Chapter 136 Egg Yolk Glutinous Rice Sausage, Rice Cake [Second Update]...
The days before the New Year were exceptionally fulfilling.
Wen Fan either goes out shopping with his parents every day or stays at home reading books and watching TV.
The long-lost laziness allowed her to stretch her bones properly.
Although there were only three people in the family, Wen Fan still followed the customs of the twelfth lunar month and began to worship the Kitchen God, sweep the house, make tofu, prepare dough, paste paper-cut window decorations, fry food, and paste couplets...
The refrigerator at home is completely full, and even the windowsill is packed with things.
In Wenmu's words, that would be "enough to last for three months."
Seeing her daughter so happy, Wen's mother didn't want to spoil her good mood, and the whole family joined in preparing for the New Year.
When people have free time, they start visiting each other's homes, especially when Wen's restaurant is closed, all the neighbors enthusiastically bring them things.
First, we chatted about everyday things; second, ...
"Yingzhi, your sausage seasoning is really good! My sausages were only made a few days ago, and my grandson ate them all!"
The old lady who lived across the hall held Wen's mother's hand, her eyes and brows full of smiles.
“My daughter-in-law said before that it wasn’t necessary to go through all that trouble, that you can buy it outside. I was so angry! What kind of rotten meat do they use outside these days? I bought fresh pork from someone and ground it myself. Can you compare to what you get outside? It’s a good thing your seasonings are so good. I made it the way you make it, and it smells so good it’s unbearable…”
The old lady kept rambling on, and she was happy just thinking about how her grandson's mouth was all greasy from eating at her place!
She bought 20 jin (10 kg) of pork and made about 10 packs of sausages, intending to share some with her elderly sisters and keep five or six packs for herself. But before the New Year even arrived, her grandson had already eaten all five packs!
The old lady hurriedly went to find Wen's mother and bought a lot more seasoning powder, and made another batch without stopping.
Originally, although many people in this tenement building went to buy feed powder from Wen's mother, not everyone did.
But ever since the sausages were dried...
Not just in this building, but throughout the entire neighborhood, everyone who smelled the aroma went to buy the seasoning powder from Wen's mother.
This year, the smell of sausages wafts through the neighborhood, the whole area is infused with the flavor of cured sausages!
Mother Wen once calculated the income from the seasoning powder, listing it separately. The cost was not high, but the income was not low. Whenever someone came to buy it, they never bought just one serving. Most of them bought dozens of kilograms of meat to cook, and each purchase would cost several hundred yuan.
These past few days, I've bought less, and when I did the math, I realized I'd made 20,000 to 30,000 yuan just from the feed powder!
This is only because Wen's mother didn't openly sell it. If she had really put up a sign in the store, it might have sold for an astronomical price this year.
The old lady took out a box of tin cookies from her own home and insisted on giving it to Wen's mother.
“You’ve all been very busy this year. Take these cookies for Xiao Fan.”
Neighbors also bring things over, like drinks or chocolate jelly.
When you see Wen's mother, you should also say a few words about how good that powder is.
"I sent the sausages to my brat. I sent them as soon as they were made. He said to hang them on the clothesline to dry, but he didn't take them down in time. I don't know which roommate broke off a few pieces and ate them. He was so angry that he called me and said he insisted on moving..."
“My daughter is abroad this year. I sent this to her after I finished making it, and I specifically told her not to share it with anyone, because it takes a lot of effort to make. She tried it once and said she wouldn’t share it. Look, this is the dish she made herself, it looks pretty good.”
"Hehe, I made dozens of kilograms of sausages for my son, and he took them with him when he went to meet the girl's parents. My son said his father-in-law was so hospitable! He even cut and steamed the sausages on the spot, and they smelled amazing. His father-in-law thought they were expensive ones, and he kept telling my son not to be so polite... Yingzhi, we're going to meet in a few days. I'll let you know when the date is set!"
"I sent some to my sister, and she just called me a few days ago to say she's run out... Yingzhi, do you still have any seasoning powder in your shop?"
Wen's mother: "There's still some left at home, let me get it for you."
The neighbor was overjoyed and wanted to pay for the powder.
Wen's mother refused, saying, "There's not much left, not even enough for one serving. You can take it."
The neighbor didn't hold back either; as soon as he got home, he brought over several boxes of chocolates that looked very expensive.
Wen Fan was overjoyed to see this.
She still can't resist sweets, and she's even found a new favorite.
That's chocolate!
Every time I go to the supermarket, I can't resist the sight of chocolates.
The chocolates her neighbor gave her were all written in foreign languages. Wen Fan peeled one open, and the silky smooth chocolate made her squint her eyes.
He didn't even hear what Wen's mother was saying.
Mother Wen: "...You can't eat too much."
He then took all the chocolates away, leaving only one box.
"This box will last for three days. We'll give you more when it's finished."
Wen's mother looked at her daughter with some worry, not about anything else about her daughter, but about Wen Fan's teeth.
If she doesn't stop eating these sweet and cloying chocolates, Wen Fan could open them eight hundred times a day and finish them all in two days!
What normal person would eat like that?
When asked to see a dentist, Wen Fan refused to go.
With his chocolates confiscated, Wen Fan could only reluctantly eat a single chocolate for a long time.
Only one box every three days...
We have to be careful.
After putting away the chocolates, Wen's mother returned and continued the previous conversation.
"Xiao Fan, do you think we should keep our seasoning powder on sale in the store long-term?"
Just now, the neighbors kept asking, and Wen's mother easily understood the implication. Everyone was worried that this seasoning powder might not be available again. If that were the case, they wanted to trouble Wen's to make more so they could stock up.
