best, use chopsticks to stir for a while, it can be better blended, and it will be stronger, and the taste will be better;

"There is also a choice of meat. It is best to buy that kind of local pork. There are many specialty stores and vegetable markets;

"Don't buy feed-fed ones, they go out to the market too quickly, the moisture in the pork is relatively heavy, it doesn't taste good..."

Song Qian was taking notes with her mobile phone. Hearing this, she quickly asked:

"Is this piece of meat not suitable?"

"It's not that it's not suitable. It tastes worse when it's made. I just happen to have..."

Su Cheng explained, took out a piece of meat from the refrigerator, and taught Song Qian to use a cooking machine to make meat stuffing.

"When beating, pay attention to beating many times, look at it more, until you rub it with your hands, the fine grains will be fine;

"It's okay if the particles are bigger, you must not beat them too much, it's like batter..."

Wait until the minced meat is ready,

Su Cheng found a smaller stainless steel basin and taught Song Qian to stir the minced meat.

"This is very simple. Stir clockwise with chopsticks. When the viscosity is obvious, it's almost done..."

Su Cheng held the stainless steel basin in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and demonstrated it while stirring. Song Qian came instead.

It seems simple,

Song Qian's chopsticks couldn't hold the minced meat, and she knocked on the stainless steel basin, which had no effect at all.

Su Cheng demonstrated a few more times,

Seeing that Song Qian still hasn't learned,

Worrying for her, I couldn't stand it anymore, held her right hand, taught her to stir, and reminded:

"Mr. Song, hold the chopsticks tightly. There is a slight slope. You must catch the minced meat. The speed should not be too fast. The faster the chopsticks, the harder it will be to catch..."

The stainless steel basin is held by Song Qian in the other hand.

Stirring like this is a bit useless.

Su Cheng hesitated a little, turned sideways, took advantage of his height, raised his hand to reach Song Qian's arm, and pinched the stainless steel basin,

In this way, it seemed that Song Qian was hugged from behind.

Su Cheng also knew that this appearance was a bit ambiguous, but in order to teach Song Qian as soon as possible, he could only do so, and he also tried to keep a distance as much as possible, and the two had no contact at all.

But what Su Cheng didn't expect was that when she was stirring with Song Qian's hand, her figure also gained strength due to the effect of inertia.

Right now,

Song Qian's heart trembled, she subconsciously clenched her lips.

Su Cheng taught it many times, but he still couldn't learn it.

Anxious and embarrassed, just want to concentrate on studying,

When Su Cheng shook hands and taught, he didn't feel anything.

Su Chenghuan came over, although he felt a little uncomfortable and a little uncomfortable, but he didn't have any contact, so he didn't care.

Gradually, the distance disappeared.

Gradually, there is a distance.

Song Qian didn't care if she wanted to notice or not.

"Su Cheng, I, my arm is a little sore, first, let's rest for a while..."

Song Qian was breathing harshly, her voice trembling,

At this moment, she was so nervous that she felt weak all over, like a cold or a fever, and she was so serious that she couldn't breathe.

"..."

Su Cheng hesitated, hesitated, and couldn't restrain his restlessness.

Opening the door, I went to see Song Qian again, and my imagination was running wild.

It's hard not to think about the familiar charm and the inadvertently flowing style.

But today when I was tutoring Huang Zhitao, I felt something in my heart, felt something in my heart,

I don't want to be scum anymore,

I also feel that in life, if there is Huang Zhitao and Xiaomeng, it is enough to have one more Wang Yidi.

In Zha, I'm really sorry for their expectations.

So, Song Qian came to learn how to make dumplings without any idea.

Also very serious, teaching her,

Just looking at the blush covering Song Qian's fair neck,

See the progress jumping frame by frame,

These thoughts are fading,

Su Cheng only had one thought, his blood was boiling and burning, and he wanted to extinguish it.

"Ms. Song, where is your arm sore, let me press it for you..."

"no need……"

Song Qian subconsciously wanted to refuse, but an indescribable sense of comfort came from her arm, which made her forget what she wanted to say.