Chapter 72 Chapter 72: Fried Slots. (First update)...
Linzhi silently covered the wooden basin with a towel. Then, facing the three basins of dough, she began to ponder a serious question: Should she continue preparing the filling? Or should she save the dough for something else?
Oh, why does this question seem so familiar?
Linzhi, who had just thought about a similar question a cup of tea ago, fell silent and felt a severe headache.
She pondered for a moment, and suddenly had an idea. Since she had already eaten the steamed, boiled and fried dumplings, why not make some fried ones?
Nowadays, jiaozi can be cooked in various ways, including steaming, boiling, frying, and baking. Fried jiaozi are usually sweet, and are often filled with sesame, red bean paste, coconut flakes, etc. Due to its triangular shape and sweet and salty taste, many people in later generations believe that jiaozi may be the predecessor of zongzi, rather than dumplings.
However, Linzhi really wants to say that in fact, there were sweet dumplings in later generations, but many places did not classify them as dumplings, but called them sugar dumplings, crispy dumplings and fried dumplings.
According to later practices, dumplings should be made by thoroughly mixing ghee and flour, then adding eggs and water to knead the dough. The dough made in this way will have a crispy crust after frying, and it is sweet and delicious. It is more like a snack dessert than a dumpling.
However, Linzhi Chunchun wanted to use up the extra jiaozi skins and change the way they were eaten, so he didn't have to bother with the jiaozi skins again.
She happened to have the filling for fried dough sticks in her room...did she? Lin Zhi hesitated for a moment, then simply got up and went into the kitchen to search for the ingredients she needed. Although she couldn't find one of the supporting ingredients, she thought other ingredients would be enough to substitute.
Now that the dough had been taken, Lin Zhi was no longer anxious. She left the kitchen and watched Chen Yan and Tao Yingce knead the dough. They were inexperienced, but they relied on their strength, biting their lips tightly, tensing their jaws and neck, and working hard.
However, the dough of jiaozi is indeed harder than other doughs. But when Linzhi looked at their movements, he wanted them to knead pure egg noodles.
Pure egg noodles are made without adding a drop of water, only with pure egg liquid and flour. Because they are too hard, they usually need to be pressed with the help of tools. In some places, bamboo is used to press them, and they are called bamboo noodles.
Lin Zhi glanced at the two people's actions and secretly
I wondered if I should call them over to help me make egg noodles next time. They were so engrossed in their work, who knows, they might even be able to press the noodles without even using any tools.
Chen Yan and Tao Yingce both shuddered, feeling a cool breeze blowing along their spines. They strongly suspected that it was because of the cold weather and excessive sweating.
The two of them thought for a moment, then worked even harder. Finally, Chen Yan kneaded out a smooth, softly shiny dough, happily placing it in a bowl and covering it with a towel.
It’s not that Tao Yingce is weak, but that he started slowly, and his weight was more than twice that of the other two.
By the time he finished kneading, his arms were shaking. He reluctantly put the dough into the basin and covered it with a towel, feeling a lingering fear: "This dough is really not easy to knead..."
Chen Yan agreed deeply: "Isn't it? I never felt this tired when I practiced riding, archery, swordplay, boxing and kicking on weekdays."
Lin Zhi twitched her lips, but she didn't say anything hurtful. She took advantage of the opportunity to stir-fry the ingredients she had found in the wok.
The people who were chatting and laughing didn't notice it, but Song Jiaoniang, who noticed it, thought Linzhi was roasting hazelnuts and walnuts as snacks.
After frying the hazelnuts and walnuts, Linzhi put sesame into the pot and fried it as well.
Then she put the above three ingredients into the grinding trough and ground them into fine particles. Then she moved them into a bowl, poured in rock honey, honey, sugar and flour and stirred them once or twice. Finally, she poured in a little rapeseed oil and stirred evenly.
The aroma of the nuts and the strange operation finally caught Song Jiaoniang's attention. She came over curiously and asked, "Sister Zhi, are you planning to make crispy candies?"
Last time, Linzhi made some crispy candies, the taste of which was so delicious that even the owner of Guo Silang Teahouse was amazed and wanted to ask his shop to supply them.
However, Linzhi had no way to split himself up and was not specialized in running a fruit shop, so he finally declined the request.
Song Jiaoniang looked at the ingredients and thought they were similar. She looked expectant, and then got another answer: "No, I plan to make fried slot machines."
"Are you making fried jiaozi? Great!" Song Jiaoniang's brows immediately lit up when she heard this: "No wonder I felt like something was missing just now. With these fried jiaozi, everything is complete."
