Chapter 215 White Radish and Soft-Boiled Eggs
"Come and try the oden I made and see how it tastes."
Sang Yu didn't take this matter to heart at all and asked everyone to sit down and eat.
Rather than wanting to cancel the childhood engagement she had just heard about, she wanted to know more about what the original oden tasted like, whether it was delicious, and whether it would suit everyone's taste.
After hearing her words, the few people who were originally feeling a little lost suddenly came to their senses and sat down one after another.
All kinds of vegetables and soy products in the basin are soaked in the clear amber soup, and they look like skewers that have not been strung together without the addition of dogwood powder.
Sang Yu took out a handful of previously shaved bamboo sticks and distributed them to everyone: "Come on, put whatever you want to eat on the bamboo sticks and put it in your own bowl. Then scoop some soup on it. You must drink soup when eating oden."
After saying that, she took the lead in demonstrating, using bamboo sticks and spoons to put a skewer of each ingredient, and finally scooped a spoonful of soup and poured it on the skewer.
If you ask Sang Yu what she likes most when eating oden, it must be the soft and tasty white radish. She picked up the skewer with the white radish and took a bite.
The white radish that has been stewed for a long time has a crystal clear texture. It is soft and has no fiber feeling when you bite it. The inside is full of umami soup, and it melts in your mouth like soft tofu.
The rice added during pre-cooking completely removes the spicy and astringent taste of the radish, leaving only its most natural sweet taste.
The whole piece of white radish is like a sponge, fully absorbing the umami of the broth. Its own sweetness and umami are deeply integrated to form a rich and mellow flavor.
"Hmm, so delicious!" Sang Yu couldn't help but exclaim. The base soup made purely from the ingredients themselves cannot be compared with the fast-moving consumer goods in convenience stores.
Xie Qiujin used a spoon to scoop a boiled egg for Mrs. Shi. Eggs are good things in themselves and are easy for the elderly to chew.
After being soaked for a long time, the outer layer of the egg white is soaked in the soup and takes on a light amber color.
Old Mrs. Shi poked the egg white with chopsticks, and the semi-solidified runny egg yolk inside slowly overflowed, with a golden color.
Pick up half an egg and put it in your mouth. The first thing you feel is the runny egg yolk, which is as delicate as cream, dense and smooth, sweet inside with a rich egg fat aroma.
The sweetness of the soup completely penetrates into the egg white, making the egg white different from the bland boiled eggs. It is full of salty and fresh flavor, and the texture is elastic yet tender.
Sang Yongjing, who likes to eat with dogwood powder the most, seems to be a little uninterested among the people who are eating happily.
Although he believed that Sang Yu's cooking skills were not bad, he could tell from the color of the soup in front of him that the taste must be very light. He still preferred stronger-tasting food.
Everything is ready, and it would be a shame not to try it. With the idea that something is better than nothing, Sang Yongjing picked up a bunch of ingredients that he was very familiar with - konjac knots.
During this period of time, he has gone from being unfamiliar with konjac to being accustomed to it, all thanks to Sang Yu who cooks it in different ways every day.
The first thing you notice when you put the konjac knot in your mouth is its familiar elastic and chewy texture.
However, unlike the previous konjac which had a flavor determined by whatever seasoning was added, the konjac knot cooked in oden released a burst of delicious soup the moment he bit into it.
The fresh soup wrapped inside makes the konjac knot taste a bit like "tender and crispy" when chewed, giving him a different kind of satisfaction.
It seems...it tastes pretty good?
A large pot of oden was soon cleared out as the six of us kept reaching out to take skewers of it.
After eating, have a bowl of fresh soup to moisten your stomach, and you will feel as comfortable as a living god.
Sang Yongjing wiped the soup from his mouth, sipped his drink twice, and said with emotion: "Yu'er, your oden is so delicious. It will surely be as popular as skewers."
"Actually, oden should be eaten hot. In winter, a hot bite warms your body. This pot just now got cold at the end, so it didn't taste as good as it did at the beginning."
Sang Yu was still a little dissatisfied. She heated it up before serving it. It tasted good at first, but became a little cold at the end.
It seems that if she wants to give the oden to Liu Mao to sell, she has to remind him not to forget to keep heating it.
You can also imitate the vendor selling wontons and use a "艹"-shaped bamboo piece as a partition and put various foods in it to soak and cook.
She was thinking about filling in the gaps in every aspect, but suddenly she heard a cry.
"Sister—you guys were enjoying the delicious food and you didn't even call me!"
Sang Xinghao, who usually would not go home unless he played outside and rang the gong, came home early for once because Zhao Baoer was called home.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw several people sitting in the pavilion. There was an empty bowl of soup on the table in the middle. I started crying in grievance.
The family, who had just finished eating and still had a little oil on the corners of their mouths, looked at each other, with a hint of guilt in their eyes. They really had forgotten about him.
Sang Yu coughed lightly: "Ahem, Hao'er, why did you come back so early today? Did something happen?"
Sang Xinghao originally thought that his elder sister came to comfort him, but he didn't expect her to change the subject right away. He felt even more aggrieved, and his fake crying, which had been loud but soft, was almost about to burst into tears.
Seeing this, Sang Yu stopped teasing him and picked him up, coaxing him softly: "Sister is just teasing you. I've saved a portion for you in the kitchen. Men don't cry easily. If you cry again, I won't give you any."
Hearing this, he stopped crying, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, hugged Sang Yu, and whispered: "I knew that my sister was the best."
After finishing such a big pot of oden, there was no need to have dinner. The family brought small stools, sat around the basin and started to scrape the fish scales and remove the internal organs.
I originally thought of going to the stream to deal with it, but Sang Yu changed his mind and thought that at this time, many families were preparing to cook, and they might be washing vegetables and rice by the stream.
If they were to process the fish scales and internal organs upstream now, they would easily be found and scolded in person.
So he dug out the largest basins in the house, filled them with water, poured the caught fish into them, and processed them on the spot.
These wild-grown fish are very active and have strong vitality. After being dehydrated and brought back, many of them are still jumping around when put back into the water.
Sang Yu scraped off the fish scales with a kitchen knife while reminding him, "First, pick out the ones that are not very active. If you can't finish the active ones today, you can keep them overnight."
If the fish is dead, the meat will not taste good.
Obviously, there were not that many knives at home, so the family formed a relatively simple but smooth production line around the basin.
Sang Yu and Sang Yongjing were responsible for removing the scales and opening the belly, Sang Xingjia and Xie Qiujin were responsible for removing the internal organs, and Mrs. Shi, Xiao Zhao and Sang Xinghao were responsible for rinsing the fish and cleaning it.
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