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◎Immediately embarrassed Song Jinyi◎
At the hour of You, in the backyard of Juxing Tower, the gray floor tiles were dyed dark green by the moonlight. The not-so-big courtyard was filled with vermicelli drying racks. When the night breeze passed through the drying racks, hundreds of crystal vermicelli were like the Milky Way torn into pieces and gathered into window frames, each ray of light was emitting a faint glow.
"Master, how many days will it take for these vermicelli noodles to be dried?" Zhang Yao put his hands behind his back, staring at this new thing eagerly.
Three days ago, Zhang Yao listened to what kind of vermicelli Song Jinyi was going to make. She saw her crush the washed sweet potatoes into small pieces, add appropriate amount of water, and stir it into a thick slurry.
The slurry is then filtered through fine gauze to obtain a relatively pure starch milk, which is then allowed to settle naturally. After half a day, the starch gradually settles to the bottom of the tank, and the clear water on the top becomes clear.
At this time, carefully scoop out the upper layer of clear water, leaving the starch blocks at the bottom of the tank.
At this point, Zhang Yao couldn't help but be amazed. It took half a day just to prepare the raw materials, and it wasn't over yet.
Song Jinyi took out the precipitated starch, put it into a pot, added appropriate amount of warm water, and stirred while heating until the starch gelatinized and became thick and sticky.
Next, pour the cooked starch paste into a colander with a pot of boiling water placed underneath. Squeeze the starch paste in the colander so that it squeezes out through the holes and forms long, thin strips that fall into the boiling water.
After the first pot of vermicelli was formed, Song Jinyi breathed a sigh of relief. Although she actually understood the process of making vermicelli, she mostly bought ready-made vermicelli and had only made it a few times. It was not like now, where she had to prepare the raw materials herself.
Song Jinyi moved away and called the original master, explained the key points, and started making it together to improve efficiency.
Zhang Yao was quite dissatisfied with this. She would rather be more tired than pass the method on to others. Her father used to trust others easily and pass the recipe on to others. He thought he was training successors, but ended up raising a group of ungrateful people.
The ingredients are complex and the quantity required is large, but it is not difficult for these experienced chefs to make it. Even if someone learns it secretly, Song Jinyi is not worried.
Song Jinyi explained: "This is just the raw material. In the past, there were ready-made vermicelli noodles for sale, but not everyone could make them delicious. The essence of snacks is the ingredients."
As long as the secret recipe of the ingredients is not stolen, it's fine.
Seven or eight people worked together to make it, from dawn to dusk, for three days, and about a thousand kilograms of vermicelli were waiting to be dried and evaporated.
Song Jinyi's fingertips gently rolled over the ends of the drooping vermicelli, making a crisp "snap" sound. The sun had been shining brightly for several days, and the weather was very dry. She said to Zhang Yao, "Tomorrow, tomorrow will be fine."
As soon as Song Jinyi said "tomorrow", Zhang Yao couldn't wait to come to her door early the next morning.
She pushed open the door without any hesitation and saw Song Jinyi sleeping with Zhongyi. She rushed over to her side, took her arm and said, "Master, it's the next day, it's late, you should get up."
Song Jinyi was confused at first. She stared at the person in front of her and wondered: Who am I? Where am I?
She blinked, and her hazy eyes gradually became clear. Her rusty brain began to work slowly. She turned her head and looked at the window. The window paper was milky yellow oil paper, and she could see that the sky outside was still dark.
She asked in a hoarse voice, "What time is it?"
"At noon."
After hearing this answer, Song Jinyi kicked Zhang Yao off the bed and pulled the quilt over her head. A muffled voice came from under the quilt, "It's not dawn yet, I'm so sleepy. If you have anything to say, let's talk about it at noon."
But she obviously underestimated Zhang Yao's persistence, and after a moment, she woke up because of the nagging.
Song Jinyi sat on the bed, took the handkerchief handed to her by Zhang Yao, and wiped her face. How could she accept a disciple? She had clearly accepted a master.
