Dali Temple Small Dining Room 2

Chapter 20 Soy Milk Fried Sticks ([-])

The next day, the sky was still dark.

Wen Mingtang, A Bing, and Tang Yuan had already arrived at the public kitchen to prepare the court food.

After ironing the tableware as yesterday, when Wen Mingtang put the washed and soaked soybeans into the graphite and began to instruct A Bing to grind the soybean milk, when he glanced at the seasoning cans from the corner of his eyes while arranging the tableware, he couldn't help it. Live exclaimed up.

"Master Wen, when I left last night, I took a special look at the candy can. It was obviously still half full, but now there is only a bottom left!" Tangyuan picked up the candy can, handed it to Wen Mingtang, and remembered, "I I watched it last night before I went back to bed."

Tangyuan is a careful girl who is very organized.When I was with Wen Mingtang on the first day, I knew that before I went back to sleep, I would check the required ingredients, ingredients, etc., and make a mark.

Wen Mingtang was very satisfied with this habit.

"It's obviously half full..." As if afraid that Wen Mingtang and A Bing would not believe him, the glutinous rice balls burst into tears, holding the can of sugar and gesticulating, "It was still here when I saw it yesterday, why is there only one left now?" What's the bottom line?"

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

A Bing 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 will make soy milk and sugar cakes, and sugar will be used in these two days. After hearing this, Master Wang is deliberately playing tricks on disgusting people!"

Otherwise, even if the two of them have to use sugar themselves, why didn't they say it earlier?Do you want to wait until the glutinous rice balls have finished checking the sugar bowl?
"Ji Caimai doesn't live in the yamen, and he usually doesn't come here until after noon!" Tang Yuan flattened her mouth and couldn't help sobbing, "He's the only one who has a key to the warehouse. When Ji Cai buys it, lunch It's all over, where can I get candy?"

Ah Bing was really angry with what he said, and said: "No! This is too annoying, I have to go back and tell my second cousin..."

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

She lowered her head to look at the soy milk that had been ground, and said with a smile, "Actually, soy milk is not only sweet and delicious, but also salty!"

Tang Yuan, whose nose was red from crying, was taken aback, opened his mouth instinctively, and murmured: "Can soy milk still be made salty?"

She has also eaten the soy milk bought outside, which is sweetened with sugar.This salty soy milk... Uh, to be honest, I haven't heard of it yet.

Wen Mingtang smiled and said, "Of course, and the taste is quite good!"

Unexpectedly... How could this be so?The tears of the red-nosed glutinous rice balls stopped, and she just wanted to laugh, but the smile just burst out and then collapsed again: "But that sugar cake..."

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

Fried dough sticks?What is that?Both Ah Bing and Tangyuan were at a loss.

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

The slender noodles were put into the hot oil pan, and countless small bubbles rolled the noodles in the oil pan. When they slowly floated up, the skin was slightly yellow, and with the wooden chopsticks in Wen Mingtang's hand, Constantly fiddled with it and turned it over, the noodle was also fluffed up from the original slender strip, and then gradually became larger, and the skin also changed from light yellow to burnt yellow.

"Fried dough sticks are not difficult to make noodles. The difficult thing is to pay attention to the heat of frying and toss them constantly." Wen Mingtang said, handing the chopsticks in his hand to the glutinous rice balls, and said, "You come here !"

Tang Yuan is careful and organized, and it is most suitable for her to do such things.

The long fried dough sticks in the oil pan were lined up, and with the sound of "prickling, prickling", the fried fried dough sticks were picked up by the glutinous rice balls from one side, and Wen Mingtang took a slender dough stick from the other side. The child was put into the oil pan.

Pick up one by one and put it away, until the deep-fried dough sticks are picked up one by one, and A Bing's soy milk is also cooked under Wen Mingtang's teaching.

Scooping up a spoonful, looking at the mellow and jade-like slurry, Ah Bing took a deep breath and said excitedly, "Master Wen, let's see if it looks like this?"

Wen Mingtang came over to take a look, nodded and praised: "It's cooked well!" After that, he took the bowl, scooped a spoonful into the bowl, and then scooped some sugar out of the sugar bowl with only the bottom left and poured it into the bowl. After stirring in the bowl, he made a simple bowl of sweet soy milk and handed it to A Bing, saying, "Try it!"

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

The soy milk in the mouth does not have the beany smell of the soy milk that I usually taste. The rich and silky bean aroma with a slight sweetness sweeps the whole mouth and nose.

A Bing couldn't help but opened his eyes wide: this is too delicious!

Seeing A Bing's reaction, Wen Mingtang was very satisfied: the preparation of soy milk is simpler than that of deep-fried dough sticks, but the key lies in the details, especially the clean bean smell.

The most important thing to avoid the beany smell is to add cold water and pay attention to the heat of the soy milk when cooking. It needs to be boiled slowly once to produce bubbles, then turn off the heat, wait for the bubbles to dissipate, and then cook slowly for two or three times.

After all, it's just a little troublesome, but it's really not difficult to do!
Seeing that Ah Bing tasted the soy milk, Tang Yuan grabbed a deep-fried dough stick that was not too hot to touch and bit down, and then his eyes straightened!

The fritters are crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside, and they are torn apart with a slightly wet tenacity in the mouth.Crisp and soft are two completely different tastes mixed together, the taste is really special, but it is too addictive.

The glutinous rice balls were bitten down one bite at a time, and soon, there was only the bottom of the deep-fried dough stick in hand.

This fritters looks like a deep-fried twisted bun, but it tastes really rich.

good to eat!Tangyuan finished eating the deep-fried dough stick in hand, licked her fingers, and was about to get the second one when Wen Mingtang said: "Let's save some stomach, there are other ways to eat this deep-fried dough stick."

After finishing speaking, Wen Mingtang picked up a deep-fried dough stick, cut it into small pieces and threw it into the bowl, then put in a handful of dried seaweed and dried shrimp, and finally threw in the diced pickled cabbage head, everything is ready After that, Wen Mingtang scooped up a spoonful of soy milk and poured it on.

The deep-fried dough sticks pulled into small pieces, seaweed, dried shrimp and other items floated onto the warm jade-colored slurry surface, and Wen Mingtang drizzled a circle of sauce, vinegar and chili oil on it.

Warm jade-like soybean milk mixed with a bowl full of "small ingredients" was pushed in front of Tangyuan and A Bing.

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

Salty... soy milk?A Bing and Tang Yuan looked at the bowl full of soy milk in front of them, and couldn't help being stunned: the so-called so-called soy milk in front of them was really beyond their perception.

Ah Bing subconsciously looked down at the sweet soy milk he had just drank, and it was the first time he knew that soy milk could do this.

This soy milk...

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

Another bowl of salted soy milk was placed in front of the two of them, lest they refuse like yesterday, Wen Mingtang smiled and said, "Try this salted soy milk, is it delicious?"

　Have you ever eaten salted soy milk?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)