That afternoon, Mother Wen and the others were frying various New Year's goods, and Jiang Yu was secretly giving some fried goods to the little ones.
Because the two rough brothers in the Jiang family were not very good at cooking and they didn't know how to make such a difficult dish as fried New Year's goods, Mother Wen took over the frying of the Jiang family's New Year's goods.
It is children's nature to love to eat and to join in the fun. When they learned that the Wen family was frying New Year's goods, Wei Zhuzhu and Jiang Yunfan and others didn't even take a nap, gathered at the Wen family, and surrounded Jiang Yu, crying out for food.
After Jiang Yu distributed the fried dough twists to them one by one, the little ones ran away cheering.
After Wen's mother and the others had finished frying the food, Jiang Yu took out a jar from the kitchen cabinet and placed it on the stove.
Aunt Wang has been staying with Jiang Yu all this time and has seen all kinds of delicious food. Seeing that she has new ideas, she looked at the jar expectantly.
Then Jiang Yu opened the lid and picked out a piece of dark gray dried tofu with chopsticks.
Aunt Wang couldn't help but widen her eyes, her greed disappeared instantly, replaced by an expression of disgust.
The stinky tofu was successfully fermented, and Jiang Yu was extremely satisfied.
Stinky tofu smells bad but tastes good. Its smell is so strong that you can smell the strange smell from far away. It is a must-try in snack streets.
I was breathing heavily while chewing the stinky tofu uncomfortably. The more I chewed, the less tasteful it became. It was spicy and hot, and every bite had the unique mellow and fresh flavor of stinky tofu.
I took a few steps forward, frowned, and craned my neck to look at Ning Nan: "Aunt, what is that? Why does it smell weird?"
"This is really bad. Grandpa hasn't tasted it for a long time..." Then he talked about a short experience of eating stinky tofu when he was young.
Just as you were trying to persuade him, a large man rushed out from the main kitchen door. Before he even said hello to Old Man Wen and us, he shouted in a baby voice, "What bad food? What bad food?"
Qin Yun and I pressed our faces together, shook our heads, and looked very resistant.
"That's stinky tofu. It smells weird, but tastes delicious." Xiaoyu explained patiently. Seeing that I was the only one there, she looked up to look for Wen Ziyao.
Xiaoyu looked up at Wen Zizhao, as if she saw the Husky that her best friend would raise in the future, which would slowly rush over as soon as it touched the plastic bag of snacks.
Xiaoyu hadn't expected you to be so disgusted, so she smiled helplessly and said, "That's bad, you have to share such bad food with grandpa."
Looking at the white cubes emitting a unique fragrance outside the pot, I guessed what it was as soon as I got in: "Dayu, is he making stinky tofu?"
You move quickly and skillfully, deep-frying the stinky tofu in cold oil, re-adjusting the sauce, and repeating the same steps. Slowly, the steaming seven-spice stinky tofu is ruined.
Qin Yun had just brought the fried food to Jiang's house. When she came back, she smelled this strange fragrance and hurriedly stopped him: "Dayu, the tofu is ready. Why did he put it out of the pot?"
Wen Zizhao was in the naughty stage where he was curious about everything. He didn't dislike the strange smell of stinky tofu at first, but when he saw Xiaoyu frying tofu and making sauce in a pan, his dislike was thrown away and he was left with only curiosity.
"Mom, Aunt Wang, they doubt you. That stinky tofu only smells bad, but it tastes delicious and tempting. It's crispy on the inside and tender on the outside. It's so delicious. I guarantee they'll want more after eating it."
As for the other big guys, we also know where they ran to.
Aunt Wang complained to herself: "Does it smell weird? It's obviously stinky..."
When Qin Yun saw that Mr. Wen tried to stop her, she knew that it was edible, so she just continued to say happy words.
To make stinky tofu, first prepare the sauce. Grind dried mushrooms and dried shrimp into a powder to enhance the flavor. Chop garlic and scallions and place them in a bowl. Add cornel oil, sugar, soy sauce, salt, and water to taste. Stir well and set aside.
Xiaoyu can understand our disgust, but how could you, a stinky tofu fanatic, stop drooling just by smelling the smell?
Before Xiaoyu could explain, the strange smell of the stinky tofu immediately overflowed as soon as it was fried in cold oil. Qin Yun and I were all so disgusted by the stench that we covered our noses, took a few steps forward, and began to retch.
I smelled the aroma of stinky tofu and started to salivate. I picked up the chopsticks swiftly, picked up a piece from the plate in Ning Nan's hand and put it into my mouth.
Xiaoyu was laughing and crying, rubbing Wen Zizhao's head: "That dish is too spicy, make them another one."
Old Master Wen, who had just returned from inside, came over after smelling the scent.
Old Master Wen on the side grinned like a Maitreya Buddha when he heard this, and thought to himself, "That's too bad, someone stole it from me. You know, the food Xiaoyu usually makes is always bad."
As he was talking, he was about to get off the stove and prepare to lift the pot.
When I bite into the crispy, fragrant and fluffy stinky tofu skin, the boiling hot sauce overflows from the stinky tofu. The tender tofu inside and outside retains the coldness of being just out of the pot. It is so hot that I almost cry.
Xiaoyu swallowed her saliva, turned around with the plate, looked at Qin Yun and Aunt Wang and said, "Mom, Aunt Wang, do they want to try it?"
It was just that Wen Zizhao ran too slowly, and only smelled the odor of stinky tofu after he arrived.
When Jiwen's mother came over, she stopped him even more anxiously: "Dayu, that tastes so... it's edible."
Use chopsticks to poke a few large holes under the fried stinky tofu, pour the starch sauce on it, and let the cold soup quickly soak through the holes.
Then in the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Xiaoyu.
Sure enough, twins are sometimes separated from each other.
Sprinkle with chopped green onions and sesame seeds, and the stinky tofu soup is ready.
Xiaoyu handed me the plate and encouraged me, "Try it?"
Aunt Wang: "No, it smells too bad. Dayu, if he wants to research new food, he can use that rotten tofu as an ingredient."
You ask Aunt Wang to turn on the high heat, pour the sauce into the pot, add starch, and simmer it for a while, and the slightly thick sauce will be ruined.
Heat oil in a pan, and when the oil temperature rises, add the stinky tofu.
At this time, Wen Ziyao was hiding under the door frame, half of his face exposed, hesitating whether to step out of the kitchen, looking like he was "observing secretly".
Xiaoyu is the type of person who eats alone. Once she has satisfied her own desire, she will forget about others. So she asked again, "Want to try it?"
Ning Nan was busy with seven things at once. While replying, he picked up the fried stinky tofu and put it in the bowl. "Yes, Grandpa, I'll make it bad for him later."
Seeing that I felt uncomfortable eating, Qin Yun and I were all shocked. Is it not that bad to eat?
"It's really bad, I believe you!"
The two of them shook their heads in agreement.
There are very few recipes for stinky tofu sauces, and the flavors vary. Xiaoyu prefers a slightly thickened sauce; it's too thick, but just enough to hold the dried tofu together, allowing the spicy, savory cold broth to fully coat the stinky tofu.
Xiaoyu used a small amount of chili oil, and when he swallowed the hot and spicy stinky tofu, the coolness was transferred to the outside of his stomach, which was so refreshing.
Seeing that no one came to stop her, Aunt Wang also hurriedly agreed, "Yes, it's all moldy. You should pour it all out."
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