Chapter 142: Steamed rice noodles

"Success!" Bai Qingqing exulted, looked up at Curtis, and turned his head to Parker again, "Parker, come and see ... lying trough!"
The fire was full in the room, and the flames were half full, and the stove and pot were looming.
"Parker, are you going to burn the house ?!" Bai Qingqing growled.
Parker was adding a firewood hand to the fire and was busy throwing the firewood behind him.
"Forget it, you take a look, we succeeded." Bai Qingqing beckoned to Parker.
Parker let out a sigh of relief, and immediately stood up and walked over to look at Curtis.
Curtis also looked coldly at Parker, with a sneer in the corner of his mouth, with a disdainful taste.
Parker mocked: Don't hide your tail behind you.
Bai Qingqing was so excited that he didn't find the surging dark tide of the two, and asked Parker, "How is it? Isn't it great?"
"Uh huh." Parker nodded again and again, then looked straight at Shi Mo, his face amazed.
He reached into the rice milk and twitched it with two fingers. He said, "Is this really rice? Isn't rice jammed in the stone? This is just water for soaking rice."
Bai Qingqing didn't care if he was questioned, and said with a smile: "No, the stone seam is so small. Hey don't touch it, your hands are so dirty."
Bai Qingqing hit Parker's small arm with a "slap".
Parker withdrew his hand, thinking that Bai Qingqing made sense, and asked: "Are you going to steam rice? Is this water steamed like a chicken egg liquid into a solid?"
"You know steamed eggs." Bai Qingqing smiled and said, "Different, rice noodles have many practices."
Just let Parker and Curtis go to her world and have fun. Their reaction must be super fun.
In a few moments, a bamboo tube of rice was finished. Considering that the rice syrup in the rainy season is not easy to dry, Bai Qingqing did not grind it again.
After the rice milk settles, a layer of water floats on it. Bai Qingqing pours out the layer of water, and then mixes the rice milk and fry the rice cake with the lid.
The stone pot opened the lid, the fragrance of the fish and shrimp smelt out, and Bai Qingqing glanced at it and praised, "Parker, you are really good this time. It seems that you will have to steam in the future."
"Ah?" Parker caught a fish and ate it. It was better. The fish was incredible.
Before a fish was finished, Parker's hand reached into the pot again.
Bai Qingqing grabbed bowls and chopsticks, filled a bowl of fish and shrimp, and said to Curtis: "This is the food we have made before. You haven't eaten it yet. Try it."
"Good." Curtis swayed the snake's tail and came to Bai Qingqing, who was afraid that Curtis would be caught by the fishbone, caught a river prawn, and blew it to Curtis's mouth.
Curtis opened his mouth without hesitation to eat.
"How is it?" Bai Qingqing looked at Curtis expectantly.
"It's okay." Curtis said, seeing Bai Qingqing's eyes showing a slight disappointment, and said: "It's better than barbecue, I rarely eat tasteful food, I like it very much."
This shrimp is at least not as bad as barbecue. He really likes it. After all, he rarely tastes good. But he still felt more contented to swallow the whole prey in one bite.
Bai Qingqing smiled and put the bowl to Curtis. "Then eat it."
Parker watched a large bowl of food fall into the hands of the snake beast, regretting not falling down in his heart, knowing that he wouldn't make such a big fire.
The rice noodles on the lid were solidified by the naked eye. Bai Qingqing turned it over with chopsticks. The rice noodles were too tender and rotten.