After Xia Ruoming rode her bike home, she threw her schoolbag directly on the sofa, rushed out of the door in a hurry, and rode her bike to the supermarket. Liu Ruoxue wanted to stop her and ask her a question, but before she could open her mouth, Xia Ruoming had already run away.
"This child, ah... she is always in a hurry and clumsy in doing everything. I really hope she can be more steady." Liu Ruoxue looked at the impetuous Xia Ruoming and couldn't help shaking her head.
"Two pounds of chilled chicken wings, a box of milk, two boxes of yogurt, a packet of onion powder, a packet of salt..." Xia Ruoming silently recited the things in her memory while choosing the ingredients.
"A bag of brown sugar... Wow, why is bagged brown sugar so expensive? Next time, I'd better go to the vegetable market to buy bulk brown sugar." Xia Ruoming took a bag of brown sugar from a certain Wangji store and took a look at the price tag. 400g cost 40 yuan. He could have just robbed her, but he ended up selling some brown sugar to her. Xia Ruoming was really crying. The bulk brown sugar in the vegetable market next door was only nine yuan a catty, and if she bought five catties directly, it would still be six yuan a catty.
"Two packets of chili powder, a packet of garlic powder, a bottle of Italian seasoning, a packet of corn starch, a packet of low-gluten flour, a packet of spicy coating powder, a packet of baking soda... um, and three boxes of glucose drinks..." After counting the items in the shopping cart and recalling the items in her memory, Xia Ruoming ran to the checkout counter to pay the bill, and then went home with a large bag of things.
Liu Ruoxue looked at the package that Xia Ruoming brought back, feeling a little confused.
"Why did you bring so many things back? There is no shortage of starch and seasonings at home."
"Mom, let's go to the kitchen." Xia Ruoming rushed into the kitchen with a big bag of things and locked the kitchen door.
"You dead child, open the door for me! Are you still cooking? Have you forgotten that you almost burned down the kitchen before?" Liu Ruoxue's eyes widened outside the door. She knew Xia Ruoming best that she was a woman of low self-discipline and usually did nothing at home. So what made her want to cook again?
"Oh, Mom, just wait for my good news. This time will be different from last time." Listening to Xia Ruoming's excited voice in the kitchen, Liu Ruoxue fell on the sofa with despair.
Yes, she will have to clean up again in half an hour.
Xia Ruoming pricked holes in the chicken wings with a fork and began to prepare for marinating.
She was drooling just thinking about the finished product. The fried chicken wings were learned from a boss in her previous life, and the taste was comparable to McDonald's spicy chicken wings.
In order to maintain her figure, she would not eat such things. She fried the chicken wings in order to open a shop in the future. In her previous life, the milk tea shop was quite popular. She planned to open a mixed shop of fried chicken + milk tea + ice cream. The fried chicken was made with homemade ingredients instead of pre-made products, the milk tea was made with real ingredients, and the ice cream was cream-based ice cream. It would make her three times fatter, but it didn't matter, because she wouldn't be eating it anyway.
"One spoon of brown sugar, one spoon of chili powder, one spoon of garlic powder, one spoon of salt, one spoon of onion powder, and one spoon of Italian seasoning." She hummed as she poured the dry ingredients into a bowl and stirred them evenly. Then she poured half a liter of milk and 150 milliliters of yogurt into another bowl and stirred them evenly.
After coating the chicken wings with dry ingredients in the bowl, Xia Ruoming poured all the chicken wings into the prepared milk, sealed them with plastic wrap, and then placed them in the quick-freeze layer, ready to freeze for half an hour. It would have been better to marinate them in the refrigerator overnight, but she didn't seem to have the time to do this, so she just wanted to give it a try first.
While waiting for the chicken wings to marinate, Xia Ruoming mixed two spoons of low-gluten flour, one spoon of corn starch, one spoon of spicy coating powder, a little bit of baking soda and the remaining dry ingredients together to make frying powder.
After taking out the marinated chicken wings from the refrigerator, coat them with frying powder, put them back into the remaining milk, coat them with milk liquid again, and then coat them with frying powder again.
She lit the stove, heated the oil in a pan, and heated the oil to 160 degrees. She put each chicken wing in and fried them for five minutes, then took them out to drain the oil. Then she placed the fried chicken wings on a plate, picked some celery that Liu Ruoxue grew in the kitchen, and cut two slices of lemon to decorate the plate.
(ps: This is the author's own exclusive secret recipe. Friends who are interested can try making it by themselves. You will definitely not be cheated. The taste is not worse than McDonald's chicken wings, but the appearance is definitely not as good. And don't use bread crumbs. I have tried it and it doesn't work. Although it looks good, the taste is actually a bit worse.)
Since I didn't control it well this time, two chicken wings were still burnt.
"Mom! Come and try the fried chicken wings I made!" Xia Ruoming walked out of the kitchen holding a plate, and was met with Liu Ruoxue's desperate gaze.
However, Liu Ruoxue's expression of despair only lasted for two seconds before it turned into an expression of joy. This joy did not come from the fact that her daughter could cook, but from the fact that the kitchen did not explode, so she did not have to clean up the kitchen.
The kitchen actually didn't explode, and my daughter seemed to have really cooked a dish. Except for two burnt chicken wings, the appearance of the dish seemed to be pretty good, with a slightly reddish golden color. Although it was not as good as McDonald's products, it was still pretty good.
Liu Ruoxue picked up a piece of chicken wing with chopsticks and tasted it. It was actually quite delicious. The skin was crispy and the chicken was fried to the perfect temperature. I don’t know if it was because it was not marinated long enough, as it seemed to have no taste. The skin was quite good though.
"Not bad, but the meat tastes a little bland." Liu Ruoxue commented as she ate, "Teach me how to make it, and I'll make it for you next time."
"Mom, as long as you think it tastes good, that's fine. I just learned how to make it. I saw you were too tired, so I made it especially for you." Xia Ruoming stuck out her tongue. In fact, what she was thinking in her heart was that Liu Ruoxue's taste was actually quite difficult to please. If she thought it was good, then it meant that this thing did have a selling point.
As for planning to open a store and start her own business in the future, she didn't dare tell Liu Ruoxue or she would be scolded.
"You didn't set the kitchen on fire, which saved me a lot of trouble." Although Liu Ruoxue said this, she still pushed Xia Ruomeng to sit down and gave her a piece of chicken wing to eat. "You still have a lot of time. If you study hard now, I will be happy. Now is not the time to prepare these things. Tell me what you want to eat and I will make it for you."
After a simple meal, the mother and daughter also talked about Chu Suhe's events during the day.
"Yeah, I see." Liu Ruoxue smiled and nodded, "Mom was wrong about you. Mom apologizes to you."
This has always been the case in Xia Ruoming's family. Whoever is wrong is wrong. Any problem will be resolved on the same day and will never be delayed until later to settle the score.
"But... Mom doesn't disagree with you dating. The college entrance examination is just over a month away. If you want to date, go to college and date to your heart's content. It was you who said you wanted to get into a 211 university. Mom will never force you to do anything, but that was your promise." Liu Ruoxue looked into Xia Ruoming's eyes. There was only concern in her clear eyes, and no blame.