Chapter 20 Soy milk and fried dough sticks (2)

The next day, it was still dark.

Wen Mingtang, Ah Bing, and Tang Yuan had already gone to the public kitchen to prepare the morning meal.

After ironing the tableware like yesterday, when Wen Mingtang put the washed and soaked soybeans into the graphite and began to instruct A Bing to grind the soy milk, he couldn't help but glanced at the can of spices out of the corner of his eye while laying out the tableware.

Zhu exclaimed.

"Master Wen, when I left last night, I took a look at the can of sugar. It was clearly still more than half full, but now there is only the bottom left!" Tangyuan picked up the can of sugar, handed it to Wen Mingtang, and remembered, "I

I made a point of reading it before I went back to bed yesterday."

Tangyuan is a careful girl and is very organized in her work. On the first day with Wen Mingtang, she knew to check the required ingredients and mark them again before going back to bed.

This habit makes Wen Mingtang very satisfied.

"It's obviously more than half full..." As if he was afraid that Wen Mingtang and Ah Bing wouldn't believe him, Tang Yuan was about to burst into tears. He held the candy can and gestured, "It was here yesterday when I looked at it. How come there's only one left now?"

What’s the end?”

Looking at the dumpling with red nose and red eyes, Wen Mingtang reached out to hug her, patted her shoulder and comforted her: "It's okay! Don't cry! I believe you!"

Ah Bing, who was on the side, also took out the handkerchief beside him and handed it to the glutinous rice balls, saying: "I believe you too. Master Wen said yesterday that he would make soy milk and sugar cakes. Sugar will be used in these two days. I guess he knows that.

Master Wang is deliberately being evil and disgusting after hearing this!"

Otherwise, even if those two people wanted to use sugar themselves, why didn't they tell them earlier? Why did they wait until the glutinous rice balls had finished checking the sugar bowl?

"Ji Caimai doesn't live in the yamen, and he usually has to wait until after noon to come over!" Tangyuan flattened his mouth and couldn't help sobbing, "He is the only one who has a key to the warehouse. When Ji Caimai comes over, we will have lunch.

It’s all over, how can we still get candy?”

After saying this, Ah Bing was really angry and said: "No! This is too irritating. I have to go back and tell my second cousin..."

"It's okay!" Wen Mingtang smiled when he heard this, and stretched out his hand to stop Ah Bing, who was about to run to complain.

She lowered her head to look at the ground soy milk, suddenly took a sip and said, "Actually, soy milk is not only sweet and delicious, but also salty!"

Tangyuan, whose nose was red from crying, was startled, opened his mouth instinctively, and murmured: "Can soy milk still be made salty?"

She has also eaten soy milk bought from outside, which is sweetened with sugar. This salty soy milk...well, to be honest, she has never heard of it.

Wen Mingtang smiled and said: "Of course, and it tastes quite good!"

How... could this be possible? The glutinous rice balls that made her nose red from crying stopped her tears. She was about to laugh, but just as her smile bloomed, it collapsed again: "But that sugar cake..."

"Then don't make sugar cakes," Wen Mingtang said, looking at the flour he received, "and eat fried dough sticks."

Fried dough sticks? What are those? Ah Bing and Tang Yuan were both confused.

But soon, the two of them knew what fried dough sticks were.

The long and slender dough was put into the hot oil pan. Countless small bubbles wrapped the dough and rolled it in the oil pan. When it slowly floated up, the skin turned slightly yellow. With the wooden chopsticks in Wen Mingtang's hand,

Continuously flipping it over, the dough puffed up from a long and slender strip, and then gradually became larger, and the skin also changed from a slightly yellow color to a burnt yellow color.

"It's not difficult to make dough for dough sticks. The difficult thing is to pay attention to the heat of frying and keep turning them." Wen Mingtang said, handing the chopsticks in his hand to Tangyuan's hands and said, "Here you go.

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Tangyuan is careful and organized, so it is best to ask her to do such things.

