Susan and Rella were methodically wrapping wontons, with a plate of pureed fresh meat and salted egg yolks on it.
The rich, golden salted duck fat has a sandy texture, lacking the delicate tenderness of meat filling, and has a grainy feel, which is surprisingly appealing.
As Susan wrapped the package, she glanced at the discarded egg whites and couldn't help but ask, "What should we do with these egg whites?"
Ling Miao was preparing other ingredients when she heard this and said, "Keep them for now, we can use them to cook."
Susan didn't say much. Hearing Ling Miao's words, she collected the salted egg whites that she had peeled off and placed them in another plate.
First, scoop a little egg yolk onto the wonton wrapper, then scoop a spoonful of light pink meat filling, wrap it with the thin wonton wrapper, and it's ready to be cooked directly in the pot.
Because there is no stock, the seasoning of the wonton soup must be done with extra care.
Ling Miao added seaweed as a garnish, dried shrimp for freshness, and some finely shredded egg crepe.
To enhance the flavor, I also added some of my own pickled and finely chopped pickled mustard tuber.
The wontons cook quickly, floating on the surface of the soup. The boiling water rises and falls with the wontons, making them sway up and down like little fish.
Its long, slender tail sways with the waves, making it quite a sight to behold.
A large number of wontons can be cooked in one pot at the same time, and the two of them became more and more skilled. Before long, the wontons in front of them were piled up into a small mountain.
Ling Miao threw them all into the pot, and when they were cooked through, she picked up a large spoon and scooped them into a bowl.
The food delivery robots on one side serve the cooked wontons to the customers in order.
Sheng Qinian's family was among the latecomers. A while ago, Ling Miao had shared the recipe for Longkou vermicelli from an ancient text with him.
While diligently conducting his research, he also made sure to send the report to the research institute.
He only felt like going out after the other party replied that he had fully recovered and would soon be available on the market.
Because of this, his wife and daughter haven't spoken to him for several days.
The wife is alright, but the little girl refuses to call him "Dad" no matter what.
As soon as she saw him, she pushed him away with both hands, telling him to leave.
This made Sheng Qinian both amused and somewhat guilty.
The little girl, who already had a problem with him, started crying because she missed breakfast.
"Bad dad, bad dad!"
With red eyes, she stubbornly refused Sheng Qinian, saying it was all because her father was too slow that they missed it.
Her round eyes were filled with tears, and her nose was red. Looking at Sheng Qinian and Nuona, her heart melted.
Nona glared at her husband. "It's all your fault."
Sheng Qinian felt somewhat wronged. Although he had refused to leave the house for the past few days, only his wife and child occasionally went out for a stroll.
But the time for breakfast has always been the same, it has never changed.
He had just opened his mouth to say something in his defense when the anchor came on and promised that breakfast would continue to be provided.
Although it wasn't the usual breakfast, it finally brought a smile to Della's face.
Seeing that his daughter had been appeased, Sheng Qinian looked up at the new breakfast items on the electronic screen, called the food delivery robot, and ordered his meal.
His wife and daughter each had a bowl of hot salted egg yolk and pork wontons, while he opted for a bowl of clear soup noodles.
"Salted egg yolk?"
He glanced at the name of the wontons, recalled the category of pickled foods he had seen in ancient books, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and sigh, "If this continues, the research institute will be starving."
The streamer's ability and speed in recreating ancient food recipes is the fastest he has ever seen, bar none.
I wonder if the preserved egg described in the book has been recreated?
Sheng Qinian recalled the descriptions of preserved eggs in ancient books.
The outer shell is translucent green, while the egg inside is an extremely dark green to black color. Under sunlight, the surface shows a clear pattern resembling pine flowers.
It has a foul odor, with a smell of alkali and ammonia.
Thinking of this, Sheng Qinian couldn't help but have a strange expression on his face.
Is this preserved egg really intended as food?
While he was still lost in thought, the food delivery robot had already brought out the cooked wontons and clear soup noodles.
The snow-white, soft noodles nestled quietly in the milky-white broth, garnished with a few bright green bok choy and a fried egg with golden-brown edges.
The flesh-colored starch sausages were clearly deep-fried, with the fried areas showing a light brown hue.
The bowl of noodles had one white, two green, three meat-colored pieces, and a yellow fried egg.
The color scheme is stunning; just looking at it makes your mouth water.
Across from him, his wife and daughter had already scooped up a wonton and gently blew on it to cool it down a bit. Sheng Qinian then saw his daughter eagerly put the wonton into her mouth.
He couldn't help but smile. Ever since his daughter fell in love with livestreamers, her daily routine consisted of sitting on a small stool in front of the streamers, watching intently.
Even her eating habits have improved; although she still doesn't like certain foods, it's a significant improvement compared to before when she needed to be coaxed and chased around to eat.
Della seems to have suddenly grown up, eating one bite after another without even looking up.
Nona also saw Della's performance, and she smiled with satisfaction as she scooped up the wontons that had cooled down a bit.
The round, plump wontons show the care put into the ingredients; the wontons are wrapped up perfectly round and full.
My belly was full and bloated, and I could see the light pink meat filling and golden ingredients inside.
She had never eaten salted duck eggs before, but she had an inexplicable confidence in the streamer's cooking skills; she was sure the salted egg yolk would be delicious too!
Sure enough, her eyes lit up after the first bite.
The cooked salted egg yolks have a sandy texture, and the granular salty flavor combines perfectly with the tender meat filling, creating a smooth texture mixed with slightly coarse particles.
The dumplings were tender yet glutinous, completely changing her perception of wontons.
Exclamations erupted one after another from the surrounding area.
She couldn't help but look up and saw everyone marveling at the streamer's outstanding cooking skills.
Whether it's a customer eating clear soup noodles or a diner eating wontons like her,
Everyone's expression was absolutely beautiful, radiating immense joy; anyone could see their happiness at a glance.
I'm really very satisfied.
Nona looked away and then at her husband sitting opposite her. He was eating his noodles hurriedly, so much so that some soup got on his cheeks.
"Pfft"
Nona burst out laughing. The other person looked up, bewildered, with a puzzled expression.
"What's wrong?"
“Look at you,” Nona said, reaching out to carefully wipe the soup off her husband’s face with a tissue. “You’ve got soup all over your face.”
"Still like a child."
Sheng Qinian felt a little embarrassed and took a tissue to wipe his face. "I just wasn't paying attention."
Nona smiled without saying a word and lowered her head to eat her wontons.
Seeing that his wife didn't say anything, Sheng Qinian looked around and realized that the entire restaurant was full of people.
Many more customers, finding no seats available, chose to stand outside the restaurant with their bowls of rice in their hands.
A large group of people, some standing, some squatting.
It was bustling with noise.
He sighed and suddenly remembered the first time he noticed Youwei Restaurant.
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