Bi Yue was teaching Bi Cheng as a master, and she said to herself, "I'm telling you, big brother, this job will be yours from now on. You have to get the ratio right. If you add too much lard, the fried food will turn white instead of golden yellow (shai), which will make people lose their appetite."
"Ah." Bi Cheng's face flushed slightly. He was a little bit dissatisfied. It was not good to cut corners.
However, his hands did not stop moving. Following Bi Yue's instructions, he took the dough that had been fermented on the panel one by one, divided it into duck egg-sized pieces and then kneaded it into balls.
Bi Yue sighed, and seeing that Bi Cheng looked unhappy, she explained:
"Other families do the same. It's not that I'm not smart. Let's do this for the next two days. After a few days, you'll get used to it. We can use our own lard. It's safer and cleaner than the ones we buy."
"Sister, I didn't think much about it."
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Slender hands rub the jade into pieces, and deep-fried it with green oil until it turns tender and deep yellow.
The spring sleep at night is of no importance, and the beautiful woman has gold wrapped around her arm.
With ten pounds of noodles, which southerners also call "fried cypress", Bi Yue fried seventy-five fried dough sticks.
When Bi Cheng opened his mouth awkwardly several times to ask someone to buy two, scratched his head and struggled with his face flushed, Bi Yue's two little hands flew around and she shouted:
"Try it and have a look. The freshly fried dough sticks are fragrant and crispy. They are clean and hygienic. I guarantee you will want to eat the next one after you finish this one!"
Even after shouting, Bi Cheng didn't blush or breathe heavily, but he seemed to be encouraged by his sister: "Auntie? Buy two?" "Sister, they are hot from the pot, look at them, they are golden!"
Bi Yue wiped her hands with a white cloth and looked at the uncontrollable smile on Bi Cheng's face as he collected the money. She suddenly looked up at the blue sky:
Grandpa, grandma, Xiaoxuan is using your skills to learn to gain a foothold in this world.
Did you see that? My cooking skills are pretty good.
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