Have you ever had sweet potato noodle soup?
"Is it the kind of rice noodles we eat this morning? The kind served in soup with rice noodle sheets?"
"No, I'll make it for you tomorrow morning. I'll get up a little earlier tomorrow morning and teach you."
Okay~
The next day, Liu Yun got up as soon as she heard a noise outside.
When Yu's mother saw that she had gotten up, she started making breakfast. She took two pieces of sweet potato starch, each slightly larger than a fist, from the table, picked up three eggs, put the starch pieces in a bowl, crushed them, added water and salt, cracked the eggs and put them in, and then stirred them in one direction with chopsticks.
Turning around to cook, Liu Yun said, "Go and start the fire. You need to control the heat carefully; keep it low."
The pan quickly started smoking. I brushed a layer of oil on the bottom of the pan, scooped a small spoonful of batter into the pan, and quickly and evenly spread it out, the bigger and thinner the better. The batter almost dried up as soon as it touched the pan. I carefully peeled it off after the batter had completely dried.
Liu Yun gave up as soon as she saw it. She might have been able to learn it if she had a frying pan, but using an iron pan was just a pipe dream.
It's easier to work with in a frying pan, but in this heavy iron wok, it really requires skill.
The movements in the mother's hands were smooth and efficient. The paste was completely dried, and then she carefully peeled it off. The series of movements were as smooth as flowing water.
Liu Yun kept staring at her movements. Her eyes might have learned it, and her brain might have almost learned it too, but her hands were definitely not up to par. There was no need to even try; she didn't have the ability.
The rice noodle sheet made by Yu's mother was truly just a sheet of skin; through the thin sheet she held up, one could even vaguely see Yu's mother's facial features.
"Have you learned it? Do you want to give it a try?" Seeing Liu Yun watching intently, Yu's mother assumed she wanted to try it out.
"I've already failed, no thanks. This is too difficult to handle. I'd better not waste the ingredients." She knew her limitations; sweet potato starch was indeed too difficult to work with. Her hands were sore from cutting it yesterday, so she decided against it.
One sheet after another, Yu's mother worked with great skill, making two pieces of sweet potato starch, each bigger than a fist, into a sheet as tall as two fingers.
I added four bowls of water to the pot, sprinkled in salt, then placed the rice noodle sheets on the cutting board, rolled them up, and cut them into thin strips. Once the water started to boil, I poured all the rice noodles in at once.
"No need to add firewood, it's ready to eat. Go get some side dishes, wash your hands, and eat."
Add soy sauce, vinegar, and Sichuan pepper oil to a bowl, then add a small spoonful of lard. Peel two cloves of garlic and a small piece of ginger, chop them finely, and place them at the bottom of the bowl. Pour some boiling water from the pot and mix the seasonings together. Serve the glass noodles, add two spoonfuls of broth, and sprinkle with chopped green onions. A bowl of hot sweet potato noodle soup is ready. As for chili oil and chili sauce, add them to your liking, since there are children in the house.
Liu Yun loves spicy food, so she added a lot of chili sauce. It was so sour and spicy, it was so delicious! It was just a bit hot to eat, but it would be perfect for winter.
The three little ones ate until they were drenched in sweat.
Life in this small courtyard is peaceful, while the large tenement over there is bustling with activity.
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