Chapter 51 Jinjiang First Release Chapter 51 Fang Wu Suspects the Fang Family...
Fortunately, Qinglong and Fang Shu remembered where to focus their efforts and didn't discuss too much about husband-wife matters. They stirred furiously, finally managing to whip the egg whites so white they could even hold chopsticks upright.
He hadn't made the red bean paste filling yet, but Yu Qinglong remembered it wasn't difficult. The hard part was the outer shell, but as long as he could get that right, everything else would be easy.
That's right, he plans to make snow-coated bean paste.
This is a dessert he has loved since he was a child. His grandmother makes it very well and has her own method, which he has watched countless times.
The difficulty now was that the flour here wasn't the refined flour he'd eaten in modern times; it wasn't white enough, and the starch wasn't what he'd seen. There weren't any potatoes or corn here, at least not to him. Instead, people here used more starch and mung bean flour.
So for now, he can only try using whole egg whites for the shell. As for the red bean paste balls inside, he uses the local pure flour to coat them. After all, they are inside the egg whites, so it doesn't affect the appearance. The main point is to separate the egg whites from the red bean paste.
Yu Qinglong added some cooking oil to the pot—not freshly boiled, but some he already had. He'd been worried about using up all the oil at home, so he'd decided to boil more. After all, his experiment probably wouldn't work in just one try.
Fang Shu then added some firewood.
Yu Qinglong scooped a spoonful of egg white paste into the pan, and it quickly floated up. He flipped it with chopsticks to prevent it from over-frying. After frying it for a while, he took it out and started frying the next one. The next one was noticeably darker than the first, probably because the oil temperature was much higher.
He tried another one, and it was even deeper than the first. The fire on this big stove was hard to control. But when he poked it, it was clear that every one was cooked. He sprinkled some sugar on top, but it wasn't very finely ground. He pounded it a little more and it was much better.
"Mom, would you like to try one?"
"Is this really delicious?" Fang Wu thought it was a bit magical. The egg white was originally colorless, but it turned white after beating it?
"It's delicious. If you're worried, I'll eat one first." Yu Qinglong ate the one that was punctured and gave another to Fang Shu to try. "How is it?"
"Delicious," Fang Shu said. "Soft and sweet. What's it called?"
"I don't know what this is called, but the finished product can't be like this. It's too simple."
"Is this easy?" Fang Wu said, "Just smoking this porridge can make people tired and dumbfounded. Look at how sweaty you two are."
"What are you doing? Let me try it too." Fang Dingman came over to join in the fun. After taking a bite, he immediately felt that the taste was amazing. "Come on, old woman, try it too. I've never tasted something like this before. It's a bit like the cotton in a quilt."
Fang Wu ate it and found it really delicious. It was very soft, fragrant and sweet, which was very satisfying.
Two per person is just right.
Yu Qinglong made eight balls in total. Normally, his grandmother would use eight eggs to make ten balls of snow-coated red bean paste, which he would share with his neighbors or classmates, satisfying his craving without feeling greasy.
Today he fried four egg whites, mainly to try whether he could achieve the desired effect, and to see to what extent they would collapse after being taken out of the oil pan and cooled.
The result was okay, within his acceptable range.
The most important thing is the soft texture created by beating the egg whites. It would be even better if it could be made into a cake, but that's too difficult and he doesn't know how to do it.
The problem is how to control the temperature.
"Mom, you said you want to fry it until it's the same color as the first one. How do you control the heat?"
"Then put less oil in first. After frying one, add another spoonful of oil. When it cools down, fry the next one, right? But you have to be careful when adding firewood. Don't add firewood that burns too easily. It will burn brightly as soon as you add it. You have to control it. Next time you fry, mother will help you light the fire. Shu'er doesn't understand these things. Asking him to help you light the fire will only cause trouble."
"I didn't expect him to explode a color. I won't add it next time." Fang Shu said, "If Long Ge asks me to add it, I will add it."
"Don't worry, just focus on your studies." Fang Wu's tone was full of disdain. "You can't do anything else."
"Mom is right," Yu Qinglong said, "Don't try to quibble."
"Okay, okay, I'll go study." Fang Shu stood up, patted his clothes, and said with a smile, "If you don't know, you'd think I was the one who married in."
"What did you say?!" Fang Wu's heart skipped a beat.
She couldn't help but think of the words she had heard in the woodshed before: "How could I resist your seduction?" "Next time, let's try something different"...
No, no, it's the other way around!
But her son-in-law is really tall, not much shorter than her son. These two...
Although a man cannot make a girl bear children, she seems to have heard that a powerful man can give her husband to...
Oh my God!
Fang Wu suddenly felt a little dizzy and looked dazed.
Yu Qinglong saw Fang Wu's unhappy face and said with a smile, "Mother, he's just talking nonsense. Let him study. I'll make some red bean paste this afternoon and try it again."
Fang Wushi seemed not to have heard and was stunned for a long time before she said, "Yeah."
Yu Qinglong focused his attention on the matter between Fang Shu and Xue Yi Dou Sha, and no longer paid attention to Fang Wu.
The idea of making snow-coated red bean paste has been initially proven to be feasible. Since no one here has ever seen properly made snow-coated red bean paste, there's no comparison. As long as he makes something similar, the taste will be fine. At worst, he can adjust the presentation and create some meaningful meaning.
Yu Qinglong soaked the red beans and saw that there was nothing he could do to help in the kitchen, so he went back to the house to tidy up things.
Starting tomorrow, he and Fang Shu would go to Shangxi Village to study together. Fang Shu had said he wanted to accompany him, and his family hadn't stopped him. He would study medicine, and Fang Shu would study his own. They wouldn't interfere with each other's studies, and they would just be companions. It was a wonderful thought.
