Crispy small fried dough twist
He did what he said and after a while Yang Xiu went to make the dough.
Early the next morning, she crawled out of bed, brushed her teeth and washed her face, then went straight into the kitchen.
After a while, he poked his head out and shouted, "Dad, Dad..."
Qin Shengtian, who was carrying soy milk, put down the bucket and ran over: "What's wrong?"
"Do you want your fried dough twist to be crispy or soft?"
“It’s crispy, crispy and can be kept…”
"Anything else you want? Do you want something sweet or salty?"
"All are fine... Why don't you try them all? Let me see which one tastes better..." After he has tried them all, he will definitely know which one to choose!
Yang Xiu smiled: "Okay, wait until I blow it up and you can try it..."
Qin Shengtian smiled happily when he heard that. Today was another sunny day!
Yang Xiu divided the noodles into two pieces, preparing one salty and one sweet.
Used to making sweet dishes, she put the ingredients in proportion in a few quick moves.
It tastes salty: you definitely need to add salt, black sesame seeds, some lard, eggs...
While he was kneading the dough, Hu Yufeng came over to help.
The mother mixed the dough in a few steps and then let it rest for about 10 minutes.
Then it’s time to make twisted dough sticks. It is said that the smaller the things are, the more trouble they take. This little twist is not even as long as a finger. Hu Yufeng tried several times and gave up. Forget it, she was clumsy and just rubbed the strips.
Yang Xiu sat on the stool and pinched them patiently one by one, and soon a lid was filled.
"Grandma... Grandma... light a fire!" Hu Yufeng finished rubbing as soon as she saw him, and leaned out to shout.
Upon hearing the sound, the old lady put down her two great-grandsons and quickly took her place with her crutches.
Burn it, rub it, fry it. Soon the smell of burnt food filled the yard. Qin Shengtian couldn't help but sniff it, and his pace of work became faster.
next door. Qin Ling squatted in the yard, lowered her head and rubbed the clothes in the basin with great effort.
Sister Qianqian from her uncle’s family is the same age as her, and her uncle has sent her to school. She wanted to go too, but her grandmother said she was still young and couldn’t go.
But she can do all the hard work like washing clothes and cooking, so why do people think she is too young for such an easy study?
Qin Ling actually knew in her heart: grandma didn't want to pay the tuition. She inquired and found out that the tuition for the first grade was 75 yuan.
75 dollars! She had never seen so much money in her life.
“Fry, fry...you just want to show off how much oil you have at home, as if everyone else doesn’t have the same...Lingling, wash this dress and grandma will fry pancakes for you tomorrow..." Chen Xiulian threw a coat to her granddaughter and couldn't help drooling when she smelled the aroma of oil from next door.
"I...I don't want to eat fried cakes." Qin Ling said weakly. She wanted to save money for school rather than eat fried dough cakes.
"Look at what you have accomplished. It's not like our family can't afford it..." Chen Xiulian cursed.
"Oh..." Qin Ling lowered her head.
*
Qin Shengtian's mouth was almost drooling, but his hands were still slow and steady.
After finishing his morning chores, he quickened his pace and entered the kitchen. In the porcelain basin, there were small black-spotted twists, each as long as a finger, emitting an enticing aroma.
He took the towel and wiped his hands, then picked one up and put it in his mouth.
With a "crack", the fried dough twist breaks into two pieces. Every time you chew it, the crispy taste with a few sweet flavors lingers in your mouth.
"What's up, Dad?"
Qin Shengtian swallowed the fried dough twist in his mouth and said, "It's delicious. It's sweet, right? It tastes crispier than the big fried dough twist."
"Then try this salty one..." Yang Xiu handed him one.
It’s salty and a little hot when you put it in your mouth. As Qin Shengtian chewed carefully, the aroma of sesame burst out instantly, followed by a rich salty fragrance in his mouth.
Seeing Yang Xiu staring at him, Qin Shengtian imitated Qin Shu, stretched out his finger and exclaimed: "It's delicious, the salty taste is more overbearing than the sweet one, I like salty..."
Yang Xiu turned around contentedly and continued to stare at the fried dough twists in the pot.
On the breakfast table that day, there were two plates of fried dough twists, millet soup, and a few cold dishes.
"Try them all, they taste delicious..." Hu Yufeng picked up one first.
Others also took action.
The whole table was filled with the crisp sound of "crackling, crackling".
"I like it salty, and I like the sesame seeds on top..."
"Me too……"
In the end, out of six people, five liked salty food.
Hu Yufeng nodded: "5:1, then let's make more salty food."
"Mom, let's put these fried dough twists at home for two days and then try them. If the taste doesn't change, we can fry small fried dough twists when we don't go out to sell them, and fry large fried dough twists when we set up a stall. How do you think?" Yang Xiu asked.
"Okay, this way we can save time at the market." Hu Yufeng thought it was feasible.
As long as the small fried dough twist can be kept, the taste will remain unchanged. You can fry them at home for two days and sell them directly at the market.
This saves Yang Xiu from having to make both large and small twists, as she cannot handle it all by herself.
It’s another way to make money, and the whole family is very happy.
After finishing his meal, Yang Xiu continued to make the dough. Since it works, let’s fry more today and try it at the market tomorrow.
*
The third day of the ninth lunar month. The autumn wind blew the fallen leaves down in circles.