******
After washing up, the sky gradually brightened and the two of them picked up some dried vermicelli and went to the kitchen.
Song Jinyi found the bone soup she had cooked earlier and heated it on the stove. When the milky white soup began to bubble, she threw the vermicelli in. After a while, the vermicelli, which had been slightly yellowed after being exposed to the sun for a few days, turned transparent white after being washed by the bone soup, swimming in the water like a dragon.
Song Jinyi took out the vermicelli, added appropriate amounts of green onions, garlic, chili peppers, chili powder, white sesame seeds, and pepper powder, and poured boiling hot oil on it. Boiling bubbles appeared, as if she was dancing the Hu Xuan dance, and the swirling skirt emitted bursts of charming fragrance.
Add light soy sauce, sugar, salt and broth.
The rich aroma was instantly stimulated, the tempting sour taste stimulated the taste buds, and the stimulation of the chili was like a small brush gently sweeping across the stomach. Zhang Yao, who was standing aside, swallowed unconsciously.
Zhang Yao couldn't wait to pick up the vermicelli with chopsticks, thinking it would be as easy as picking up noodles. However, with a "swoosh", the vermicelli slid away from between the chopsticks, and before leaving, it proudly sprinkled out a few drops of chili oil.
Zhang Yao didn't care that her clothes were stained with hot oil. She just stretched out her chopsticks and tried it again, carefully picked up the vermicelli and sipped it.
What an amazing taste!
It is smooth, chewy and flavorful, much better than traditional noodles. And with the addition of the soup, it is salty, spicy, fresh and delicious.
In no time, Zhang Yao finished a bowl of hot and sour noodles, even drinking up the soup base.
Finally, he reached into the pot to see if there was anything left.
Song Jinyi made a portion for two, but she couldn't finish the hot and sour noodles so early in the morning. She only drank a little white porridge and gave all the noodles to Zhang Yao. Now seeing that she was still not satisfied, she couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Are you still not full? You just ate two portions!"
Zhang Yao saw her surprised expression and touched her slightly protruding belly. "I'm full. I just wanted to bring two portions for my parents to try."
Song Jinyi knew that she was always trying to save face in front of her father, so she said to her, "This vermicelli is made from potato starch, so it gets sticky over time. Why don't you take some home and make it for them to taste? Firstly, the taste is guaranteed, and secondly, by repeating the steps, you can see where there are any shortcomings."
Zhang Yao followed Song Jinyi's instructions and took some dried vermicelli back home, thinking that her father had never seen this before and would be shocked. Coupled with the exclusive secret recipe, it would be far better than any other delicacies from land and sea.
A bowl of hot and sour noodles was placed in front of Zhang, the red oil glistening and the aroma piercing his nose. Zhang picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth. The sour, spicy and fresh aroma instantly exploded on his tongue, a familiar yet slightly unfamiliar exquisiteness.
He saw his daughter's eyes filled with expectation, and his heart was moved. He thought about how since Zhang Yao followed Madam Song, the once lively little girl has become calm and her martial arts skills have become so amazing.
Thanks to Madam Song.
There is also a dying ancestral restaurant, which has been revived under the guidance of Madam Song and is now full of guests.
He was not the kind of person who would not repay a favor. When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, he discussed it with his wife and wrote a contract. Madam Song had roots in Yunzhou and would not lack money for her to make ends meet.
The only thing he can show off is this restaurant.
Since Madam Song accepted Yao'er as her apprentice, she became one of her own family. She was old and useless, and Yao'er still needed training, so the affairs of the store were handed over to Madam Song.
The reward is 30% of the store’s profit!
******
One day, diners buying snacks on the first floor of Juxing Building suddenly smelled a fresh and pungent aroma coming from upstairs. They looked up and saw that the partition that originally blocked the stairs had been removed at some point.
Someone curiously went up the stairs to the second floor.
This Juxing Building does not have a courtyard like the previous one, but is actually built with three floors. The original private rooms on the second floor were demolished, and the tables and chairs for diners were arranged in several circles around the center, and a circle of colorful banners was hung on the roof.
