MTL - Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother-Chapter 30 potato starch
When Xiaoguo got home, she unloaded the potatoes first. The pain was so painful on the way, and Li Zhaodi wasted time on the way. Zhuangzhuang watched Xiaoguo rubbing her shoulders, and walked over to lie on Xiaoguo's shoulders and whimper, "Huhu, no. It hurts."
"Well, it really doesn't hurt anymore, it's actually quite comfortable. My eldest son is really my mother's little cotton trousers." Xiaoguo hugged Zhuangzhuang cherishly and leaned on his small shoulder, "Mother's little man."
Zhuangzhuang happily straightened his back to make his shoulders more reliable. Xiaoguo looked at Zhuangzhuang's movements with a funny look, and patted his cheek dotingly.
It was still early for lunch. Xiaoguo remembered that there was a grinding table at home, but she couldn't remember where she saw it. She rummaged around and found it in the corner of the kitchen.
When she pulled out the grinding plate, Xiaoguo thought about how to push it onto the table. Finally, she found a long wooden board, placed a large stone under it, and used the seesaw principle to put it on the table. If you press hard enough, the grinding disc rolls smoothly onto the table.
Prepare the grinding plate, and the next step is to peel the potatoes. This is a big project. Xiaoguo can only speed up the action. Zhuangzhuang wanted to help, but Xiaoguo was worried that he would peel his hands. He sat next to Xiaoguo and asked her curiously, "Mother, why do we need so many potatoes?"
"Mother made them into potato starch, and then made them into potato powder, plus our fish **** to make delicious potato powder, spicy mushroom soup, and then mother took them to the market to sell." Xiaoguo gave Zhuang Zhuang explained that her favorite food in the past was potato flour, especially the spicy potato flour mixed with knife and noodles. When adding fish **** and zizi, the taste was really yyds, and she almost drooled.
Zhuangzhuang swallowed while listening to her mother's description. Xiaoguo said to Zhuangzhuang, "I'll make one for you when I'm ready." Zhuangzhuang nodded vigorously and helped her to wash the potatoes.
Xiaoguo cut the washed potatoes into small pieces and put them in a grinding plate to crush them, then added water to rub and filter them, throw away the potato dregs, and put the remaining starch water aside to settle.
It was noon after finishing all the potatoes. Three bowls of starch water were made in total. Xiaoguo put them in a cool place and didn't need to worry about it. Then, he washed his hands and cooked.
Zhuangzhuang looked at the basin curiously, how could there be dry powder in such turbid water, Zhuangzhuang thought about the powder in a small bag in the kitchen, how could there be no powder in the water.
If there is any doubt in his heart, Zhuangzhuang asks his mother, and Xiaoguo answers him after listening, "It's because the starch was washed out of the potatoes by the mother and floated in the water. If you don't move it, it will slowly settle in the water. The basin, when you take it out to dry, it will be starch.”
Zhuangzhuang nodded thoughtfully, he thought it was amazing, he couldn't wait to see what it looked like after drying.
Xiaoguo put the cut noodles in her hand into the pot, "Zhuangzhuang, bring the dishes to the table."
"it is good."
"Be careful not to burn yourself." Xiaoguo warned him worriedly.
Xiaoguo poured the noodles into cold water, took the bowls and chopsticks, and came to the house, "Let's eat, my mother is a little busy these two days, so let's eat some food first." Then she scooped a spoonful of eggplant into the Zhuangzhuang bowl.
"This is already very good. Mother's noodles are the best." Zhuang Zhuang felt that he was very happy to be able to eat white noodles every day, not to mention all kinds of vegetables and meat, which he never dared to dream of.
Xiaoguo smiled, she knew that this meal is very good here, there are many people who can't get enough to eat outside, but she comes from the future after all, her mother would never cook less than three dishes and one soup before. In comparison, it was obvious that she was a bit incompetent as a mother.
