I have become popular in modern times with food

Chapter 2 Pan-fried Oysters
Forty-five minutes later, the get out of class bell rang, and the teacher gave an order. Everyone stopped their pens, and the students in the last row got up and collected their exam papers one by one.

Huang Nuan pulled his paper and refused to let go, shouting, "It's not finished yet, it's not finished yet!"

Yu Jian held her wrist, broke her fingers that were holding the test paper one by one, and said the cruelest words in a gentle tone.

"Don't fight to the death. Whether you finish writing or not has no effect on your grades."

Huang Nuan stared blankly at Yu Jian, but did not refute.Thinking about it carefully, I found that what she said was actually not wrong!
She pounced on Yu Jian, rubbed her head hard on Yu Jian's shoulder, and said with a shriveled mouth, "A Jian, you are too boring, so don't copy it for me."

This sudden physical contact made Yu Jian a little stunned. She stiffened and did not dare to move. She stretched out her right index finger, tapped Huang Nuan's forehead, and pushed her away.

"You dare say you didn't see my multiple-choice question??"

Thanks to her, she also poured a lot of water, and even the fill-in-the-blank questions are estimated to have been read by Huang Nuan. This guy is not satisfied, should he copy the entire composition word for word before it is finished?

"Okay, okay! I know that Jane is the best!"

When you see it, you can close it, and the person who knows the current affairs is Junjie!Huang Nuan happily turned to hug Yu Jian's arm and leaned against her affectionately, "Please eat Kueh after school!"

Raoxiang people love to eat kueh noodles.Kueh is made of rice milk, which is allowed to cool and solidify into lumps.Then choose your favorite toppings, such as ham, sauerkraut patties or preserved vegetables and bird eggs, and the most important thing is to drizzle with special garlic sauce.

This kind of cake is salty and delicious, with the unique spicyness of garlic, and it melts in your mouth.

The taste of the kueh made by each restaurant is different. Rao people are good at capturing the nuances of taste, so they naturally have their own preferences.

Yu Jian likes the cake stall at the gate of the school very much. After Li Yuanxi passed by, he also ate it once, and was deeply impressed by the taste.

She also deliberately packed a bowl to take home, and carefully tasted the proportion of ingredients in it. Even if she knew the spices well, she could not make the exact same taste.

But what surprised Li Yuanxi was that this Yu family was also a culinary family.The ancestors of the Yu family were the royal chefs during the Guangxu period, and Yu Jian's great-grandfather was Puyi's personal chef.In the early years of the Republic of China, the Yu family also opened a restaurant in Beijing specializing in local dishes.

Later in the war, Yu Jian's great-grandfather died at the hands of the Japanese, and the Yu family slowly declined.

In Yu Jian's father's generation, only a broken Yu family cookbook was left, as well as a fairly solid basic skills.Now he is barely a second chef in an old-fashioned Chinese restaurant in Beijing, even if he does not disgrace the family heritage.

Seeing this, Li Yuanxi was very pleased.If you are reborn on someone else, trying to show your old craftsmanship will inevitably cause unnecessary trouble.

Yu Jian has been left behind in the village of Western Australia since she was a child. She doesn't see her parents several times a year. When her grandparents got older, Yu Jian took up the housework. When she was not busy with homework, she often cooked.

"Ajian, hurry up, hurry up, it's too late to line up!" Huang Nuan urged at the door of the classroom, Yu Jian recovered from his thoughts, agreed, and swept all the stationery and books on the desk into the schoolbag.

Two seconds later, she had packed her schoolbag and stood in front of Huang Nuan.

Looking at Yu Jian, who was half a head taller than himself, Huang Nuan gestured, a little dissatisfied: "A Jian, you are growing taller again. Why am I not tall?"

Muttering all the way, complaining all the way.

Before reaching the school gate, a burst of aroma wafted.Yu Jian looked over and saw that the carts were neatly lined up in a long line, and there were many students who had just finished school in front of them.

