Chapter 159: Deep Love Between Grandparents and Grandchildren

After the two washed their hands and sat down at the table again, Sang Yu picked up a bamboo stick and demonstrated to them.

"It's very simple. Put these vegetables through bamboo sticks, and put about..."

As she was speaking, she suddenly stopped, she didn't know how many pieces of clothing to wear on a string.

The various vegetables and gluten in the basin in front of me are of different sizes, some are leaves and some are in blocks. Who knows how many to thread?

Just when she was feeling a little confused, her eyes suddenly fell on the bamboo stick in her hand, and then turned to the basin.

The color of the soaked bamboo sticks is darker than before. The neatly stacked bamboo sticks at the bottom of the water appear slightly bent and deformed due to the refraction of light.

Bend... Sang Yu's eyes lit up, and she knew where to wear it.

Fold the bamboo stick in your hand in half, then fold it in half again, and the whole bamboo stick will be divided into four equal parts.

She gave one to the father and son and Sang Xinghao who was sitting nearby to join in the fun, and kept one for herself.

"Yu'er, what is this...?"

Sang Yongjing, who was originally eager to learn how to thread the string like her, was holding the short bamboo stick in his hand, and was a little confused for a moment.

Aren't you supposed to be threading a skewer? Why did the skewer suddenly break?

"Next, when we thread the skewers, we'll use this skewer as a reference, leveling the bottoms of the other skewers until we reach the shortest skewer, to help us standardize the size."

With just a few simple words, Sang Yu determined the specifications for stringing the beads. There was no need to worry about which one had more beads and which one had less beads, and the beads could also look neater.

It turned out that this was the use of the broken bamboo sticks, and everyone suddenly realized it.

Now that they knew the requirements, they started to busily put the food on the skewers. Even Sang Xinghao was very professional as he took a piece of radish and stuffed it onto the skewer.

One end of the bamboo skewer has been sharpened on a stone, so it is quite smooth to thread the vegetables with it.

Threading the skewers while chatting was not boring at all. Sang Xingjia suddenly asked, "Little sister, why do you use bamboo sticks to string the snacks you make? Isn't it okay to just cook them in the pot and then string them when the customers choose?"

"..." Sang Yu was stunned by his question and didn't know how to answer for a moment. That snack also had it, and it was called Oden.

Before she could come up with a suitable excuse, Sang Yongjing spoke for her: "Jia'er, you don't understand. Although the method you mentioned is feasible, it will definitely not sell as fast as this method."

The ones that are all put in the pot and cooked for people to pick, who knows if people will only pick two or three pieces, how can they sell faster than if they are strung together.

Uh, Sang Yu thought about the reason why skewers appeared in the first place. It seemed that it was just because counting sticks was more convenient and quick.

She finally came up with a reasonable reason: "Brother's method is indeed convenient, but we don't have a stall big enough for customers to sit down and eat. It's more convenient to string them into skewers, select them, put them in bamboo tubes, and eat them on the go."

This is the difference between snacks and fixed stalls. Just like the wontons their family ate last time, there must be a place to sit down before passers-by are willing to eat.

Otherwise, no one would be willing to eat a bowl of hot wontons while walking, as someone might bump into them and spill the hot soup on them.

Snacks are different. They pursue extreme speed. Customers can choose their items quickly, the food can be loaded quickly, and new customers can be replaced quickly.

This greatly limits the variety and choices of snacks. Sang Yu originally thought of making cold pot skewers because after comprehensive consideration, he found this to be the most suitable option.

After listening to this, Sang Xingjia thought for a while and nodded slightly: "...That makes sense."

Put yourself in his shoes. If there is a pot of hot food in front of him, no matter how delicious it is, he will definitely want to sit down and eat it before leaving.

The four of them worked together and quickly finished skewering a large pot of vegetables, but there were still quite a few bamboo sticks left.

The tip of her nose could smell the aroma of cooked rice, the remaining flames roasting the bottom of the rice. Sang Yu stood up and stretched: "Let's eat first."

That portion of yellow wine duck should be cold by now. Let’s eat first and then continue with the rest of the work.

When the cold konjac dish was served, Sang Yu initially thought that they would hesitate whether to eat it because she had said it was 'poisonous'.

Unexpectedly, Sang Xingjia didn't hesitate for a second and immediately took a large bite with his chopsticks. This immediately livened up the atmosphere and everyone started to eat.

Sang Yongjing looked at his own mother and started eating with chopsticks, wanting to persuade her.

After all, this thing is made of poisonous plants. If it is not made well, these young people who are strong and healthy will not cause any trouble, but his mother is really unsure.

But Mrs. Shi didn't even glance at him. She picked up a piece of konjac with her chopsticks and put it into her mouth.

As soon as she started chewing, her eyes widened in surprise. When she picked up the konjac, it swayed gently on the tip of the chopsticks, making her think that it would be a food as tender and smooth as tofu, but she didn't expect it to be a bit tough.

However, its toughness is not like that of air-dried meat, which cannot be chewed no matter how hard you grind or bite it, and you can only swallow it whole.

For an old lady like her with not-so-good teeth, the food is just enough to chew, satisfying her body's chewing desire without causing pain in her cheeks because it is too tough.

"Is this the dish made from that poisonous konjac? It's delicious!"

After swallowing the konjac in her mouth, Mrs. Shi immediately began to praise her granddaughter. She said that her granddaughter was becoming more and more likable. She was hardworking, smart and filial.

Knowing that she has bad teeth, he would specially cook a dish that suits her taste for every meal. From time to time, he would ask her what she wants to eat and cook a special meal for her. It’s so nice.

"Grandma, if you like it, I'll make it for you every day. This konjac can be eaten not only as a salad, but also stir-fried and stewed."

Sang Yu accepted the compliment generously and also revealed some other ways to cook konjac.

"So this thing is so good! Yu'er, tell Grandma how you removed the toxicity."

"It's very simple, it's just..."

The two of them looked like a scene of deep affection between grandparents and grandchildren, making Sang Yongjing, who wanted to interrupt, look like an outsider.

He sighed silently, picked up a piece of konjac and put it into his mouth with a lonely look.

Then came the second and third pieces. Putting aside other things, the taste of this konjac is really good.

After dinner, the family, who had been busy all day, could finally relax and sit in the pavilion to enjoy the breeze and chat.

Sang Yu went into the kitchen and looked at the pot of duck bone soup that had been stewing for a long time.

In the middle of the process, she used the back of a knife to cut the bone in half to allow the bone marrow to be stewed more thoroughly, and added four ounces of pig skin.

At this time, the soup has turned into a light milky white color and appears very thick when scooped up with a spoon.

This is the basic broth for cold pot skewers. It would be better to use chicken bones or beef shank bones, but since the conditions are simple, we naturally use whatever we have.

The next thing to do is to make the core of the cold pot skewers, the source of fragrance, spiciness, color and taste - red oil.