Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 20 Soymilk fried dough sticks (2)

  The next day, the sky was still dark.

  Wen Mingtang, A Bing, and Tangyuan have already arrived at the public kitchen to prepare the morning 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 eye 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 going back to bed, I would check the required ingredients, ingredients, etc., and make a mark.

  This habit made Wen Mingtang very satisfied.

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

  Looking at Tangyuan, whose nose and eyes were red, 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 **** 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 the 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 ground soy milk, and suddenly said, "Actually, soy milk is not only sweet and delicious, but also salty!"

   Tangyuan, 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 all sweetened, and the taste is sweet. 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!"

  How... can it be like this? The tears of the red-nosed glutinous rice **** 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 looked at the flour he brought, and said, "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 best to ask 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 **** from one side, and Wen Mingtang took a slender dough stick from the other side. The child was put into the oil pan.

  Fill one by one and put it away, until the fritters are picked up one by one in turn, and A Bing's soy milk in that box is also cooked under Wen Mingtang's teaching.

   Scooped up a spoonful, looking at the mellow and jade-like slurry, A 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 tasted on weekdays. The rich and silky bean aroma with a slight sweetness sweeps the whole mouth and nose.

  A Bing couldn't help opening his eyes wide: This is too delicious!

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

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

   In the end, it's just a little troublesome, but it's really not difficult to do!

  Seeing that Ah Bing tasted the soy milk, Tangyuan grabbed a fried dough stick that was not too hot and bit it down, and then his eyes straightened!

  The fried dough sticks are crispy on the outside, fluffy on the inside, and 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.

   Bite down the glutinous rice **** one by one, and soon, the deep-fried dough stick in hand was eaten to the bottom.

   This fritters look like a deep-fried twist, but it tastes really rich.

tasty! 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 shrimps and other items floated onto the warm jade-colored slurry surface, and Wen Mingtang poured a circle of sauce, vinegar and chili oil on it.

  The warm jade-like soybean milk mixed with a bowl full of "small ingredients" was pushed in front of the glutinous rice **** and A Bing.

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

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

  A Bing subconsciously looked down at the sweet soy milk he had just drank. 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 pours into the nose, and the hook makes 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)