Chapter 39： Braised bamboo shoots in oil

Chapter 39 Braised bamboo shoots in oil

If there is no meat on hand and only fresh bamboo shoots, Si Ningning is going to make braised bamboo shoots in oil.

This dish requires a lot of oil. Oil is expensive nowadays, and adults are only supplied with 2 taels of oil a month. Si Ningning does not want to take advantage of others and plans to produce the oil herself.

She filled a small bottle of oil in the space in the afternoon and "took" it out of the box away from people's eyes.

Si Ningning finished peeling the bamboo shoots and was about to cut them into pieces and blanch them. Before she could get the oil, she heard someone calling her outside.

“Si Zhiqing, Si Zhiqing?”

Tangshan tune is from Li Lingyuan.

“Here, what’s going on?”

“Go and have a look, maybe there’s something wrong.”

Si Ningning was cooking, and Xu Shuhua was helping to light the fire. Seeing someone looking for Si Ningning, Xu Shuhua stood up and quickly took the kitchen knife, "Cut it into slices, right? I can do it."

“Well, let me go and take a look first.”

 clapped the scraps of bamboo shoots on his hands and walked out. When he reached the main room, Si Ningning saw Li Lingyuan standing outside, "What's wrong?"

“Here, please.” Li Lingyuan handed a small iron pot to Si Ningning, “Mo Bei said he didn’t bring anything else, so he brought oil.”

The iron kettle is not big. From the outside, it looks a bit like a military kettle. It feels a little heavy in the hand.

After excluding the weight of the iron sheet, the oil should weigh less than half a catty.

Good guy!

Is it true that you have no sense of defensiveness at all, and you are not afraid of being lighted by someone at once?

But after taking it all, there is no reason to give it back.

Si Ningning said: "After dinner, you can leave later and take the oil pot back."

Li Lingyuan nodded quickly.

Although the oil did not belong to him, it was handed over from his hand.

With so much oil, how long will it take to save it? Li Lingyuan is really heartbroken.

Si Ningning took the oil pot to the kitchen. Xu Shuhua had already cut the bamboo shoots and was scooping out the rice from the pot.

Xu Shuhua drained the rice soup, poured the half-cooked rice into the pot, closed the lid and simmered, while letting Si Ningning do the cooking.

Si Ningning put water in the front pot to boil, blanched the bamboo shoots, took them out, drained them, and then poured oil into the pot.

Since the oil was not his own, Si Ningning was too embarrassed to pour more. He poured a few drops of it symbolically and then stopped.

While the oil was hot, she went back to the room to "get" a bottle of sugar from the box, and returned to the kitchen with the sugar. As soon as she uncorked the bottle, she heard Xu Shuhua say:

“What are you holding? The bottle is very nice.”

"It's sugar." Si Ningning held up the bottle, "This bottle was originally filled with fruit candies. It was given as a gift by relatives during the New Year. I thought it looked good, so I kept it."

The bottle containing the sugar is a wide-mouth glass bottle with a rubber stopper on the lid. It is not much bigger than a palm. It is one of the many small gifts given by the supermarket when Si Ningning went on a shopping spree.

There is also a yellow and green lemon print on it. Si Ningning recalled in the memory of the original owner that there were similar ones in this era, but the printing craftsmanship was slightly worse.

Xu Shuhua had obviously seen a similar bottle and didn’t pay too much attention to it. Instead, she was surprised and said:

“Do you still need sugar for cooking?”

“There are many dishes that use sugar. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will share them with you slowly.”

Si Ningning scooped two tablespoons of sugar into the pot, and Xu Shuhua was speechless as she watched, "Put less in, sugar is expensive..."

"good."

Si Ningning smiled.

When the sugar melted in the oil, she poured the blanched bamboo shoots in, dropped in a few drops of soy sauce, and asked Xu Shuhua to turn on the fire while she continued to stir-fry the bamboo shoots in the pot.

(End of this chapter)