Chapter 6 Fried Dough Sticks and Soy Milk
Su Ruojin had thought of this a long time ago, so a month ago, she racked her brains to get money for her mother's delivery. Finally, she got her wish and her mother could have a peaceful confinement period.
The Su family's third day bath was held quite decently, and everyone left in the afternoon.
Su Yanli felt relieved now that he had put his mind to rest. As soon as the guests left, he wrapped his wife tightly in two large quilts and carried her back to the master bedroom. He then moved his youngest son to the cradle next to the big bed.
As soon as he finished, he sat at the head of the bed, looking at his wife and teasing his child, looking like a contented old man with a wife and children.
Su Ruojin, who was standing aside and helping to organize, said: …
Dad, you're just sitting there doing nothing. What are we going to do about dinner? Who's going to worry about it?
Su Ruojin stood still.
Look at her dad.
Su Yanli reached out to tidy up the messy hair on his wife's temples and tucked his hair behind his ears. Then he turned around and looked at his little son who couldn't open his eyes yet, with a smile on his face. Why would he need dinner? He must have been so happy that he was full.
Su Ruojin could only curl her lips, turn around and leave the couple, and hurried to see Dong's mother.
Mother Dong was taking time to wash the Su family's clothes, as well as the mattresses that the hostess had changed in the past two days. She was a little worried, "Madam's lochia doesn't seem to be coming out smoothly. Second Mother, you have to keep a close eye on it. If you find anything wrong, ask your father to get a doctor right away."
Su Ruojin nodded, "It was very hard for mother to give birth to this baby. She is very tired, so her appetite is poor and she doesn't want to eat."
If you don't eat, your physical strength cannot be restored. If your physical strength is not restored well, the lochia will certainly not be discharged smoothly. This is all related to the health of your body.
Su Ruojin secretly made up her mind to find a way to improve her mother's appetite.
They were busy until dark, and only left after the Su family had finished dinner. Su Ruojin was worried, so she asked Uncle Shu Tong to take her home.
"Don't worry, mom. I'll bring you back home after the Chinese New Year."
When Mrs. Dong heard this, she started to wipe her tears again, "I know, I'm not in a hurry. Tell the adults not to be anxious, take care of the madam first, and spend the money on the madam first."
The master and servant talked about family matters for a long time before they separated.
Su Ruojin stood in the corridor, looking at the dark night, listening to the whistling of the cold wind, and counting the days after tomorrow. He had spent more than two taels of the seven taels of silver, and had to split the remaining five taels in half to support him until his father paid his salary at the end of the month.
She finally had two and a half taels of living allowance in her hands, and she had already thought of what to do with the money!
Facing the night, Su Ruojin smiled like a flower and shouted that she could finally make money!
Su Ruojin turned and went into the house. Her father had wiped his mouth after dinner and slipped back to the bedroom to accompany his wife and children. She had no choice but to arrange for her eldest brother Anzhi and her younger brother Ganzhi to wash their faces and feet and go to bed. She did not blow out the light until she had sent them to bed, put the hot water bottle in place, and tucked in every corner of the quilt before leaving their room.
After coming out, she did not go back to her little room, but went to the kitchen. She poured out a lot of flour and soybeans that she had bought for the three-restaurant noodles these two days. She first soaked the soybeans in a small wooden basin, and then cleaned up the chopping board... The small figure was busy in the kitchen having a lot of fun.
Shu Tong came back more than half an hour later.
Su Ruojin had packed up long ago and was waiting for Uncle Shu Tong to come back: "Uncle Shu Tong, we have to get up early tomorrow morning. I have something for you to do."
"What's the matter? Making money?" Shu Tong's mind is now full of making money.
Su Ruojin opened her small mouth and smiled brightly, "Almost."
"Ah...ah..." Shu Tong was so happy, "Tell me how to make money?"
"You'll know tomorrow morning!" Su Ruojin pointed at the dough on the chopping board and said, "Help me knead the dough first."
"What are we going to have for breakfast tomorrow morning?"
"Soup cake." (Actually, it is modern boiled noodles)
"That doesn't require so much flour, does it?" He looked at the Second Lady in confusion.
"It's about the same." Su Ruojin didn't answer him directly. She instructed him how to knead the dough, how much alkali to add, how much old dough to break off, and even how to add salt, sugar, and beat an egg into it.