Looking closely, only the side closest to the head had words written on it—"Hot and Sour Noodles!"
In the middle of the hall, there were four tables, forming a square. Two beautiful ladies were standing inside. He pricked his nose and the fragrance came from that place. He followed the scent over there.
When the other party saw him coming up, he looked over with a smile and said, "Sir, would you like to try Juxinglou's signature hot and sour noodles?"
Hot and sour noodles? What is that? He had never heard of it before.
Perhaps sensing his confusion, Song Jinyi took the initiative to explain, "This vermicelli is made from potato starch, and the sour and spicy flavor is the flavor of the soup."
In order to attract customers, Song Jinyi had already prepared two bowls of finished food. They were freshly out of the pot and still emitting hot steam. The aroma of chili was so overbearing that it even spread to the downstairs.
The man looked at the vermicelli soaked in the red soup, which was full of water, and smelled the tempting aroma. The slightly sour taste made him hungry. The pancake he had just eaten in the morning was silent, so the man asked the price, "How much is a bowl?"
"A bowl costs thirty coins. The soup base is made from pork bones, so it's very nutritious. The vermicelli noodles are also unique in Shengjing City. It takes a lot of time and effort to make them, but they are a delicacy that you won't find anywhere else."
Like every gold medal salesperson, Song Jinyi showcases the uniqueness of her products.
The man hesitated for a moment. Thirty cents was not expensive, but it was not cheap either. If it didn't taste good, he couldn't return the money after making the purchase. He stopped for a moment, thinking that he still had some spare money in his pocket, so it wouldn't hurt to give it a try.
“Give me a bowl!”
Song Jinyi handed the recipe to Zhang Yao early this morning. Now that she has attracted customers, she stepped aside and let Zhang Yao make the hot and sour noodles.
Zhang Yao put the pre-soaked vermicelli into the boiling water. When the vermicelli was cooked, she quickly scooped it out and put it into a bowl. Then, she poured a spoonful of carefully prepared bone broth into it, and the aroma immediately filled the air.
Then, add chili oil, aged vinegar, pepper powder, minced garlic, chopped green onions and other seasonings, and sprinkle with a handful of crispy peanuts and fresh green leaves.
When the steaming hot and sour noodles were served on the table, the man was first attracted by the fragrant aroma. The pungent aroma of chili and the sour taste of vinegar blended well together, making people salivate.
The man picked up the chopsticks and gently picked up a piece of vermicelli. The vermicelli strands were clearly visible and covered with rich soup. It was amazing as soon as he put it in his mouth.
What a smooth and chewy texture! It's springy when you bite into it, softer and more pliable than pork jelly. The various flavors blend together with distinct layers. The unique sour and spicy taste conquers his mouth, occupying every inch of his taste buds.
The man's eyes lit up involuntarily, an expression of surprise appeared on his face, and he nodded repeatedly in praise: "Wonderful! Wonderful! It's truly a delicacy!" After he tasted it once, he ignored his manners and ate it with big mouthfuls, secretly marveling at the fact that there was such a wonderful combination of delicacies in the world.
The people who followed him up saw how delicious he was eating, so they asked for some of his hot and sour noodles to try.
As more and more diners came, even Song Jinyi, who was sitting next to her, had to roll up her sleeves and work with Zhang Yao.
Shopkeeper Zhang came here once and saw a huge crowd on the second floor. The stairs were packed with people. He was very happy. It was just a new snack, but it was so popular.
If there are a few more fresh dishes later, there will be no worries about not being able to surpass Zhaixinglou.
Just when she was happy, an uninvited guest came. It was not known whether it was a rival or just a diner looking for trouble, but he immediately embarrassed Song Jinyi.
The man was wearing a short, greyish-blue coarse cloth shirt. He had brown skin and a broad, square face that looked red from a fire. He crossed his arms, a look of suspicion on his face. "Huh, I thought Juxing Tower had hired some powerful figure, but it turned out like this. Now I see it's just a little girl."
He swung his body and asked the people around him, "What kind of delicious food can she make? Don't waste your money."
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