Su Qingluan moved closer to examine the ice cube carefully. She saw that beneath the crystal clear surface, there was a white and opaque mist inside the ice cube.
When she touched it lightly, the ice cube was still a little sticky. Su Qingluan realized that the ice cube was even more frozen than she had imagined.
She couldn't help but be amazed: I had read in a book that the ancients had their own way of storing ice, which could be used from spring to winter. I didn't expect it to be true.
She smiled and nodded at Xu Yuanwei: "Thank you for your hard work, Master Chef."
Turn around and start preparing the batter for frying ice cubes.
She added some flour to the beaten eggs, beating and stirring until the batter was very thick, even enough for chopsticks to stand on.
At the same time, he put the iron pot on the stove and poured most of the soybean oil that Manager Liang had brought into the pot.
Then he took the green onion and ginger next to him. He originally wanted to break up the whole piece of ginger, but then he paused, rolled his eyes, and a sly smile appeared on his face. In the end, he only cut off a small thin slice as big as the tip of a thumb and threw it into the oil.
Su Qingluan turned around and took the ice cubes, brushed away the small pieces around them, and took the larger piece in the middle. She used a knife to cut off the melted edges around it, leaving a piece of ice slightly larger than an egg.
Su Qingluan first rolled dry flour on the surface of the ice. The slightly melted ice formed a thin layer of water film, which quickly wet the flour and formed a layer of batter.
Su Qingluan then wrapped the ice cube thickly with the thick batter made with eggs, and then sprinkled a layer of dry flour on the outside of the thick batter.
After being wrapped in three layers inside and outside, the ice cube that was originally the size of an egg has become almost the size of a fist.
At this time, Su Qingluan turned around and looked at the ginger slices in the oil pan. She saw a layer of fine foam on its surface, and the originally light yellow surface slowly began to turn brown.
Su Qingluan placed her hands on the surface of the oil pan, felt the temperature, and then gently and slowly slid the ice cube covered with thick flour paste down the wall of the pan.
The moment it slid into the oil pan, fine bubbles emerged on the surface of the ice cube covered with flour paste, and the oil pan began to churn and occasionally explode with a "crackling" sound.
During the whole process, all the kitchen helpers who had no work to do, including Manager Liang, looked at Su Qingluan, marveling at her.
Shopkeeper Liang strolled over to Xu Yuanwei and sighed with a smile, "I wonder how my niece could have such a brilliant idea to wrap ice cubes like this and fry them—but how could the ice cubes not melt like this?"
He naturally didn't know that modern people, who no longer have to worry about food and drink, have developed all kinds of strange foods, one of which is "fried ice cream", which is similar to the problem posed by the naughty child today.
Xu Yuanwei stared at Su Qingluan's movements, his expression somewhat unpredictable. "Miss Su, wrap the batter thickly. This will prevent the high temperature from frying from reaching the inside. Furthermore, if you precisely control the frying time, you can prevent the ice inside from melting."
Sure enough, as if to confirm Xu Yuanwei's words, Su Qingluan picked up the colander and quickly flipped the ice cubes wrapped in batter so that the surface was quickly fried to a golden brown, until a layer of crispy crust formed on the surface.
While the food was frying, she even took the time to garnish the plate with a few leaves, then placed the golden-fried ice cubes in the center of the plate. With the slightly sizzling crust, Su Qingluan skillfully picked up the plate with years of experience. "Uncle Liang, let's serve the food quickly. This can't wait, it might melt if we're not."
As she spoke, she quickly walked out of the kitchen, leaving everyone behind.
But in this situation, no one blamed her for being too impatient - after all, there was a little devil in front of her who was not easy to deal with.
Shopkeeper Liang turned around and instructed Xu Yuanwei: "Master Xu, please stay in the kitchen. I'll go to the front to take a look first." As the shopkeeper of Hongfulou, he really couldn't hand over all the risks to a little girl like Su Qingluan.
Thinking of this, he took two steps at a time and followed out.
Xu Yuanwei stared at Su Qingluan's departing figure, his expression changing from gloomy to bright. At this moment, Qian Liushi came over attentively and handed over a handkerchief: "Master Xu, would you like to wipe your sweat?"
Xu Yuanwei didn't respond, but only murmured: "I am indeed inferior to Su Qingluan in some ways..."
The words were barely a whisper, but Qian Liu was nearby and heard them all. His expression suddenly changed, and he glared outwards with hatred.
But Su Qingluan took two steps at a time and walked around the waiters and customers coming and going in Hongfu Building, and brought the "fried ice cubes" to the naughty boy Xie Zian as quickly as possible.
"Thank you, young master. Please have some of the 'fried ice cubes' you requested." Su Qingluan pushed the fist-sized piece over and made a "please eat" gesture.
"..." Xie Zian probably never thought that such a bizarre request as "fried ice cubes" would actually be made. He stared blankly at the fist-sized lump at first, and when Su Qingluan pushed the plate in front of him, he pointed at the plate in disbelief, "How am I supposed to use such a big piece?"
Su Qingluan's face was full of respect and seriousness, with a hint of grievance: "But didn't you say 'any piece' would be fine?"
"..." Young Master Xie was speechless, because he really said that!
Moreover, today he was here to pick a fight in public, and for this purpose he didn't even go to the private room on the second floor!
In front of so many diners in the first floor hall, he couldn't shut up and deny it. Young Master Xie's face turned red and white, and after a moment he snorted coldly: "How do I know if it's really ice in there?"
"Young Master, just try it and you'll know. Or is it..." Su Qingluan deliberately put on an expression that said "Oh, I get it," "Young Master Xie, you're making up all sorts of excuses just because you don't want to eat a bite of that fried ice cube. Are you trying to wait until the ice cube is completely melted so you can deny it?"
After all, Xie Zian was only a boy of eleven or twelve years old, and his emotions were written all over his face. He didn't look like the kind of person who had too many thoughts, so when Su Qingluan retorted, his face immediately turned red.
At this time, Shopkeeper Liang, who had been lagging behind, also rushed over and quickly tried to smooth things over. "Thank you, young master. My friend is very straightforward. You are a noble and magnanimous person. You will definitely not bother with a common girl."
The two of them sang the same tune, leaving Xie Zian speechless - in the final analysis, this naughty kid wasn't thick-skinned enough, nor was he hard-hearted enough, so he could only shift his attention back to the "fried ice cubes" in front of him.
In fact, he himself was a little curious. It was just a sudden idea of his, so how did it come about?
Children are always curious, so he asked the servant to get him a handkerchief to wash his hands. He tried to pick up the flat object on the plate with chopsticks, but he couldn't.
So he sighed, picked it up with his bare hands and took a bite -
Then, the young master's taste buds, which had been pampered for more than ten years, felt like they had been abused like never before.
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