Shu Tong was shocked by the amount of ingredients that Second Lady put in, "Is it so complicated to make a soup pancake?"
Su Ruojin smiled without saying anything, and instructed him to put the kneaded dough in the straw basket to ferment. It was cold in winter and the temperature was low, so it took time for the dough to ferment. It would not ferment too much and become sour overnight.
“Is that all?”
Ever since Mother Dong was kidnapped, Shu Tong has been the one to make fire and cook for the Su family, but the food they cook is terrible. Later, the young master couldn't stand it anymore, so he stood on a small stool to hold the spoon so that the Su family could eat their food.
No, no, it should become delicious. Second Lady has a talent for cooking. Any dish can always become delicious after her cooking. Shu Tong thinks that the dishes in restaurants are not as delicious as those cooked by Second Lady.
In order to get up early the next day, Su Ruojin crawled into bed and fell asleep.
Shu Tong, however, was disturbed by the mysterious words of his young master and could not sleep well all night. He followed his young master into the kitchen in the early morning, where he was instructed to grind and boil soybeans. Not only that, he also poured a whole can of oil that he had just bought yesterday into the big iron pot.
He was so scared that he almost screamed. Everyone was still dreaming at home in the early morning. He covered his mouth tightly and stared at his little master without blinking.
Su Ruojin reached out and patted the dough. It was soft and fluffy. When she poked it with her fingers, she found that the air holes in the dough were just right. She quickly pulled Shu Tong to the table and said, "Hurry up and knead it again to remove the air inside. Then pinch it into small pieces of this size..."
"what?"
“Fried dough sticks, of course!”
Youtiao, originally called "fried cypress", is a traditional breakfast snack with a story about the traitor Qin Hui and the loyal patriot Yue Fei.
But at this time, although Dayin was similar to the Song Dynasty, it was not the Song Dynasty after all. There was no Qin Hui who killed Yue Fei and his son on a "false charge", nor was there a story of ordinary people venting their anger by throwing noodles into the oil pan and eating fried Qin Hui.
Su Ruojin flattened and stretched the small dough that Shu Tongshu had pinched into a length as long as chopsticks. Then she stacked two of them together, pressed them down with chopsticks, and put them into a hot oil pan. In a blink of an eye, the white dough was fried in the hot oil, changed color, and expanded.
Su Ruojin kept flipping the noodles with specially made long chopsticks, and in a few breaths, the two noodles pressed together turned into fluffy, golden and delicious fried dough sticks.
"Hiss..." Shu Tong made the sound of slurping saliva, "Second... Madam... it looks delicious!" He stood from behind the stove to the side of the stove, and couldn't help drooling as he watched.
“It’s not just that it looks delicious, it tastes delicious too.”
Shu Tong laughed, "Second Madam, how many do you want to fry?"
“A lot of explosions.”
Shu Tong didn't understand: "Why are there so many bombs? Is the Second Lady going to give them away?"
Su Ruojin rolled her eyes at him and said, "Oil and noodles are free, so I won't give them away."
"Then how long will it take to eat it?" Seeing the Second Lady putting the fried dough sticks into the basket one by one, the basket was full in a short while.
Su Ruojin silently counted in her mind and found that there were 100 sticks. She decided to make this many this morning and try selling them first to see the effect before deciding how many to fry tomorrow.
The soy milk in the big pot inside was also cooked. Su Ruojin asked Shu Tong to put it into two jars, then turned around and took out a paper cup made of oil paper.
"Uncle Shutong, a fried dough stick is three cents, and a cup of soy milk is three cents. Hurry up and carry them to Lizi Lane to sell them."
When I was editing the article tonight, Binghe suddenly realized that I had written the heroine's name wrong. I covered my face!!!
The eldest and second child of the Su family were named An Ruosu. Old man Su hoped that his daughter would be as beautiful as a flower, so he changed her name from Ruosu to Ruojin.
The third and fourth children were named Gan Zhi Ru Yi, but the fourth child of the Su family was a boy, so Ru Yi could not be given to the fourth child. So guess what the fourth child would be called?
Are the prices of fried dough sticks and soy milk too high? Hehe, my dears, if they are too high or too low, let’s see you in the comments section!!!
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(End of this chapter)
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