??Chapter 667: 667. Black and White Sesa_1
Chapter 667: 667. Black and White Sesa_1
Yan Ran let out an “ouch”:
“How co these are white sesa seeds? Didn’t they separate?”
“It’s fine.”
Song Tan glanced over: “They’re pretty much the sa, it’s all edible.”
“Really?” Yan Ran was sowhat skeptical, but she had never grown sesa, and Seventh Uncle was busy in the kitchen at the mont, so after hesitating for a bit, she quickly went back to threshing in confusion.
Threshing sesa is a repetitive and strenuous task. It may look simple, but it requires a significant amount of effort. One or two tis is okay, but after a hundred or so repetitions, especially in the high temperature of over thirty degrees, even before the sun reached its fiercest, one could be hot enough to gasp for breath.
It was Professor Song who ca out and asked, “Why are you threshing upside down instead of tapping it lightly?”
Song Tan pointed to a pile next to her: “We only grew this little, there’s no need to be so ticulous. Threshing quickly like this is much faster.”
She had great strength and moved quickly, her dexterity was also spot on, and now there were piles of empty stalks around her. anwhile, Yan Ran and her brothers were dumbfounded—
Right, how could they forget that they could just tap it?
They thought about changing their thod, but then considered how slow and tedious tapping would be and decided against it—
It really was hot!
anwhile, the live stream room had quieted down, even the sound of Song Tan and the others’ conversations seed to drift away, and the colorful barrage of ssages quickly decreased. Before the new fans could wonder why no one was talking, colorful reward effects appeared on screen again.
[Thanks to the host, Qianqian says a quick hello before bed]
[Staying up late gave
a splitting headache and I couldn’t sleep, but I feel much better now]
[Host, plant more sesa next year, this is too rhythmic]
[So sleepy, host I…]
The sentence clearly wasn’t finished. New fans stared blankly at the live stream’s repetitive, dull images, looking around in confusion.
Listening to the “pat pat”, “rustle rustle”, “sift sift” sounds intertwining, they gradually beca drowsy…
No, no, this won’t do! It’s a weekday, for crying out loud! It’s only just past seven o’clock, they’ll miss work if they’re not careful—ahhh!
The viewership in the live stream room plumted, but at the sa ti, the number of followers soared, inching toward the 300,000 milestone, which made the person in charge at the backend grin from ear to ear. He decided right away to call after the stream was over to ensure the montum was maintained!
If they were willing, their platform even had an MCN Institution they could partner with for operations…
Oh my, after so many years, they finally had another promising country life broadcaster!
The weather was too hot, and the phone battery drained rapidly. It shut down completely before Song Tan and the others finished their work.
The live stream audience: …
It was nothing new, they were used to it by now. At least today, the host was mindful of them and never left the cara’s view.
…
With just that tiny plot of sesa, everyone threshed and beat until nine o’clock, and that was pretty much it (not to ntion, Song Tan alone was more efficient than the three of them combined!)
Song Tan then neatly tied up the sesa stalks—
Seventh Uncle planned to use them to smoke at and duck, saying that sesa stalks contained a special aroma. The scattered sesa seeds left inside would also give off a fatty fragrance when burned, and if combined with other ingredients to smoke into the at, it would make it exceptionally rich and delicious.
In essence, they had to use everything thoroughly and not waste anything.
While Yan Ran and the other two dragged a thick piece of tarpaulin, shaking it to gather the scattered sesa seeds, leaves, broken stalks, and pods together, before pouring it all into a sieve next to them.
Qiaoqiao, wearing a hat, was already happily scooping up a small sieve: “I’ll do it, I’ll do it!”
He loved playing with the sieve and didn’t find the hot weather botherso at all. Instead, he was full of enthusiasm as he shook the sieve, sifting and shaking the sesa seeds onto the tarpaulin below.
Over and over, in high spirits.
Song Tan: …
She looked up at the sun in the sky, and then at Qiaoqiao, whose cheeks were red-hot and whose clothes were soaked with sweat, thinking to herself that this silly child didn’t even know to move to a shady spot.
But, he was her own little brother, what could she do?
She grabbed Qiaoqiao by the collar:
“Stop playing around for now and move this stuff over there to sift it. I need to sun-dry the mung beans, we still have to collect them tomorrow.”
Qiaoqiao: “Oh.”
Everyone started to move and lift until at last they managed to drag the small pile of sesa seeds under the porch.
Just then, Seventh Uncle arrived with a basket, ready to pick so vegetables from the garden. He was stunned to see a mix of black and white sesa seeds and brown stalks all jumbled together on the plastic sheet:
“Why are they all mixed up like this?”
Qiaoqiao, looking up bewildered: “Huh? They’re supposed to be mixed together like this!”
Seventh Uncle: …I wasn’t asking you!
He looked at Song Tan, feeling quite frustrated. Song Tan was even more puzzled: “Aren’t they all sesa seeds? When I took Qiaoqiao to eat that fried chicken with the duck gift, you could even choose the color of the sesa seeds there!”
Doesn’t that an you can eat any kind of sesa seed?
Qiaoqiao rembered as well and hastily said:
“Sister! Fried chicken tastes different from the ho-cooked als, and I still haven’t collected three of the little ducks yet!”
Song Tan: …Those ducks are seasonal giveaways, they’ve probably changed several tis by now.
She pretended not to hear: “Go sift the sesa seeds fast.”
“Okay!”
But Seventh Uncle was quite irritated: “If black sesa seeds and white ones are the sa, why do they co in two colors? Black sesa nourishes the kidneys and white sesa moistens the lungs; they have different functions!”
“And besides, white sesa seeds have more oil!”
A good chef would never cut corners like this!
Song Tan: …
How could she rember that! Even tiny sesa seeds have their own gangs! This is definitely not her fault!
At this mont, she looked at Seventh Uncle and earnestly suggested, “How about… we just eat them casually this way?”
Seeing his eyebrows shoot up, Song Tan quickly promised, “Next year! Next year I’ll farm two acres, one acre of black and one acre of white, and you can sort them however you like! We can even plant rainbow-colored ones if you want!”
Seventh Uncle: …
He glanced at the ssy heap, his head throbbing as he picked up the basket: “Forget it, I’ll just soak them in water to separate them when we need them!”
Though he said this, he was clearly still a bit upset.
That’s right, white sesa seeds are heavier in oil and tend to sink to the bottom; soaking them in water could separate the two types. But the problem was, sesa seeds that have been soaked don’t taste the sa anymore!
Seventh Uncle, when he was younger, used to believe in using whatever was available depending on the local conditions.
But in Song Tan’s house, they ate so well, and the ingredients were so good that he had unconsciously raised his own standards…
However, to describe this family with a common saying, they were like wild boars that couldn’t appreciate fine bran!
He even began to wonder if this group would find a pot of pig feed delicious…
Seventh Uncle felt aggrieved, as if he couldn’t find a kindred soul, tornted by a sense of desolation. Now, as he pulled up chili peppers in the garden, he made up his mind—
He had to find a companion who understood cooking!
Wasn’t Song Tan looking for a chef? It didn’t matter if it was soone who cooked in large pots or not, he had to lure one in by hook or by crook!
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