Wen Fan: "Stockpiling seasonings? Aren't you afraid they'll get damp? As long as there's demand, we'll keep selling them."
Anyway, they're all kept in the shop and don't take up much space. She makes a little bit whenever someone buys them.
Wen's mother couldn't help but want to say something, but in the end she swallowed it back, only saying that she would count how many people still wanted it later.
Now that other people's sausages are ready, it's time to eat our own too.
At noon, Wen Fan picked a few sections to steam. The slightly darker ones were spicy, the milder ones were fragrant and spicy, and the mildest ones were Cantonese-style. Wen Fan put the sausages whole on the steamer to steam, and after they were steamed, he sliced them. He was worried that his parents wouldn't be able to handle the spicy ones, so he stir-fried them with potatoes. He stir-fried the fragrant and spicy ones with garlic sprouts.
Cantonese-style fried rice, with some chopped greens added, but without soy sauce, has a glossy and shiny appearance.
Lastly, Wen Fan did nothing but cut it open and serve it.
Wen's mother asked curiously, "Why isn't this all meat?"
The cross-section was pitted and uneven; upon closer inspection, it turned out to be glutinous rice and egg yolk, with only one-third of the meat.
Wen Fan: "Try it, salted egg yolk glutinous rice sausage."
The crispy and chewy sausage casing wraps around glutinous rice and egg yolk, and the sausage meat is seasoned with Cantonese-style spices. One bite gives you the illusion of eating claypot rice. Wen Fan ate one slice but felt it wasn't enough, so he took the plate away. He then pan-fried the sliced egg yolk glutinous rice sausage in oil. The glutinous rice developed a golden-brown crust, crispy yet soft and chewy, and it was surprisingly delicious.
Wen's mother praised it highly, but was also curious: "When did you make this? I've never seen it before?"
Wen Fan: "This was made late, just the day before yesterday... It's filled with glutinous rice, so if it's left out for too long, it will dry out and won't steam properly."
The freshly made salted egg yolk glutinous rice sausages, with the meat filling still moist, tasted quite tender, and the glutinous rice was soft and sticky. After Wen Fan's preparation, they immediately became the most popular dish on the table.
After finishing a plate of salted egg yolk glutinous rice sausage, the family of three collapsed onto the stools.
"Let's clean it up tonight."
I'm feeling really uncomfortable right now, but I don't want to sleep. It's snowing heavily outside, so I can't go out. I have to find something to do.
Wen Fan suggested that since that was the case, they should make some rice cakes.
Soak the rice in water, grind it into powder, drain it, steam the broken rice powder, and then start pounding it.
The process of pounding rice flour is very physically demanding. The family members took turns making it, and soon a large ball of rice flour was produced.
Wen Fan quickly shaped the food, no longer following the patterns on the food he ate at home.
Wen Fan first cut off a piece. The warm rice cake was very easy to cut at this time. Wen Fan cut the rice cake into connected slices, with the two slices not connected, making it look like an open cloth bag in the middle.
Place the hot sausage slices inside, steam for a few minutes. Some of the sausage oil will seep out, but it won't diminish the aroma of the rice cake and sausage.
One bite, and the soft, glutinous rice cake, with its rich aroma of rice, wrapped around a savory and oily slice of sausage, instantly won over Mr. and Mrs. Wen.
"It's so delicious."
The rice cakes are soft and chewy, while the Chinese sausage is oily, salty, and slightly dry. It's a simple combination, but the taste is surprisingly delicious.
Wen Fan, however, felt it was insufficient.
She muttered that if she sliced the rice cakes thinner, brushed them with oil, and baked them in the oven, they would taste even better.
"...It's delicious enough, eat up!"
Mother Wen doesn't know where to put these rice cakes she made; if the refrigerator could talk, it would probably have broken down long ago.
Wen Fan enthusiastically declared that they would have braised pork ribs and rice cakes for dinner!
The cooked pork ribs were stewed together with rice cakes. The rice cakes, having absorbed the broth, became soft, chewy, and fragrant. Wen Fan made a big pot, which quickly attracted the grandson of the old lady across the street.
The child stood in front of the door with his finger in his mouth, while the old lady blushed and kept saying sorry.
"We've run out of Chinese sausage at home..."
This little grandson used to only come one or two days a week, but ever since she started making sausages, he comes every day. Although her cooking skills aren't great, she can still cook simple dishes, sausages are easy to make, and even stir-fried cabbage and greens are delicious for kids.
The old lady was very proud during this time, until the sausage was finished.
My grandson comes every day, lying on the balcony waiting for the sausages, and keeps asking his grandma if they're ready to eat.
She had only mentioned sausages before, but today, as soon as she walked in the door, the little rascal smelled the aroma and insisted on having some. The old lady had no choice but to bring her grandson over to beg for a bowl.
Wen's mother was generous and served her a bowl.
"It's alright, it's just a child."
The old lady took her grandson back to her own home. As soon as she closed the door, the little grandson rushed up to her.
"Grandma, I want to eat!"
The rice cakes are soft and chewy, the pork ribs are tender and mushy, and the sauce is so savory and delicious that you can't stop eating it.
The child ate until he was stuffed, and the aroma still lingered when his mother came to pick him up.
"Mom... what did you make this time? It smells so good!"
The old lady said weakly, "I didn't do anything... Well, I'll bring you the sausages when they're ready. Don't let Hao Hao come over these next few days."
The Wen family across the street is on holiday, and they've been cooking every day. Even she finds the aromas irresistible, so she'd better not let the child come.
Even so, around midnight, the old lady smelled the fragrance wafting from under the door and looked distressed.
What should I do? Should I go and hide at my son's house too?
This smells amazing!
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