Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 202 - . Scallion oil flower rolls_1

Chapter 202: 202. Scallion oil flower rolls_1

Chapter 202: 202. Scallion oil flower rolls_1

The scallions given by the uncle downstairs were really good.

The stems were tender, locally grown small red-tipped scallions; the heads were a purplish red, and the white roots still had some slight earth on them, looking not so clean.

But they were so fresh that even Xiaofeng, when washing the vegetables, couldn’t bear to handle them roughly.

Yet, thinking of the scallion oil rice her son would eat, she felt a pang of sorrow: the child was too sensible, knowing their home’s situation was tough, he never asked for any expensive food.

But with their family’s circumstances laid bare, Xiaofeng couldn’t indulge her son with fine food and drink, she only did her utmost to make the food that little bit tastier.

She brought out the clay pot from home, rinsed a box of rice, and mixed in some oil and salt.

Then she put back the discounted vegetables she had just bought from the supermarket into the refrigerator, leaving out only those two bunches of scallions.

Two pounds of scallions was indeed no small amount; she carefully took out three stalks and wrapped the rest up, placing them in the fridge’s crisper drawer. Then, she cut off the white parts of the scallions, wrapped them as well, and saved them for stir-frying the next day.

Next, she cut the vibrant green parts into finely chopped scallions—the aroma was too unique, too pungent, and she could feel it as she was chopping.

Xiaofeng couldn’t help feeling a bit downcast—

Because of their hard times, even the scallions she used every day for making stuffed buns were just the ordinary ones from the market.

The ones Uncle Carp gave were clearly high quality produce; the difference in flavour was just too great.

She quietly resolved to herself: as soon as things were a bit better off, she would splurge once a week and pick some quality-looking vegetables. At the very least, she would have to buy scallions like these! The ones she bought were probably too cheap.

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Being accustomed to housework, her hands moved swiftly, and before long, she set the clay pot on the stove to start cooking the rice, then she deftly chopped some ginger, added salt, and mixed it with the chopped scallions.

As the rice was nearly done, she heated oil in another pot on the stove and poured the hot oil into the small bowl of scallions.

In an instant, a scent of scallions burst forth in the tiny kitchen, permeating the entire loft with an unprecedented fragrance!

The aroma was so distinctive and so enticing; by comparison, the buns she made every day seemed like trash.

Xiaofeng was stunned.

Xuanxuan couldn’t resist running into the kitchen either; at this moment he touched his stomach and said, “Mama, it smells so good!”

That brought her back to her senses.

With a beaming smile, she responded and quickly poured the hot scallion oil back over the rice. Only after firmly covering the lid of the clay pot to let it simmer, did Xiaofeng take a deep breath:

“Xuanxuan, this is from Uncle Carp downstairs. If you see him tomorrow morning, help Mama say thank you, okay?”

Xuanxuan nodded eagerly, but at that moment, his eyes shone brightly, his attention not really on the conversation.

Instead, he asked again, “Mama, when can we eat?”

The rice was cooked, and now it was just a matter of infusing the scallion flavor. Xiaofeng estimated the time: “You go tidy up the dining table, it’ll be ready soon.”

The one-liter capacity clay pot held a full bowl of rice.

The verdant slightly browned scallions mingled with the sparkling white rice, and as soon as the lid was lifted, the sweet aroma of the rice and the unique scent of the scallions surged.

Downstairs, the sound of windows being opened sharply could be heard.

In a place unknown to Xiaofeng, Uncle Carp was sitting in the dining room with a bowl of rice and leftovers, but his nose was pointed towards the window next to him.

It smelled so good.

Such a rich scent of scallions.

He was immediately reminded of the two pounds of delicate scallions he had given away, which had cost him over a hundred yuan!

Now he thought if he knew he’d get scolded when he got back, why would he have spent money on vegetables?

Then looking at the leftovers in front of him, he suddenly felt both hungry and without appetite.

The wife, still irritated a moment ago, curiously squeezed her way to the window, knowing full well that she wouldn’t be able to see anything outside, yet she still glanced out subconsciously:

“Who’s cooking at this hour, and why does it smell so delicious! In the middle of the night….”

She touched her stomach, not sure why, but she suddenly felt a bit hungry too.

But then she looked at the simple meal Uncle Carp had reheated in the microwave on the table and immediately lost her appetite.

Xiaofeng and Xuanxuan, however, were already each holding a spoon, “ah woo” swallowing a mouthful of the fragrant scallion oil rice.

“(⊙o⊙) Wow!”

Xuanxuan’s eyes instantly widened, “Mom, this is so delicious. Can we eat this again tomorrow?”

Even in her disappointment, Xiaofeng could taste that this wasn’t her cooking! It was about the scallions from the uncle downstairs. Not sure where he bought them, but if they were used in buns…

Forget it, forget it, these gourmet ingredients must be especially expensive, not suitable for someone who runs a street stall like her.

Yeah, indeed it’s delicious, let’s have another bite!

However, the more he ate, the more eagerly Xuanxuan wanted an answer, “Mom, can we continue to eat this tomorrow? It’s really too good.”

Xuanxuan was usually sensible and rarely made requests with such urgency. It wasn’t just about a simple dish of scallion oil rice, whatever the price Xiaofeng couldn’t bear to refuse him.

She thought for a moment, “Mom has to set up the stall in the morning and won’t have time to cook for you. How about this, I’ll make some scallion oil steamed buns later, and we can steam them together tomorrow. You can take those to eat, is that okay?”

“Yes, yes!”

Their usual breakfast consisted of buns, and now with a chance to switch it up, why would Xuanxuan disagree?

The mother and son bowed their heads and devoured their meal, emptying the large pot. The two with small stomachs somehow managed to scrape the rice from the pot completely clean.

It wasn’t until the very last grain of rice entered his mouth that Xuanxuan reluctantly put his spoon back into the clay pot.

Xiaofeng hesitated once more but couldn’t resist asking, “Son, are you full?”

Xuanxuan touched his protruding little belly, “Mom, I think I’m full.”

It’s just that the belly is full but not the mouth.

Coincidentally, Xiaofeng felt the same.

However, late at night, eating a heavy meal wasn’t easy to digest, so she had to suppress the urge to cook another bowl.

Looking at the time again, “Have you finished your homework? If you have, hurry up and get ready to rest.”

The scent of scallions in the attic gradually dissipated, while downstairs, several households found themselves adding an extra meal tonight.

3:30 AM.

Xiaofeng quietly got out of bed, freshened up a bit, and then started kneading the dough, chopping vegetables, and preparing fillings.

The dough that had risen in advance was fluffy like a honeycomb, giving her the best feeling in her hands. Xiaofeng wasn’t the best at making the filling for buns, but her dough was exceptional, soft and fluffy, always capturing the best texture.

Many people didn’t like the doughy part of the buns, but it was precisely for her buns’ juice-soaked dough that they would buy from her.

Because of her exceptional skill in dough making, Xiaofeng’s reputation for selling steamed buns in the evening was much better than for selling stuffed buns.

By five o’clock, when she had finished making the buns and was looking at the large lump of dough left over, she turned her head to wash and chop the two pounds of scallions from yesterday.

She mixed salt with the thirteen spices, combined it well with the chopped scallions, poured over hot oil, then spread it directly on the greased dough, rolled it up, cut it, and pressed it with chopsticks…

In the quiet attic kitchen, the range hood roared to life.

The familiar smell of buns once again permeated the air, and in the end, it was replaced by the rich, pungent aroma of scallions….