Among them, the most lively is the Zhang Kee Kueh stall.

Huang Nuan pulled Yu Jian a few steps and ran to him quickly: "Boss, two bowls of kueh, I want to take them away!"

"Okay~" The boss is a rough-sounding man with a slightly chubby body. With one hand, he quickly overturned a large piece of thick and round kueh from the drawer. With one hand, he picked up the plastic blade and clicked a few times to cut it evenly. Formed into prismatic pieces.

Put both hands together, put these kueh in the transparent packaging box, then open the long ingredient box next to it, put a spoonful of ham sausage, a little preserved vegetable egg, and finally, pour a spoonful of red garlic juice on top .

"It's ready! The cake is just steamed!" The boss skillfully tied the knot, and didn't forget to take care of him when he handed it to Huang Nuan.

"It's okay, it's not hot!" Huang Nuan replied sweetly.

Only then did Yu Jian realize that the cake was still steaming with the slightest traces of steam, the smoke was rising upwards, and the white cake was below, which was extremely beautiful.

There is no middle school in the village, and Yu Jian and Huang Nuan have to go to the school in the county by boat every day.

Grandma Yu had been waiting at the intersection for a long time, and she was relieved when she saw the two coming back chatting and laughing.Since Ajian fell into the water, her temperament has been a little boring, and Grandma Yu is worried about whether she has any shadows.By now, it should still be frightening.

Beckoning to the two of them, Grandma Yu's voice increased: "Nuan Nuan, your grandfather went to Xicun Lao Huang for a drink. Let's have dinner with me tonight!"

Hearing this, Huang Nuan became angry again, and raised his sleeves to rush out: "Smelly grandpa, tell him not to drink! Why is he so disobedient!"

Yu Jian grabbed her, saw her looking over suspiciously, and shook her head: "Your grandfather is measured, let's go, go home for dinner first."

Probably because Huang Nuan also came to eat at home today, and Grandma Yu cooked more abundantly than usual.Cooked shrimp, made a bowl of braised pork, and fried vegetables, served with a pot of thick white porridge, which led to the hungry worms in Huang Nuan's stomach.

"I'm going to fry an oyster cake, you eat first." Grandma Yu put on her apron and was about to go to the kitchen.

Yu Jian stood in front of her and put the cold cake in her hand: "I'll make it."

Grandma Yu wanted to refuse, but she took a step back in Yu Jian's persistent eyes, and put on her apron again: "Be careful, don't splash the oil."

The oysters were sent by the fishermen in the village. They were not too big or too small, just right for oyster roasting.

Yu Jian took the knife, pinpointed the gap in the oyster shell, pushed the tip of the knife slightly harder, and the oyster shell opened.She opened all the oysters in minutes.

Mix the fresh oysters with starch and rinse gently. Rinse off all the attached dirt, then put it into a bowl, add garlic leaves, eggs, local sweet potato powder and a few drops of fish sauce, stir well, this is the oyster paste.

When Yu Jian was still Li Yuanxi, there used to be a special snack in the recipe of Guanglu Temple, which was called Crispy Oyster Fried.This is what Li Yuanxi was told by a friend who lives in the South China Sea when she was traveling in the Central Plains.

After the person had finished describing it, she made her eloquent, and she began to study it when she returned to Chang'an.

Heat the lard in a pot. When the temperature is high enough and small bubbles start to form in the oil, scoop the marinated oysters into the hot pot and spread it out. Gently spread the spatula. During the frying process, gently Shake the pan handle to prevent sticking to the pan, until both sides are golden brown, then sprinkle with parsley to garnish the pan.

Yu Jian brought the fried oysters to the table, and Huang Nuan was already waiting impatiently, stretched out his chopsticks and gently clamped it.

Just hear a crisp sound, put it in your mouth, the tenderness of the oyster meat, combined with the crispness of the noodles, is really called crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Huang Nuan was addicted to this charming taste, and ate hard without raising his head...

(End of this chapter)