The Small Canteen Of Dali Temple

The Small Canteen Of Dali Temple Chapter 20: Dòujiāng Yóutiáo (2)

The next day, the sky was still dark.

Wen Mingtang, Ah Bing, and Tangyuan had already arrived at the public kitchen to prepare the breakfast food.

Just like yesterday, after finishing sterilizing the utensils, they waited for Wen Mingtang to wash and soak the yellow soybeans before putting them into the mill to grind soy milk. While arranging the utensils, the corner of their eye caught a glimpse of the seasoning can, and they couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.

“Master Wen, when I left last night, I took a special look at the sugar can. It was obviously still half full, but now there is only a little left in the bottom!” Tangyuan picked up the sugar can, handed it to Wen Mingtang, and remembered, “I watched it before I went back to bed yesterday.”

Tangyuan was a careful girl, and she was very organized. When she was with Wen Mingtang on the first day, she knew that before she went back to sleep, she should check the required ingredients, seasonings, etc., and make a mark.

Wen Mingtang was very satisfied with this habit.

“It was obviously half full…” As if afraid that Wen Mingtang and Ah Bing would not believe her, Tangyuan burst into tears, holding the can of sugar and gesticulating, “It was still here when I saw it yesterday, why is there only one left now?” Is it all over?”

Looking at Tangyuan with a red nose and eyes, Wen Mingtang reached out to hug her, patted her on the shoulder, and comforted her: “It’s okay! Don’t cry! I believe you!”

Ah Bing also took out his handkerchief and handed it to Tangyuan, saying, “I believe you too. Master Wen said yesterday that he wanted to make soy milk and sugar cakes, and for these two days, she’ll need sugar. I can tell it must be that Master Wang deliberately played a trick to disgust us after hearing about it!”

Exactly! Even if those two needed sugar for themselves, why didn’t they mention it earlier? Why wait until Tangyuan finished inspecting the sugar can to speak up about it? It seems like they intentionally played a mean trick on Tangyuan and Ah Bing!

“Ji Caimai doesn’t live in the yamen, and he usually doesn’t come here until after noon!” Tangyuan flattened her mouth and couldn’t help sobbing, “By the time Ji Caimai brings the sugar, lunch will already be over. How could they possibly use the sugar in time for the meal?” It seemed even more suspicious now that they mentioned it so late. Tangyuan and Ah Bing were right to be upset about this situation.

Ah Bing was really angry at what she said, and said: “No! This is too annoying, I have to go back and tell the second cousin…”

“It’s okay!” Wen Mingtang smiled when she heard the words and stretched out her hand to stop Ah Bing who was about to run to complain.

She lowered her head to look at the ground soy milk, and suddenly said, “Soy milk is not only delicious when it is sweet, but also delicious when it is salty!”

Tangyuan, whose nose was red from crying, was taken aback, and opened her mouth instinctively, muttering: “Can soy milk still be made salty?”

She also ate the soy milk bought outside, all with added sugar, the mouth was sweet. This salty soy milk… Uh, to be honest, she hadn’t heard of it yet.

Wen Mingtang smiled and said: “Of course, and the taste is quite good!”

How…is it possible? The tears of Tangyuan stopped, and she just wanted to laugh, but the smile just burst out and then collapsed again: “But the sugar cake…”

“Then we won’t make sugar cakes,” Wen Mingtang looked at the ingredient box that she had. There was enough flour, so she said, “We will make yóutiáo.”

Yóutiáo? What was that? Both Ah Bing and Tangyuan were at a loss.

But soon, the two of them knew what yóutiáo were.

The slender flour strips were put into the hot oil pan, and countless small bubbles rolled the dough in the oil pan. When they slowly floated up, the skin was slightly yellow, and with the wooden chopsticks in Wen Mingtang’s hand, she constantly fiddled with it and turned it over. The dough fluffed up from the original slender strip, and then gradually became larger, and the skin also changed from light yellow to burnt yellow.

“Yóutiáo are not difficult to make flour dough recipe. The difficult thing is to pay attention to the heat of frying and toss them constantly.” Wen Mingtang said, handing the chopsticks in her hand to Tangyuan, and said, “You come here !”

