I asked my father to accompany me to buy beans. I was busy in the kitchen. First of all, I pinch off the silk at both ends of the beans, break them into sections of about 5 cm, wash them with clear water and control the moisture. Then use it on an induction cooker to boil boiled beans. After the beans are in the pot, I set the time-10 minutes, and quickly mix the sesame sauce.
I first picked a spoonful of sesame paste and put it in the basin, added a proper amount of cold water, and began to stir. After stirring for a while, I saw that the water and sesame sauce were completely mixed, so I asked my mother. But mom said it was too thick and needed water. So I added water and stirred it. After repeated several times, arugula was diluted and my arm was weak. Under the guidance of my mother, I added a proper amount of salt, chicken essence, vinegar and some sesame oil to it and stirred it evenly. Suddenly, the thick fragrance came to the nose.
Then I remembered that it had been ten minutes, and I rushed to the induction cooker. Fortunately, I set a time, but because I didn't fish it out in time, the beans were soft and the color was not good. I'm a little discouraged. Depressed, I poured the beans into the sesame paste, and stirred it thoroughly to make the sesame paste evenly wrapped around the beans.
When I brought the beans with sesame sauce to the restaurant, the eyes of the whole family were fixed on me. I'm nervous: what will they say when they eat it? I waited in fear and trembling, "delicious, what you cooked is really delicious!" " "Grandpa is the first to say." Yes! "Dad also took over. I put down my hanging heart and looked at my mother with expectant eyes. Mom nodded while eating: "The taste is ok, ..." "It's just that the beans are overcooked. I'll pay attention next time! "I completely relaxed, finish my mother's words and continue to say. Laughter broke out in the restaurant.