"Song cake originated in the Qing Dynasty and has a history of hundreds of years. It is a true Chinese intangible cultural heritage delicacy." Learning Bai An from Wu Guoliang, Yu Jian gained the most not only in skills, but also in knowledge.
From ancient times to the present, Wu Guoliang can count all the pastries that have been recorded and unrecorded.
Among them is this ancient steamed sponge cake.
Judging from Ji Liangyou's tone, it seems that he can do it too.
Wu Guoliang glanced sideways, raised his eyebrows at Yu Jian, pointed at Ji Liangyou and said, "Uncle Ji, you are a good sponge cake maker."
The unique skills of the Wu family are steaming and frying. Wu Guoliang used the oil pan, and the heat wave was raging; while Ji Liangyou used water steaming, which has a long history in Qingyuan. This Bai'an technique also pays attention to the distinction between civil and military skills.
Yu Jian felt a small flame burning in her chest. She had been studying sponge cake for a while, but she still couldn't achieve the soft and waxy feeling that Wu Guoliang said. She couldn't help but speak urgently: "Uncle Ji, can you--"
"Uh-huh!" Before he could say anything, Wu Guoliang coughed on the side.
Yu Jian stopped immediately, with a stern look on her face. It was indeed her abruptness.
Ji Liangyou, on the other hand, glanced at Wu Guoliang in surprise and started joking: "Guoliang, why are you scaring the little girl? Isn't your apprentice of Wu Guoliang an apprentice of our Wu family? Is there anything in the Wu family that she can't learn?"
As he said that, he took off his coat and threw it in his son's face, rolled up his sleeves, and strode towards the kitchen. He did not forget to wave to Yu Jian: "Come on, I'll only do this once..."
Yu Jian stood up quickly, took two steps and then stopped. She turned to look at Wu Guoliang and saw that he nodded, so she quickened her pace and entered the kitchen.
Ji Jue finally pulled off the coat wrapped around his head and breathed a sigh of relief. Just when he was about to complain about his father, he realized that Wu Guoliang was the only one left. He couldn't help but ask: "Where is the person?"
Wu Guoliang pointed behind him, leaned back on the rocking chair and started to rock.
Ji Jue took two steps with his coat and turned back to ask him: "Uncle Wu, aren't you... cold?" It was a cold day, and the branches of the trees in the yard were frozen hard, so Wu Guoliang wore a coat.
A thin jacket, still on the rocking chair, this is what is called... enjoying the coolness?
He shrank his neck and shook his body. It was really cold.
"The ancient sponge cake candy must be homemade. You know, the method of making sugar is very important." Ji Liangyou asked Yu Jian to clean the large casserole, wipe off the water stains, pour a large bowl of white sugar into the casserole, and add
Add a little water and start boiling over low heat.
During this process, Yu Jian stared at it for a moment, until Ji Liangyou raised a small brush and carefully brushed it along the edge of the pot bit by bit.
Ji Liangyou said: "This is to fight against sand."
When the bubbles change from big to small and the sugar water gradually becomes thicker, take a chopstick and dip a drop into the water. The sugar will turn into cotton wool when it meets the water, which means it is ready. Turn off the heat and let cool until the surface of the sugar water freezes.
Then use chopsticks to stir vigorously until it is completely soft and white, which means it is ready.
Yu Jian said silently at the side: "So that's it." The stirring of the sugar water cannot be stopped, otherwise it will become mottled and lumpy. This is why she failed repeatedly.
Mix glutinous rice flour and sticky rice flour according to the proportion. After the water is boiled, put it into a steamer and steam it. The steamed flour is sieved once to ensure the fineness of the powder. Then add cake sugar and yogurt in sequence, stir evenly, and sieve it again into granules.
, repeated twice.
The filling is still jujube paste made by Yu Jian. Ji Liangyou praised: "You mixed the filling well. It will be sweeter if it is more. Do you use honey?"
Yu Jian stood aside quietly and answered when he asked the question: "Yes, add honey water in small amounts and many times."
Ji Liangyou smiled and stopped talking. There was no mold that he used to use in the small kitchen, so he could only find one at random. First, sprinkle a layer of mixed glutinous rice flour on the bottom, compact it slightly, and apply a layer of fillings.
Cover with another layer of glutinous rice flour and smooth the surface with a plastic knife.
The last step of this sponge cake is steaming. When the water boils and bubbles, put the steamer in the pot and steam for thirty minutes.
The freshly made sponge cake tastes like mochi and is firm and elastic when pinched.
Ji Jue also took one. After taking a bite, he looked at his hand in disbelief. He was so excited that his accent changed back to his Taiwanese accent: "Abba, you did a great job today~ I only finished eating this mini-sized one."
It will leave people unsatisfied!" The sponge cake made by his father is as big as a mobile phone screen, and you will be full after eating one.
"Also~ the filling should also be changed. The sesame filling is so sweet that it sticks to the teeth every time after eating. It's not hygienic at all! The jujube paste filling made by the little boss is better. I feel loose.
The cake has become much more sophisticated..." Ji Jue opened the chatterbox and started to complain.
Ji Liangyou's face turned from white to red, and then turned black, and the eyes he looked at his son gradually changed from gentle and gentle to stagnant and cold.
"Is the sponge cake I made so bad?" A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Yu Jian silently took a step back, always feeling that this smile was scary.
Ji Jue chewed the sponge cake in his mouth, his eyes still looking around, not paying attention to the people approaching him. He nodded casually: "It's okay, just ordinary..."
Yu Jian mourned for three seconds of silence in her heart for this unlucky child. With quick eyes and hands, she took the plate with three sponge cakes left in her arms, turned a corner at her feet, and slipped out of the door.
really--
A second later, Ji Jue's heart-rending screams came from the kitchen, and Ji Liangyou's suppressed roar: "I asked you to speak ill of me..."
"I don't dare anymore..." The cry came so loudly that the birds standing on the dead branches flapped their wings and flew high -
Yu Jian and Wu Guoliang looked at each other with a knowing smile.
Two days later, Ji Liangyou returned to Taiwan Province, but Ji Jue stayed behind. The child was unwilling to follow him back, and he also wanted to apply for transfer to the capital. Ji Liangyou pointed at his forehead and tapped him for a long time.
, and finally said: "I'll let your mother take care of you!"
Ji Jue, who had no adults to take care of him, begged his grandfather and grandma for a long time, and finally got Wu Guoliang's consent to temporarily live in the small courtyard of the Yu family. This made him so happy that he kept chirping like a little sparrow: "Little
Boss, I admire you so much. Your words: 'Yu's Restaurant will never fail.' That's so domineering!"
After a while, I felt sad again: "I wish I had your courage..."
Yu Jian's heart skipped a beat, and she vaguely felt that there was something in his words, so she asked, "What's wrong?"
Ji Jue's sadness only lasted for a few seconds. He raised his head again and returned to his heartless look, waving his hands: "No! I just think you are not very young, but what you say is very responsible."
Look."
"Someone once said to me: What you rely on is the mountains and the water. Your parents will pass away one day, and your relatives and friends will also leave one day. Only you are the most reliable one." Yu Jian chuckled, looking at her eyes.
Gradually drifting away, a stern but caring voice could be heard in my ears.
He said: "Yuan Xi, in this vast world, only I will always stand firm."