As the weather turns cooler, you need to wear thicker clothes in the morning and evening. However, this season is very friendly to street vendors.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law set up the stall. Hu Yufeng took out a washbasin from the snakeskin bag, put gauze on it, and then poured out the small twisted dough sticks from the bag.
"Oh, there's something new here?" Sister Li from next door couldn't help but feel curious when she saw this.
"The kid was just thinking about it and said he would give it a try today..." Hu Yufeng picked up one and handed it over: "Try it and see how it tastes."
Sister Li took it and put it into her mouth, saying as she ate, "Very good... Your wife is not only good at cooking, but also quick-witted..."
Hu Yufeng also laughed: "I just like to think about food, I think it's okay."
Yang Xiu bent down and kneaded the dough with a smile on her face.
The sun shone on the steps of the shop opposite, and there were puffs of smoke floating over the street.
One snack stall after another opened for business in the chilly autumn wind.
"Take a look, take a look, Yufeng Mahua has launched a new product. Crispy little Mahua, each one is crunchy..."
"Yufeng small fried dough twist, salty and crispy, sweet and delicious, come and buy it and try it..."
Hu Yufeng has now completely let go. Selling things is not stealing, so of course you have to promote it vigorously so that more people will know about it.
She also wants to buy a small loudspeaker, which will probably make the shouting more powerful.
Thinking of this, she turned to Yang Xiu and said, "Please remember this for me. Let's go buy a small trumpet after we close the stall."
Yang Xiu nodded: "Okay."
As Hu Yufeng called out, people who were interested gradually gathered around:
"What do you mean by one small fried dough twist? How small?"
"Big sister, look at this, it's as long as your finger..." Hu Yufeng pointed at the golden and crispy little guy in the basin and said to the woman in front of her:
"This is a new product from my family. It's convenient and easy to carry. You can put a few in your pocket when you go out and eat them whenever you're hungry. There are salty and sweet ones. Buy the one you like..."
The woman looked in the direction of Hu Yufeng's hand and saw that it was indeed the size of a finger.
“Can I try it?”
"That's great. Our business is transparent. You can try them and buy the one you like." Hu Yufeng gave him one as well.
The woman tasted it all before asking, "Can this be kept?"
"Yes, it can last as long as our old-fashioned hemp flowers. Don't worry, sister. In this weather, it will last for a month."
"How much do you sell it for?" the woman asked.
"This one is small, so I won't sell it by piece. I'll sell it by pound. One pound is 1.2 yuan. How much do you want?"
The price is neither high nor low, and the profit is similar to the other two.
Sure enough, the woman didn't even frown when she heard it: "Two catties of salty ones."
Hu Yufeng weighed two kilograms of dough quickly, collected the money, and said with a smile, "Have a good time. Remember Yufeng Mahua. If you like it, come back next time."
The woman also laughed: "Remember it, big sister. Even if I can't remember the brand, I will remember you..."
Hu Yufeng laughed: "That's good..."
After the first one, more and more people came to ask for the price.
People are full of desire to explore new and novel foods, just like the little fried dough twists in our home. Once they try it, 80% of people will buy it.
The business started smoothly.
After finishing her work, Hu Yufeng picked up three big hemp twists and exchanged them for two or three pancakes from her neighbor.
"Xiu'er, take a break first, eat some pancakes and then knead them." Hu Yufeng called to her daughter-in-law.
After rubbing the sweat in his hands, Yang Xiu covered them with a towel, then raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
He twisted his stiff body left and right, picked up the pancake on the chopping board and started eating.
While eating, I watched the people coming and going.
After taking a few bites, someone came to ask the price. Hu Yufeng quickly put down the pancake and went forward to greet them.
She expertly filled the bags, heavy, and collected the money. There is always a warm smile on his face.
Yang Xiu was stunned for a moment while biting the pancake: she was always busy rubbing and kneading the pancake and rarely paid attention to her mother-in-law. The mother-in-law in my mind is just like she is now, always smiling, warm and cheerful. The mother-in-law who used to have a stern face and look at people with squinted eyes can no longer be compared to the person in front of me.
The change in a person is so great that before you know it, he seems like a completely different person.
She was lost in thought.
When Hu Yufeng finished her work, she saw Yang Xiu staring at her. She couldn't help but wonder: "What's on my face? Why are you looking at me like that..."
Yang Xiu came back to his senses and said hurriedly: "No, nothing, I just thought of something..."
Hu Yufeng didn't ask any further questions and continued eating her pancakes.
Seeing that Yang Xiu hadn't finished her pancake, she picked up the remaining one and gave it to Qin Wenli.
There are two stalls, one in the south and one in the middle, some distance apart but not far.
You can see the flags fluttering in the wind from a distance. When we arrived, we saw Qin Wenli weighing dried tofu for people. Hu Yufeng stood there for a while, and three people came over to buy dried tofu.
Hu Yufeng handed the pancake to Qin Wenli and said, "Next year, dry more tofu. I think a lot of people will buy it..."
"Okay... I asked about it. They said that dried tofu can be stored for a long time, so there is no need to worry about it going bad if you buy it. People can even make a dish out of it."
Most people who buy dried tofu are from poor families. Fresh tofu is not fresh after a few days. Compared to it, dried tofu is much more suitable.
This was something Qin Wenli had not expected.
The reason I made dried tofu was simply because I didn’t want the unsold tofu to go to waste. Who would have thought there would be such an unexpected gain.
Therefore, when doing business, you should not be afraid of having many ideas. Once you have an idea, you should put it into practice. Who knows what you will gain in the end?
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