"Eating something sweet will help calm Chen Lang down." Song Jiaoniang lowered her voice and muttered, "Look at the way he kneaded the dough just now. He's still angry."
No, she thinks she simply doesn't know how to rub it.
Lin Zhi muttered inwardly, but with a smile on her face, she nodded in agreement: "Yeah."
While the mother and daughter were grumbling in the kitchen, Lin Sen, who was taking care of the baby outside, felt exhausted. Seeing that his daughter hadn't come out yet, the task of guiding the two to wrap the dice naturally fell to him.
At first, Lin Sen thought it was a trivial matter.
He smiled and instructed the two: "Come, follow me, first poke a hole in the middle of the dough."
Lin Sen stretched out his hands to spread out the dough, rubbing it along the edges until it formed a large circle. "Here, it's about the right size."
"You guys...especially Tao Lang, your dough is really too big. You can also pinch off a piece and roll it into long strips, and then divide it into small pieces."
Everything was normal up to this point, but then the two curious kids started asking questions one after another: "What size do you want the strips to be?"
“Isn’t there a regulation on the size of the dose?”
"How big is the coin?"
"How thick is the coin skin? Don't you need to measure it?" Chen Yan was very serious and seemed to be planning to take a ruler to measure it.
Lin Sen: "...? There are no rules, right? It's fine as long as it looks similar."
“How can it be okay if it looks almost the same…”
"Let me measure the size of the dough you made, Uncle Lin!"
"Uncle Lin's work is not neat, and it's broken here." Tao Yingce picked up a piece of coin skin and showed it to Chen Yan.
Veins popped out on Lin Sen's forehead.
Chen Yan observed this and agreed. He picked up one too: "Look, this one's edges aren't smooth at all."
Lin Sen's forehead was covered with blue veins.
Lin Zhi was talking to Song Jiaoniang in the kitchen when she heard a roar from outside: "You two new recruits, stop looking around and do what I say!!!"
The mother and daughter stopped talking and looked at each other.
Song Jiaoniang lifted the curtain to take a look, then burst into a snicker. She lowered the curtain, turned back and said to Lin Zhi, "Don't pay attention to your father. He's only a mediocre kung fu master, and he still has the nerve to teach others. Now he's being picked on by Chen Lang and Tao Lang!"
Linzhi found it funny. She had just prepared all the sweet fillings, so she simply carried the food out.
As soon as the mother and daughter lifted the curtain and came out, they saw Lin Sen punching Chen Yan and Tao Yingce with two loud fists, which directly hit their eyes clear.
Lin Zhi: “…”
Song Jiaoniang: “…”
Then, Lin Sen said with a dark face: "Follow my movements."
He exerted force with his hands and slapped the dough into a pancake. Chen Yan and Tao Yingce inexplicably felt that they had become the dough. They trembled all over and obediently followed Lin Sen's example and slapped their own dough.
Lin Sen's anger subsided a little, and he nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, then pick up the dough and use the rolling pin to roll it... Hmm?"
He reached out to lift up the dough... lifted it up... but couldn't lift it up?
Lin Sen's expression froze, and he tried to pull the coin skin off with his fingers, but to no avail. Seeing Chen Yan and Tao Yingce holding the intact coin skin in their hands, looking at him curiously, cold sweat broke out on his back, and he hurriedly tried again.
This time I did get it off, but it was broken.
Lin Sen's expression froze, and Tao Yingce asked, "Uncle Lin, why are we doing things differently from you?"
This time, Linzhi and Song Jiaoniang really couldn't help themselves and burst into laughter.
After laughing for a long time, Lin Zhi came forward, grabbed a handful of flour and sprinkled it on the chopping board, saying with a smile: "Dad, sprinkle more flour on the chopping board to prevent sticking."
After that, she rolled the dough in the dry powder, then motioned the three people to look at her: "Be careful to use the palm of your hand."
Lin Zhi raised five fingers and gently pressed the flat dough with the palm of her hand, then showed it to the three people: "It's done when it's pressed to this degree."
In one go, she pressed the dough into small round cakes. Then Lin Zhi picked up the rolling pin and said, "The next step is the most important one."
Lin Zhi gestured for the three to watch her movements carefully. "With one hand, gently hold the dough wrapper and rotate it gently. With the other hand, use a rolling pin to press down on the edges. Remember to make sure the middle is slightly thicker. Apply force evenly, and start slowly at the beginning."