The long fried dough sticks were lined up in the oil pan. With the sound of "stinging, slapping, slapping", the fried dough sticks were picked up from one side by the glutinous rice balls. Wen Mingtang took a slender dough stick from the other side.

Put the seeds into the oil pan.

One by one, the fried dough sticks were picked up one by one, and Ah Bing's soy milk was cooked under Wen Mingtang's guidance.

Picking up a spoonful and looking at the mellow-smelling liquid with a jade-like color, A Bing took a deep breath and said excitedly: "Master Wen, come and see if this is what it is?"

Wen Mingtang came over to take a look, nodded and praised: "It's cooked well!" After saying that, he took the bowl and scooped a spoonful into the bowl. Then, he scooped out some sugar from the sugar bowl with only the bottom left and poured it in.

After stirring the bowl, he made a simple bowl of sweet soy milk and handed it to Ah Bing, saying, "Try it!"

Ah Bing picked up the spoon, looked at the soy milk in front of him with the mellow bean aroma, scooped up a spoonful and blew it into his mouth.

The soy milk in my mouth did not have the beany smell of soy milk that I usually tasted. The rich and silky bean aroma with a slight sweetness swept through my mouth and nose.

Abing couldn't help but open his eyes wide: This is so delicious!

Looking at Ah Bing's reaction, Wen Mingtang was very satisfied: making soy milk is simpler than making fried dough sticks, but the key lies in the details, especially the beany smell that needs to be dealt with.

The most important thing to avoid the beany smell is to add cold water when cooking and pay attention to the heat of cooking soy milk. You need to boil it slowly once to make bubbles, then turn off the heat and wait for the bubbles to dissipate and then simmer it two or three times.

In the final analysis, it’s just a little troublesome, but it’s really not difficult to do!

Seeing A Bing taste the soy milk, Tangyuan grabbed a not-so-hot fried dough stick and bit it, and then his eyes suddenly widened!

This fried dough stick is crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside, and it has a slightly moist tenacity when you tear it open in the mouth. Two completely different textures, crispy and soft, are mixed together. The taste is really special, but it is addictive.

I bit into the glutinous rice balls one by one, and soon, all that was left of the fried dough sticks on hand was eaten.

This fried dough stick looks like a fried dough stick, but it tastes really rich.

Delicious! Tangyuan finished eating the deep-fried dough stick on hand, licked his fingers, and was about to get the second one when he heard Wen Mingtang say: "Save some belly, there are other ways to eat these deep-fried dough sticks."

After that, Wen Mingtang picked up a fried dough stick, cut it into small pieces and threw it into the bowl. Then he added a handful of dried seaweed and dried shrimps, and finally threw in the diced pickled cabbage heads. Everything was ready.

After that, Wen Mingtang scooped up a spoonful of soy milk and poured it on it.

The fried dough sticks, seaweed, dried shrimps and other items pulled into small pieces floated on top of the warm jade-colored batter, and Wen Mingtang poured a circle of sauce, vinegar and spicy oil on them.

Warm jade-like soy milk mixed with a bowl full of "small ingredients" was pushed in front of Tang Yuan and Ah Bing.

Wen Mingtang looked at the two of them with a smile: "Have you tasted salty soy milk?"

Salty... soy milk? Ah Bing and Tangyuan looked at the bowl full of soy milk in front of them and couldn't help but be stunned: the so-called soy milk in front of them was really beyond their knowledge.

Abing subconsciously lowered his head and glanced at the sweet soy milk that he had just finished drinking. It was the first time he knew that soy milk could do this.

This soy milk...

The salty flavor mixed with the mellow and silky bean aroma pours into the nose, making people move their index fingers.

Another bowl of salty soy milk was placed in front of the two of them to prevent them from rejecting it like yesterday. Wen Mingtang smiled and said, "Do you think this salty soy milk is delicious?"

Have you ever eaten salty soy milk?
Chapter completed!