Tangyuan was careful and methodical in doing things, which was why she was the most suited for doing this job.

The yóutiáos in the oil pan were lined up, and with the sound of “prickling, prickling”, all the fried yóutiáo were picked up by Tangyuan from one side, and Wen Mingtang put in a slender dough stick from the other side.

Pick up one by one and put it away, until all the yóutiáo were done. In the meantime, Ah Bing’s soy milk was also cooked under Wen Mingtang’s teaching.

Scooping up a spoonful, looking at the mellow and jade-like slurry, Ah Bing took a deep breath, and said excitedly, “Master Wen, please see if this is ready?”

Wen Mingtang came over to take a look, nodded, and praised: “It’s cooked well!” After saying that, she took the bowl, scooped a spoonful into the bowl, and then scooped some sugar from the nearly empty sugar bowl, poured it into the bowl and stirred it, and made a simple bowl. He handed the sweet soy milk to Ah Bing, and said, “Try it!”

Ah Bing picked up the spoon, looked at the soy milk with a mellow bean fragrance in front of him, scooped a spoonful, blew it, and put it into his mouth.

The soy milk in his mouth did not have the beany smell of the soy milk that he usually tasted. The rich and silky bean aroma with a slight sweetness swept the whole mouth and nose.

Ah Bing couldn’t help but open his eyes wide: this was too delicious!

Seeing Ah Bing’s reaction, Wen Mingtang was very satisfied. The preparation of soy milk was simpler than that of yóutiáo, but the key lay in the details, especially the clean bean smell.

The most important thing to avoid the beany smell was to add cold water and pay attention to the heat of the soy milk when cooking. It needs to be boiled slowly once to produce bubbles, then the heat has to be turned off and wait for the bubbles to dissipate. Then it should be cooked slowly for two or three times.

After all, it was just a little troublesome, but it was not difficult to do!

Seeing that Ah Bing tasted the soy milk, Tangyuan grabbed a yóutiáo that was not too hot to touch and bit down, and then her eyes straightened!

The yóutiáo were crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside, and they were torn apart with a slightly wet tenacity in the mouth. Crisp and soft were two completely different textures mixed, the taste was really special, and it was too addictive.

Tangyuan bit down one bite at a time, and soon, there was only the bottom of the yóutiáo in hand.

These fritters looked like a deep-fried twisted bun, but their taste was really rich.

Tasty! Tangyuan finished eating the deep-fried dough stick in hand, licked her fingers, and was about to get the second one when Wen Mingtang said: “Let’s save some stomach, there are other ways to eat this deep-fried dough stick.”

After finishing speaking, Wen Mingtang picked up a yóutiáo, cut it into small pieces, and threw it into the bowl, then put in a handful of dried seaweed and dried shrimp, and finally threw in the diced pickled cabbage head, everything was ready After that, Wen Mingtang scooped up a spoonful of soy milk and poured it on.

The yóutiáo cut into small pieces, seaweed, dried shrimp and other items floated onto the warm jade-colored slurry surface, and Wen Mingtang drizzled a circle of sauce, vinegar, and chili oil on it.

Warm jade-like soybean milk mixed with a bowl full of “small ingredients” was pushed in front of Tangyuan and Ah Bing.

Wen Mingtang looked at the two of them with a smile: “Have you tried salty soy milk?”

Salty… soy milk? Ah Bing and Tangyan looked at the bowl full of soy milk in front of them, and couldn’t help being stunned. The so-called soy milk in front of them was really beyond their perception.

Ah Bing subconsciously looked down at the sweet soy milk he had just drank, and it was the first time he knew that soy milk could do this.

This soy milk…

The salty smell mixed with the mellow and silky bean fragrance poured into the nose, and the hook made people move their index fingers.

Another bowl of salted soy milk was placed in front of the two of them, so as not to push them away like yesterday, Wen Mingtang said with a smile: “Try this salted soy milk, is it delicious?”

T/N I want Ah Bing and Tangyuan’s job!!!!!! And so here we have the next recipe/ark Fresh Soya Milk and Fried dough stick. I am guessing it is something like churros; but salty.