At noon, the red beans were ready. Yu Qinglong asked Fang Wu how much water to add to the boiled beans so that they wouldn't be watery. Fang Wu told him while she cooked the beans for him.
Yu Qinglong let the cooked beans air dry, then ground them into a paste with a small stone mill. He then fried them with a little oil and added some sugar. He didn't make them overly sweet. After letting them cool, he rolled them into balls, coated them in flour, and repeated the same process from that morning, whipping the egg whites.
This time he scooped up the paste with a spoon, scooping more than in the morning, turning the spoon as he scooped, trying to shape the paste into a ball, then stuffed the red bean paste dumplings rolled in flour into it, sealed the top with a little more paste, and fried it.
Fang Shu came running back to wait. This time, it had red bean paste filling, and it smelled even better than the one he had this morning. This guy just loved sweet things.
Yu Qinglong made thirteen this time. He used ten eggs. Fang Shu and I made them together. After we finished, we tried them. They were even better than what we made this morning!
"It's different with the fillings, it tastes fragrant and sweet." Fang Wu also thought it was delicious, but she felt a little sad. She had used more than ten chickens that day, which was a huge waste.
In the past, she wouldn't have thought so. But this time, Yang Feng had caused her to spend a lot of money. Although it was her son's money, it was also from the Fang family! It was not easy for a child to save money. Besides, the three hundred taels had not yet been collected.
Yu Qinglong probably guessed what his mother-in-law was thinking, but he couldn't become fat in one bite, so problems had to be solved one by one.
He asked, "Mom, when does our family start the autumn harvest?"
Fang Wu said, "It'll probably take more than half a month. Why are you asking this?"
Yu Qinglong said: "I have thought of a way to make money. I want to finish some of it before the autumn harvest so that I can help during the harvest."
Fang Wu asked, "What method?"
Yu Qinglong said: "Write a story."
Fang Wu: “…” It sounds unreliable.
I went to see what my son's attitude was and found that he was looking up at the clouds in the sky.
That was for sure, her husband was dreaming.
If writing stories to make money was that easy, wouldn't Yan Xikuan and Ma Qinsui have been writing stories long ago? And to write stories, one needs to know a lot of characters, right? But when she and her husband went to Shangxi Village, she seemed to have heard Doctor Mo say that they knew more than a hundred characters at that time.
How long has it been since then, and I can already write a story? No matter how I think about it, it seems impossible.
But Fang Wu couldn't bear to hurt her child. After all, she was still thinking about making money and doing good for her son. She would never say anything hurtful to a child who lived a good life and knew how to make progress.
"Then write it." Fang Wu said, "Write it and show it to Shu'er. If he says it's okay, then it's okay. As for the things on earth, you have done the housework before you got married, and it's not necessary for you to interfere. If you can do it, do it. If you can't, I won't blame you. The most important thing for you now is to give birth to more children for our Fang family and to live a good life with Shu'er." But don't think about riding on her son! This is terrible!
"Mom, can't we have a child later?" Fang Shu said at this time, "After I pass the imperial examination..."
"No!" Fang Wu said firmly, not waiting for her son to finish his words. "How can you get married and not have children? Long'er is so strong, why don't you hurry up and have one? That way, the family will have more hope. You are our only child, you can't do anything reckless!"
"But if Long Ge'er has me, I won't be able to keep him all to myself."
"Why not? I'll help you keep an eye on it. You can take whatever you want! This is non-negotiable!"
Fang Shu and Yu Qinglong: "..."
Fang Shu was about to say something, but Yu Qinglong quickly nudged him with his elbow: "Don't talk back to me. I'm right."
Fang Shu could only hold his words back.
Yu Qinglong said, "Mom, can I give four of these snacks to Zhuangzhuang?"
Fang Wu said, "Okay, why not? Zhuangzhuang will definitely like it. It's a good opportunity for you to see more children. People say that the more children you see, the faster you will get pregnant. Go quickly."
Fang Wu volunteered to help fill four bowls of snow-covered bean paste. Yu Qinglong felt something was amiss when he took the bowl, but he still pulled Fang Shu away.
After leaving, Fang Shu whispered to Yu Qinglong, "Have you changed your mind? Do you want to listen to your mother?"
After all, we said we'd try something different last night...
Yu Qinglong frowned and said, "No."
He really wasn't mentally prepared yet, but how long could this matter be delayed?
If Fang Dingman and Fang Wu were both mean people, he would definitely have the right to try his best to avoid pregnancy.
But this couple of parents-in-law are really good people. He doesn't know which of his rational will or his emotional will can last longer.
Yu Qinglong saw Zhuangzhuang took four snow-covered bean paste dumplings and sensibly gave one to each of his parents. His cute look reminded him of the neighborhood children he saw in modern times.
There is a kindergarten not far from his home. During holidays, he can occasionally see these little ones carrying small school bags and wearing uniform cream-colored little yellow hats, lining up in a line to go in and out, like a little train.
He looked down at his stomach in panic.
If I really have... Stop!
But I dare not think about such a terrible question.
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The author has something to say: Fang's mother: My son, my husband is the sky and my son is the earth, do you understand? [covering face with laughter and crying]
Fang Shu: Mom, my husband is a human being, and my husband is also a human being. How can there be any difference between heaven and earth? Long Ge'er and I are not into that [laughing]
Fang's mother: How come you don't understand my mother's suffering [bursts into tears]
Fang Shu: Mom is not suffering, Long Ge'er and I are very close [shy] Can you please give me some nutrient solution [let me check] Today I will be in charge of begging for food [empty bowl]
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