Chapter 6： Fried dough sticks soy milk

Chapter 6 Fried dough sticks and soy milk

Su Ruojin had thought of it a long time ago, so a month ago, she racked her brains to get money for her mother's delivery. Finally, she got what she wanted, and her mother could have a stable confinement.

The Su family's third party was quite decent, and everyone left at noon.

Su Yanli had something on his mind and felt very relaxed. Once the guests had left, he wrapped his wife tightly in two big quilts and carried her back to the master bedroom, and then moved her youngest son to the cradle next to the big bed.

As soon as everything was done, he sat on the bedside, looking at his wife and playing with his children, looking like a man with a wife, children and everything he wanted to do.

Su Ruojin, who was standing aside to help organize:…

Dad, you can’t sit still, what are you going to do for dinner? Who cares?

Su Ruojin stood still.

Look at her dad.

Su Yanli stretched out his hand to straighten his wife's messy hair at the temples, and pushed his hair behind his ears. Then he turned around to look at his little son who couldn't open his eyes yet, with a smile on his face. What else would he want for dinner? I guess all the happy ones are full.

Su Ruojin could only curl her lips, turn away from the three of them, and hurried to see Dong's mother.

Mother Dong was taking the time to wash the clothes of the Su family, as well as the mattresses that the mistress had changed in the past two days. She was a little worried, "Madam's lochia doesn't seem to be flowing smoothly. Er Niang, you have to keep an eye on it. If you find any If something is wrong, ask your father to call the doctor immediately. "

Su Ruojin nodded, "My mother had a hard time giving birth and she was very tired, so she had a bad appetite and didn't want to eat."

If you don’t eat, you won’t be able to recover your physical strength. If your physical strength is not recovered well, lochia will certainly not be passed 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 waited until the Su family's dinner was ready before Mother Dong left. Su Ruojin was worried and asked Uncle Shutong to take her back.

“Mom, don’t worry, I will bring you back after the New Year at most.”

When Mama Dong heard this, she started wiping away tears again, "I know, I'm not in a hurry, please tell me not to be in a hurry, take care of Madam's confinement first, and spend the money on Madam first."

The master and the servant sighed again for a long time before they separated.

Su Ruojin stood in the corridor, looking at the dark night, listening to the howling of the cold wind, thinking about the days after tomorrow all by herself. She spent more than two taels of seven taels of silver, and the remaining five taels had to be divided into half. His father will receive his salary at the end of the month.

Finally she had two and a half pieces of living money in her hand. She had already thought about what to do with the money!

Facing the night, with a smile blooming like a flower, Su Ruojin shouted that she could finally make money!

Su Ruojin turned around and entered the house. Her father had just finished dinner and had already slipped back to the bedroom to accompany his wife and children. She had no choice but to arrange for her eldest brother Anzhi and eldest brother Ganzhi to wash their faces and feet and go to sleep. After putting them into bed, Mrs. Tang put them in bed. Okay, after tucking in every corner of the quilt, they turned on the light and left their room.

After coming out, she did not go back to her small room, but went to the kitchen. She poured out a lot of the flour and soybeans she had bought in the past two days while washing three tables of noodles. She first soaked the soybeans in a small wooden basin, The chopping board was put away again... The little figure was very busy in the kitchen.

Most of an hour later, Shu Tong came back.

Su Ruojin has already packed up and is waiting for Uncle Shutong to come back: "Uncle Shutong, we have to get up early in the morning tomorrow. I have something to ask you to do."

“What’s the matter? Make money?” Shutong’s mind is now full of making money.

Su Ruojin opened her mouth and smiled brightly, "Absolutely."

“Ah…ah…” The book fellow seemed to be happy, “Tell me how to make money?”

“You’ll know tomorrow morning!” Su Ruojin pointed at the surface on the chopping board and said, “Knead the dough for me first.”

“What shall we eat tomorrow morning?”

“Soup cake.” (actually modern boiled noodles)

“Then it doesn’t require so many noodles?” He looked at Er Niangzi doubtfully.

"Absolutely." Su Ruojin refused to answer him directly and instructed him on how to knead the dough, how much alkali to add, how much dough to break off, and even added salt, sugar, and beaten eggs. Shutong was frightened by the many ingredients that Er Niangzi put in, "How complicated is it to make a soup cake?"

