Su Qingluan got closer and looked at the ice cube carefully. Under the crystal clear surface, there was a white and opaque mist inside the ice cube.
After touching it slightly, the ice cube was still a little sticky, and Su Qingluan understood that the ice cube was actually deeper than she imagined.
She couldn't help but secretly marveled: She had read in the book that the ancients had their own way of storing ice cubes, which could ensure that it would be used from spring to winter. She didn't expect it to be true.
She smiled and nodded at Xu Yuanwei: "Thank you for your hard work, master."
Turn around and start preparing the batter for frying the ice cubes.
She put some flour into the beaten eggs and mixed them evenly until the batter was so thick that it could even stop the chopsticks.
At the same time, he put the iron pot on the stove and poured most of the soybean oil in the pot with "dong dong dong" from the shopkeeper Liang.
Then he took the onion and ginger next to him. He originally wanted to break up the whole piece of ginger, but then he paused with his hand, rolled his eyes, and showed a sly smile. In the end, he only cut off a small piece as big as the belly of his thumb. Throw the flakes into the oil.
Su Qingluan turned around and took the ice cubes. She brushed away the small pieces around them and used them. She took the larger piece in the middle and cut off the melted corners with a knife, leaving a piece slightly larger than an egg. ice.
Su Qingluan first rolled dry flour on the surface of the ice cubes. The slightly melted ice cubes formed a thin film of water, which quickly wetted the flour and formed a layer of batter.
Su Qingluan then thickly wrapped the ice cubes in the thick batter made from eggs, and hung a layer of dry flour on the outside of the thick batter.
It was wrapped in three layers inside and out, and the ice cube that was originally the size of an egg was now about the size of a fist.
At this time, Su Qingluan turned around and looked at the ginger slices in the oil pan. She saw a layer of fine foam on the surface, and the originally light yellow surface slowly began to turn into burnt yellow.
Su Qingluan put her hands on the surface of the oil pan, felt the temperature, and then gently and slowly slid the ice cubes wrapped in thick flour batter down the wall of the pan.
The moment it slid into the oil pan, fine bubbles appeared on the surface of the ice cubes covered with flour slurry, and the oil pan began to churn and occasionally explode with a "crack".
During the whole process, all the helpers who had no work to do, including shopkeeper Liang, looked at Su Qingluan and marveled at it.
Shopkeeper Liang walked up to Xu Yuanwei and sighed with a smile: "I don't know how my good niece had such a wonderful idea to wrap ice cubes and fry them like this - but such ice cubes can't be fried." Melting?"
Naturally, he didn't know that modern people, who no longer had to worry about food and drink, had developed all kinds of weird foods. One of them, "fried ice cream," was similar to the problem that the naughty kid had today.
Xu Yuanwei stared at Su Qingluan's movements, his expression a little unpredictable: "Miss Su, she wrapped the batter thickly, so as to block the high temperature of frying from entering the inside. Furthermore, if the frying time is accurately controlled, it can Keeping the ice inside from melting."
Sure enough, as if to confirm Xu Yuanwei's words, Su Qingluan picked up the pan and quickly flipped the ice cubes wrapped in batter to quickly brown the surface until a layer of crispy shell formed on the surface.
Taking advantage of the break from frying, she even took the time to put a few leaves on the plate as a decoration, and then placed the ice cubes that had been fried until golden brown in the center of the plate. With the slightly sizzling shell, Su Qingluan, who has been working for many years, picked up the plate quickly and said: "Uncle Liang, let's serve it quickly. This thing can't wait, or it will melt if it's too slow."
As she spoke, she quickly walked out of the kitchen, leaving everyone behind.
But in this case, no one blamed her for being too impatient - who said there was a little King of Hell in front of her who was not easy to mess with?
Shopkeeper Liang turned around and told Xu Yuanwei: "Master Xu, please stay in the kitchen. I'll go to the front to take a look first." As the shopkeeper of Hongfu Building, he really couldn't hand all the risks to a little girl like Su Qingluan.
With this in mind, he followed him out in three steps and two steps at a time.
Xu Yuanwei stared at Su Qingluan's leaving figure, his face uncertain. At this time, Qian Liushen came over diligently and handed over a sweat towel: "Master Xu, can you wipe your sweat?"
Xu Yuanwei did not answer, but murmured: "I am indeed not as good as Su Qingluan..."
The voice of these words was almost a whisper, but Qian Liu was nearby and he still heard it. His expression suddenly changed, and he glared outside bitterly.
But Su Qingluan, taking three steps at a time, bypassed the waiters and guests coming and going in Hongfu Tower, and brought the "fried ice cubes" as quickly as possible to the naughty boy Xie Zian.
"Xie Xiaolangjun, please use the 'fried ice cubes' you want." Su Qingluan pushed the fist-sized piece over and made a "please eat" gesture.
"..." Xie Zian probably never thought that such a weird request as "fried ice cubes" would actually be made. First, he stared blankly at the fist-sized lump, and waited for Su Qingluan to push the plate to him. In front of him, he pointed at the plate in disbelief, "How can I 'use' such a big piece?"
Su Qingluan's face was full of respect and seriousness, plus a little bit of grievance: "But didn't you say 'any piece' is fine?"
"..." Xie Xiaolangjun was speechless, because he really said it!
And today was to find trouble in public. For this purpose, he didn't even go to the private room on the second floor!
In front of so many diners in the hall on the first floor, it was impossible for him to stop everyone from saying anything and denying it. Young Master Xie's face turned red and white, and after a while he snorted coldly: "How do I know if it's really ice inside?" ?”
"Xiao Langjun, won't you know if you try it? Or..." Su Qingluan deliberately put on an "Oh, I understand" expression, "Xie Xiaolangjun found every excuse just because he didn't want to use a mouthful of fried ice cubes, right? Do you want to wait until the ice cube melts completely before you can deny it?"
After all, Xie Zian is just an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, and with all his emotions written on his face, he doesn't look like he has too many thoughts, so he was snatched away by Su Qingluan. His face immediately turned red.
At this time, Shopkeeper Liang, who was one step behind, also rushed over and quickly smoothed things over, "Xie Xiaolangjun, my little friend is outspoken. You have magnanimity and will definitely not argue with a commoner girl."
The two of them sang together, leaving Xie Zian speechless - in the final analysis, this naughty kid was not thick-skinned and hard-hearted enough, so he could only turn his attention back to the "fried ice cubes" in front of him.
In fact, he himself was a little curious. He just had a sudden idea, how could it be made?
Children are always curious, so he asked the boy to take a handkerchief for him to clean his hands. He tried it with chopsticks, but he couldn't pick up the three-flat and four-out-of-round object on the plate.
So he sighed, simply picked it up with his bare hands and took a bite——
Then, the young master's taste buds, which had been pampered for more than ten years, felt that they had been abused like never before.