Under the gaze of the three people, Lin Zhi's hands moved lightly, and her hands coordinated seamlessly. In the blink of an eye, she rolled out a round piece of dough.
It looks so simple!
Unlike Lin Sen, who had already wrapped a stack of dimes, and knew that rolling dimes was not as easy as it looked, Chen Yan and Tao Yingce were full of energy, and started to immerse themselves in rolling dimes with rolling pins.
The first one...why is it square?
The second picture...why is one side thick and the other side thin?
The third one...is not only square, but also thick on one side and thin on the other :)
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When Chen Yan and Tao Yingce were engaged in a tough battle, Lin Zhi had already piled up a pile of coin skins of uniform size and thickness.
Even when the three of them weren't noticing, she had already started wrapping the sugar-filled dim sum. She placed the dough in the palm of her hand, supported it with her tiger's mouth, and then scooped up a spoonful of sugar filling and slowly stuffed it in.
Fold the corner skin in half, then push it inward from one side, repeating to create an effect similar to half a braid, and then it is done when it is pushed to the other side and completely closed.
By the time the three of them had finished kneading the dough for three cylinders and a pile of dim sum skins had piled up in front of them, Linzhi had also prepared all the raw dough for fried dim sum.
She placed the fried dumplings on a separate plate and continued to instruct Chen Yan and Tao Yingce: "Put the filling slightly thicker in the center. Don't be too greedy, otherwise the dough will break during cooking."
After a pause, seeing Chen Yan put a little bit of stuffing and was about to pinch it, Lin Zhi added: "Don't put too little, otherwise it will feel like eating dough and it will be very bland."
After doing this and that for a full half hour, they finally completed the task. Looking at the table full of dimes, everyone felt a great sense of accomplishment.
Lin Zhi smiled and said, "Do you want to make two bowls to try, or take them home to share?"
Chen Yan smiled and said, "Let's cook two bowls and try them!"
Tao Yingce thought for a moment and said, "I'll just try Yan Ge'er's and take the rest back."
Lin Zhi responded with a smile and went in with a few things. Soon, two bowls of dim sum were served, but what surprised the two was that Lin Zhi did not come out.
"Sister Zhi, don't you want to try it?" Chen Yan tasted his own coin. The outer skin was chewy and smooth, and the filling was fresh and sweet. Although he knew that most of the credit should go to Lin Zhi, as long as he thought that this was a coin he made by himself, Chen Yan couldn't control his pride and wanted to show off.
"Sister Zhi is doing something else." As soon as Song Jiaoniang finished speaking, the sizzling sound of something falling into the frying pan and the splashing sound of oil could be heard from the kitchen.
Chen Yan was stunned and looked at the three people beside him hesitantly: "Is this the sound of something exploding?"
Tao Yingce nodded, then looked at Lin Sen. Lin Sen also nodded, then looked at Song Jiaoniang.
Song Jiaoniang nodded with a smile, but she was mysterious. She didn't give any answer even though the three people asked her in turn. She just told them to wait a moment.
As the aroma of oil grew stronger and the sound of frying gradually became lighter, a hand gently lifted the curtain and Linzhi came out holding a plate.
"It turns out to be fried corn!" Lin Sen, Chen Yan and Tao Yingce all looked at the golden fried food on the plate, and said with a smile.
"That expression on your face isn't right," Song Jiaoniang said unconvincedly. "You'll know once you take a bite!"
The fried rice dumplings made in the market are mainly made with red bean paste, and occasionally some shops will mix sesame seeds in it to enhance the aroma. As for the fried rice dumplings made with ingredients such as coconut flakes that have to be transported from Lingnan, they can only be eaten in larger restaurants and hotels.
But Song Jiaoniang forgot that Chen Yan and Tao Yingce were not ordinary people, but were from the yamen, and the fried dough sticks they ate at home were really generous with the ingredients.
However, the two of them didn't say anything, thinking that they would definitely show surprise when they needed it later.
Lin Zhi didn't know what they were thinking. She put the plate on the table and said with a smile, "Come and try it. It's sweet fried dough sticks."
After a pause, she reminded: "Be careful of the heat."
Tao Yingce picked up the chopsticks and picked up a fried dough stick. The dough stick was round and plump, and the skin was fried golden, but there were some bumps on the surface, which affected its appearance.
This may be a normal thing in other places, but it is rare in Linzhi.
Tao Yingce thought that maybe it was done on a whim, so he didn't have such high requirements for appearance.
But if that was the case, his original expectation would disappear completely. He guessed it would probably be filled with red bean paste...right?
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