Su Ruojin pursed her lips and smiled without saying a word, and instructed him to put the kneaded dough in a straw bag to ferment. Winter is cold and the temperature is low. It takes time for the dough to ferment, and it will not overheat and turn sour overnight.

"That'll be fine?"

Since Mother Dong was snatched away, the Su family had to cook and cook together, but the cooking was unpalatable. Later, the little master couldn't stand it, so he stood on a small stool and held up a spoon so that the Su family's food could be put into his mouth.

No, no, it should be delicious. Er Niangzi is talented in cooking, and any dish will always taste delicious if she points it out. Shu Tong feels that the food in the restaurant is not as delicious as Er Niangzi’s cooking.

Su Ruojin got into bed and fell asleep in order to get up early tomorrow.

However, Shutong was kept awake all night by the mysterious words of the little master. Until early in the morning, he followed the little master into the kitchen. The little master instructed him to grind and cook the soybeans. The oil was poured into the big iron pot.

He was so frightened that he almost screamed. Everyone was still at Meng's house in the early hours of the morning. He covered his mouth tightly and stared at the little master without blinking.

Su Ruojin reached out and patted the dough that had risen. It was soft and soft. When she poked it open with her fingers, the air holes in the dough were just right. She quickly pulled Shu Tong to the table and said, "Knead again quickly, empty out the air, and then knead it into pieces." Such a big dose..."

"what?"

“Of course it’s fried dough sticks!”

Youtiao, originally called "fried cypress", this traditional breakfast snack has a story about the traitor Qin Hui and the loyal patriotic Yue Fei.

But at this time, although Dayin is similar to the Song Dynasty, it is not the Song Dynasty after all. There is no Qin Hui who killed Yue Fei and his son on "unfounded" charges, and there is no story of the people venting their resentment by throwing noodles into the oil pan and eating fried cypress.

Su Ruojin flattened and stretched the small dumplings held by Uncle Shutong until they were as long as chopsticks. Then she stacked the two together, pressed them with chopsticks, and put them into the hot oil pan. In a blink of an eye, the white strips of noodles were melted by the hot oil. It explodes, changes color and swells.

Su Ruojin kept flipping it with special long chopsticks. In a few breaths, the two noodles pressed together turned into fluffy, golden and delicious fried dough sticks.

“Hiss…” Shutong made a slurping sound, “Second… lady… looks delicious!” He stood from behind the stove to the edge of the stove, his mouth watering as he watched.

“It doesn’t just look delicious, it tastes delicious too.”

Shutong chuckled, "Second Lady, how many do you want to blow up?"

“Blow up a lot.”

Shutong didn't understand: "Why did so many bombs explode? Did the Second Lady want to give them away?"

Su Ruojin rolled her eyes at him and said, "If you don't need money for oil or noodles, I won't give them away."

"How long will it take to eat?" I saw Er Niangzi putting the fried dough sticks into the basket one by one, and soon the basket was full.

Su Ruojin silently calculated in her mind that there were 100 sticks. Let’s just make this many sticks this morning. Let’s test the water and sell them first. See the effect before deciding how many to fry tomorrow.

The soy milk was cooked in the big pot inside. Su Ruojin asked the books to be put into two jars, then turned around and took out paper cups made of oil paper.

“Uncle Shutong, I’ll give you three cents for each fried dough stick and three cents for a cup of soy milk. Hurry up and take them to the front of Plum Alley to sell them.”

Tonight when I was revising the article, Binghe suddenly realized that he had written the heroine’s name wrong and he covered his face! !

The children of the Su family, the eldest and the second, were named Anzhi Ruosu. Father Su wanted his daughter to be as beautiful as a flower, so he changed his daughter's name from Ruosu to Ruojin.

The third and fourth children are called Gan Zhiruyi, but the fourth child in the Su family is a boy, so Ruyi cannot be given to the fourth child. Guess what the fourth child’s name will be?

Also, are the prices of fried dough sticks and soy milk too high? Hee hee, dears, it’s high or low, see you in the comment section! !

Hey, I love you!

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