Chapter 160 Cold Pot Skewers
Normally, chili peppers are indispensable for making red oil, but Sang Yu couldn't find any trace of chili peppers after searching several markets, so he just kept things simple.
After the pot is hot, pour in soybean oil and heat it until it starts to smoke, then move the firewood aside.
When the oil temperature drops slightly, add ginger slices, green onion segments, minced garlic, and coriander roots, and fry slowly over low heat until all the spices are browned. Remove the waste residue and keep the oil for later use.
Wash and dry the ceramic basin, put in a large amount of cornus officinalis powder, pour in about one third of hot oil, stir quickly and evenly to prevent the oil temperature from being too high and burnt.
When the oil temperature drops, pour pepper powder, sugar and salt into the bowl, then pour in one third of hot oil and stir evenly.
Then wait for the oil temperature to drop a little, pour all the remaining oil into the bowl, and continue stirring to thoroughly stimulate the aroma.
Then immediately sprinkle in sesame seeds to enhance the flavor, cover with a lid and set aside to allow the aroma to fully blend and penetrate into the oil.
I don’t know what the final taste of this large pot of chili oil made from dogwood powder will be, but it is enough to last for ten days or so.
At this time, you can put the skewers into the pot one by one and cook them. Put the harder-to-cook ones in first, and put the easier-to-cook ones in later.
Sang Yu did not forget to put a dozen strings of konjac slices in the gaps between them. The ingredients seemed to be very solid, and three slices on a bamboo skewer seemed very crowded.
Once everything is cooked, remove it and place it on a plate to cool, and now it's time to mix everything together.
Find a larger ceramic bowl, clean it, pour in the warm broth, add the fried chili oil, rice vinegar, salt and sugar and mix well.
Add mashed garlic and fried white sesame seeds and mix well. You can use a small spoon to scoop a little soup to taste it.
Make sure the soup is saltier than the soup you usually drink, so that the flavor of the skewers will not be diluted when soaking.
All you have to do next is wait for the soup to cool down and soak all the skewers in it. They will become more flavorful after overnight.
After Sang Yu finished making the soup, she put it aside to wait for it to cool down, wiped the water stains on her hands, and went outside to chat with her family.
Before going to bed, she soaked all the skewers in a basin of soup, making sure the soup covered the skewers, then covered the lid and went to sleep peacefully.
The next morning, before the roosters crowed to wake up the sleeping Sang Yu, she heard several faint calls, as if someone was calling her name from somewhere.
As soon as this thought came to her mind, she was suddenly frightened and woke up instantly, and then found that the sound came from her door.
She slowly moved to the door, opened it, and saw Sang Yongjing lying by the window with his ear pressed against it, still calling softly: "Yu'er—Yu'er—"
"..." Was her father half asleep? Or was she still asleep?
For a moment, Sang Yu didn't know whether he was awake or still dreaming to see such a wonderful sight.
"Dad, do you have something to talk to me about?" Sang Yu's slightly hoarse voice sounded behind him, almost scaring Sang Yongjing to the ground.
Fortunately, he maintained his posture and did not embarrass himself in front of his daughter.
He was stunned for a moment before remembering Sang Yu's question. He nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, we are going to set up a stall today. Do we need to prepare in advance?"
"There's nothing to prepare." Sang Yu scratched his head, feeling that there was more than enough time.
"It's the first day, and I don't know how things will go, so I'd better go early." Sang Yongjing has set up a stall once or twice now, and he knows how hard it is to make money.
This makes sense. Besides, I've already been woken up, so why should I go back to sleep for another nap?
Sang Yu nodded gently: "Okay, I'll wash up and come right back."
Sang Yongjing thought his actions were quiet and silent, but in fact, almost the entire family except Sang Xinghao was woken up.
When Sang Yu packed up and went out, she saw Sang Yongjing and Sang Xingjia standing together at the kitchen door.
"Why don't you go in first?" She was a little surprised, thinking that the pot of cold pot skewers had already been brought out.
"Hehe, it's not that we wouldn't dare to move these things rashly if you weren't here, Yu'er." Sang Yongjing smiled innocently and moved aside to make way.
...That's the truth. Sang Yu did have a clear rule that these two kitchen killers were absolutely not allowed to enter unless they got her permission.
Even Sang Xinghao was allowed to enter the kitchen to help add firewood, but these two were strictly prohibited. It is conceivable how much damage they could cause to the kitchen.
Sang Yu really didn't want to see the scene of lighting a whole bundle of hay or burning a pot of rice.
"Dad, come with me and help bring it up. Big brother, you can catch it up there."
The big pot of cold skewers with soup was too heavy. It was okay for her to carry it on the ground, but she felt a little helpless when going up and down the stairs with one hand, so it was a good opportunity for them to help.
It was too early, even the sky was not yet light. Sang Yu lit the oil lamp and slowly went down into the cellar, followed closely by Sang Yongjing.
The temperature in the cellar was much lower than outside. As soon as he stood firm, Sang Yu couldn't help rubbing his arms. He was afraid that he would have to wear cotton clothes when winter came, otherwise he would easily catch a cold.
The large pot of cold skewers with a lid was placed deep in the corner of the cellar. The outer shell of the pot felt cold to the touch, like touching a piece of ice.
"Dad, be careful when you serve the soup," Sang Yu reminded softly. Before Sang Yongjing could be comforted by his daughter's concern, she added, "Don't spill the soup."
“…” He was thinking too much.
A large basin with a lid was passed steadily from the cellar to Sang Xingjia's hands, who placed it steadily on the table next to him.
Sang Yu, who was one step behind and came up last, thought that they would not be able to help but lift the lid to take a look first, but she did not expect that the two of them looked at her with anticipation, as if they were waiting for the teacher to distribute snacks.
There was nothing much to say. She gently lifted the lid of the pot, and a fresh, fragrant and spicy aroma instantly wafted out.
The three people, including Sang Yu, subconsciously sniffed and found it smelled very fragrant.
Sang Yongjing, who loves spicy food, couldn't help swallowing his saliva. Normally, cold food has no taste, but why does the bowl in front of him smell so good?
Seeing the greedy looks of the two, Sang Yu laughed, took a few plates from the side, and picked up a few skewers of different kinds with chopsticks and put them into the bowl.
"Here, how about you help me taste it first?" Afraid that they wouldn't eat it, she still found an excuse.
With her words, the father and son naturally went along with it. After taking the skewers, they didn't even pick up the chopsticks. They picked up the skewers with oil and soup and stuffed them into their mouths.
Sang Yu also took a bunch of pig skin, took a small bite, and was instantly amazed by the soft and chewy texture of the pig skin.
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