APTnovel Chapter 35 Frying Dough Sticks
Chapter 35 Frying Dough Sticks
After returning home.
Chen Youyou had already been coaxed to sleep. Chen Da was sitting in the courtyard drinking tea and reading the newspaper. Taking advantage of this time, Wang Xiulan pulled Chen Yuan into the living room.
Then they started making small talk and asked about Su Qingxue.
Chen Yuan didn't understand why his mother was asking these questions, especially since he didn't really know Su Qingxue.
So he knew absolutely nothing when asked.
After getting most of what Chen Yuan wanted to say, Wang Xiulan changed the subject and spoke very seriously.
"Son, all these years, your father and I have always been very confident in you because you are a very upright child. You never do anything messy and you are very responsible."
"I hope that you will have this sense of responsibility not only towards your parents and children, but also towards your entire family, and especially towards your wife."
Chen Yuan was completely baffled. He scratched his head and asked in return.
"Mom, what do you mean by suddenly telling me all this today?"
"What I mean is that you must take responsibility for Lin Wei. She is your wife and the mother of your child. You need to be aware of that."
Chen Yuan then realized what was going on.
"Mom, are you talking about me and Su Qingxue?"
Wang Xiulan remained silent, but Chen Yuan already understood, and he said.
"Why did you keep asking about Su Qingxue? Do you think there's something wrong between us?"
"I didn't say that, I just told you to be careful."
"You didn't say it that way, but that's what you meant."
Chen Yuan couldn't tell Lin Wei that they had already divorced.
If I say it, there will definitely be another magnitude 8 earthquake.
So all I could say was, "We have nothing, and she's just a young college student. Don't think so badly of her, and don't think so badly of me either."
"You mean you're really alright?"
"I'm really okay, I swear to God, is that alright now?"
With Chen Yuan's guarantee and his confident demeanor,
Wang Xiulan felt relieved.
"Alright, alright, I'm not trying to interrogate you about anything, I'm just giving you a heads-up."
"understood."
"Good to know. Go out and have some tea with your dad."
The afternoon passed quickly.
It wasn't until evening that Chen Yuan took Chen Youyou back to their rented apartment.
A new day soon began.
In addition to the fresh low-gluten flour he ordered every day, Chen Yuan also bought medium-gluten flour to fry dough sticks.
Besides.
I bought another big barrel of oil.
After he returned to the store with the items.
Sure enough, next to the original gas stove, there was a brand new square fryer, equipped with oil drain baskets and other accessories needed for frying dough sticks.
After adjusting the system according to the instructions, Chen Yuan was very satisfied with the fryer.
Then he started kneading the dough.
Add a certain proportion of baking powder, salt, sugar and baking soda to the flour.
And a few eggs, and leavening agent for fried dough sticks.
Following the system's instructions, he added some glutinous rice flour, saying it would enhance the fluffiness of the fried dough sticks.
Then add water and stir the flour until it forms clumps.
Add lard or shortening and knead until smooth; this is to increase crispness.
After kneading the dough until smooth, let it rest and rest.
Next, fold the dough. Folding the dough means pressing it flat from the outside in.
This needs to be repeated three times.
Once the dough is kneaded, it can be set aside for later use.
At the same time, an additional line of text was added to Chen Yuan's simple signboard.
[A fried dough stick costs 2 yuan.]
After putting the steamed buns in the pot, Chen Yuan didn't rush to fry the dough sticks.
Early spring mornings are still a bit chilly. If you make fried dough sticks too early, they will get cold and the taste will be compromised. Most importantly, no one will buy cold fried dough sticks.
Aunt Wang was the first to arrive at the store.
That signature head of silver hair shimmered with a special light even in the darkness.
Aunt Wang couldn't help but smile when she saw Chen Yuan.
"Young man, give me two cups of soy milk, two meat buns, a milk... wait, do you have any fried dough sticks?"
Chen Yuan smiled and quickly began to introduce the topic.
"Yes, Aunt Wang, fried dough sticks are two yuan each. Would you like to try a couple?"
"Two yuan a stick, that's not cheap."
"You get what you pay for. The oil I used is green, and I just poured it on this morning. The noodles were also made fresh this morning, so they are very clean."
With Chen Yuan's enthusiastic recommendation, Aunt Wang said with a smile.
"Alright then, fry me two first. If they're good, I'll buy more tomorrow. My husband loves fried dough sticks the most."
"Okay, please wait a moment."
"How long will it take?"
"Five minutes is not enough; freshly fried dough sticks taste the best."
While they were talking, Chen Yuan immediately heated the oil.
Once small bubbles appeared in the oil, Chen Yuan immediately took out the dough and rolled it into a thin sheet.
Cut into even strips, stack two strips together, and press down in the middle with chopsticks to make a mark.
Next, pinch both ends and stretch the dough stick, then throw it into the oil.
Then comes a churning, and the fried dough sticks gradually expand and turn golden brown during the frying process.
soon.
The fluffy, soft, and crispy golden-brown fried dough sticks were scooped out and placed in a draining basket on the side.
Take advantage of this time to drain the oil.
Chen Yuan quickly packed up the steamed buns and soy milk that Aunt Wang needed.
Finally, the freshly fried, piping hot fried dough sticks were handed over.
Aunt Wang said with some surprise when she received it.
"You're really honest when it comes to selling things. These fried dough sticks are huge, and they're even longer than my forearm, yet they only cost two yuan each."
"The fried dough sticks sold at the intersection south of our neighborhood are half the size of yours, and they cost 1.5 yuan."
After expressing her feelings, Aunt Wang happily carried her breakfast away.
Then came Grandpa Zhang and Grandpa Xu, along with many other familiar faces from the neighborhood, who came here to buy breakfast.
Chen Yuan was so busy he barely had time to breathe.
To ensure timely supply, the fried dough sticks were no longer fried one by one, but in large batches, as they would sell out as soon as they came out of the fryer.
The aroma wafting from the breakfast shop is no longer just that of steamed buns and soy milk, but also includes an extremely strong fragrance of fried food.
The fragrance travels very, very far.
Meanwhile, Chen Yuan also learned the reason for yesterday's unusual situation.
Grandpa Xu was the type who couldn't keep a secret; he spoke like a firecracker, chattering away.
"Let me tell you, Old Chen's steamed bun shop lowered its prices yesterday, and their steamed buns were only half price, so some people who like to take advantage of bargains rushed to buy them."
"Really? I didn't know," Chen Yuan said.
Hearing this, Grandpa Xu became even more enthusiastic.
"Let me tell you, that steamed bun shop is targeting you."
"To tell you the truth, Old Chen, who used to sell steamed buns, drove out the young couple who used to make them!"