Chapter 139 Pork Wontons
After asking for the grandmother's opinion, the family found a wonton stall and sat down at an empty table next to the stall.
Sang Yu thought that due to the variety of vegetables and transportation conditions, there should not be many types of wontons to choose from. However, when he asked carefully, he was surprised.
Meat filling is indispensable, unlike the monotonous type of meat in later generations, the meat filling here is a mixture of multiple meats.
The vegetarian fillings are mainly seasonal vegetables, and there are also some wild vegetable wontons.
Unlike Sang Yu who was surprised, the others quickly chose their favorite flavors. Sang Yu followed suit and ordered a pork-filled one.
While waiting for her food to be served, she looked around curiously.
The stalls in Area A are generally no different from those in the other areas, except that every few stalls there is a snack stall occupying about two to three stalls.
In addition to the stall set up by the stall owner, there are five or six tables, chairs and benches next to it.
Watching this scene, Sang Yu thought, since they occupied more stalls, they should have to pay more commercial taxes than others, and...
If she guessed correctly, these stalls should not be allocated according to the order of first come first served each day, otherwise it would be exhausting to move so many tables, chairs and benches back and forth.
It seems that running this snack stand is not that easy.
She was lost in thought as her gaze slowly settled on the large pot emitting white mist. Beneath the pot sat a small stove, similar to a coal stove, with a fire burning brightly.
After the water in the pot boiled, the stall owner lifted the wooden lid and put the wontons freshly wrapped on the round bamboo mat into the pot in batches.
Only then did Sang Yu realize that the iron pot was not empty. There was a piece of bamboo in the shape of a Chinese character "艹" that divided the space inside the pot into six parts.
In this way, by simply putting different wontons into the pot in order, you can cook six servings at a time, which greatly speeds up the serving of the food.
It turns out that we cannot underestimate anyone. Any wonton seller can come up with this tool to quickly improve efficiency.
The wonton skin is thin and the meat filling is not much, so it cooks quickly. During the cooking process, the stall owner takes a bowl and starts to add seasoning.
Sang Yu stared at her movements intently, trying to learn something from them.
After the six bowls were placed separately up and down, the stall owner took out a handful of dried shrimps and chopped green onions from the wooden box on the table and sprinkled them evenly among the six bowls.
Then add a small spoonful of salt, half a spoonful of lard, and a spoonful of dark brown liquid of unknown origin.
Then use a colander to scoop up the wontons floating on the water and pour them into a bowl, then scoop a full spoonful of the original soup for cooking the wontons. As the boiling hot soup is poured in, a fragrance instantly spreads.
Six bowls of steaming wontons were served on the table, and the stall owner didn't forget to greet them: "Dear guests, would you like some dogwood powder and vinegar?"
Sang Yongjing was naturally the first to respond: "Give me half a spoonful of dogwood powder."
Others also wanted to add dogwood powder or vinegar, but Sang Yu didn't say anything.
The lard at the bottom of the bowl melts instantly when it comes into contact with the boiling soup, forming golden oil droplets floating on the surface of the light white soup base.
She used a spoon to evenly mix the seasoning and soup at the bottom of the bowl, blew on the steaming hot soup, and slowly took a sip.
The first taste was not as she expected, the fishy smell dominated and instantly filled her mouth.
The soup base, coated with golden oil, slides across the tip of the tongue. The salty and fresh taste of the shrimp skin blends with the light fruity flavor, which neutralizes the already small amount of fishy smell of lard, leaving only the fresh taste.
Hiss, Sang Yu frowned slightly. How did she do that? Could it be related to that spoonful of secret sauce?
Use a spoon to scoop up a small wonton. The hand-rolled wonton skin is only a thin layer, and after being cooked, the light can be transmitted through to reveal the filling inside.
When you take a bite, the wonton skin, as thin as gauze, instantly turns into soft rice paste, which seems to slide down your throat without chewing.
The meat filling is firm and chewy. The moment you bite it, the fat and lean pork will burst out with hot juice, mixed with the aroma of minced ginger and lard, which explodes on your tongue.
It still doesn't have that fishy smell, and it is definitely a delicacy that Sang Yu ranks top in his heart.
Seeing her sit there motionless after taking a bite of the wonton, Sang Xingjia beside her asked with concern: "Why don't you eat it? Don't you like the taste? I haven't touched mine yet, let me exchange it with you."
Sang Yu finally came to his senses and shook his head slightly: "No, I just can't understand why the pork in this wonton doesn't have that fishy smell."
She could taste a light fruity aroma in the soup base. Could it be that the stall owner had found some fruit that could be added to the soup to remove the fishy smell of pork?
"Then... I'll go ask the stall owner?" Sang Xingjia was a little hesitant. He wanted to help his sister answer her doubts, but he didn't know whether the stall owner was willing to tell him.
"No, you can't just ask about other people's secret methods casually." Sang Yu quickly stopped him.
Even in this information age where all kinds of so-called family secret recipes can be easily found on the Internet, there are still people who keep their secret recipes secret from others and do not make them public.
What's more, we live in an era where a skill can be passed down from generation to generation and support a family.
Not to mention asking casually, even if you want to become an apprentice and learn skills, people will look down on you.
After finishing a big bowl of wontons and drinking up all the soup, the whole family was very satisfied.
Sang Yu counted out ninety copper coins and was about to pay when Sang Xingjia, who was standing beside him, took them and stood up: "I'll pay."
How could she not know that he wanted to take the opportunity to ask her about what she had said before while paying? She simply let him go, with a glimmer of hope in her heart that maybe he would ask her the answer.
However, there are not so many good things in the world. Sang Xingjia handed the money to the stall owner and asked something, but the stall owner just took the money, smiled and shook his head without saying anything.
He was shy and seeing the other party like this, he didn't ask any more questions. He lowered his head and sat back at the table.
As if she had no idea why he had just gone there, Sang Yu brought up something else: "I just saw someone selling vegetable seedlings on the street. Let's buy some later."
Sang Yongjing felt something was amiss: "Yu'er, although I don't know how to farm, we haven't even dug the land yet and we're already buying seedlings. Isn't this the right order?"
"Dad is right. Normally, we should first plow and prepare the land we want to plant, and then go buy the seedlings. This will ensure that the seedlings won't die from being dehydrated for too long."
Sang Yu nodded in agreement. Seeing his puzzled expression, she smiled and continued to explain, "But firstly, the land we want to plant is not big, so a simple turning of the soil will be enough. Secondly, don't forget that we have a cellar at home."
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