After frying all the meaty parts, such as chicken legs and wings, Su Qingluan turned his attention to the chicken ribs, which were described as "tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away."
In Su Qingluan's previous life, she and her master went to various places to taste delicious food. During a winter trip to the Northeast, I ate various Northeastern flavors of chicken ribs - what Northeastern people call "chicken racks" - whether smoked with sauce, barbecued or fried, each has its own flavor.
The chicken ribs are different from the previous chicken wings and legs. Su Qingluan did not apply heavy fried chicken flour, only a thin layer, so the flour did not reach the shape of fish scales.
There is very little meat on the chicken ribs, only a thin layer, so the chicken ribs are cooked easily by just stirring them with a spatula a few times.
After Su Qingluan fried all the chicken for the first time, she was not in a hurry to fry it again. She first put the chicken ribs back into the oil pan and slowly fried them at low temperature to make the bones crispy. Taking advantage of this interval, she fried the remaining chicken ribs from the stall today. All the vegetables were finely chopped, and the remaining crust was brought to the yard first.
The two little guys saw the sister bringing out the dishes and jumped over to help. When they saw just some leftover burritos and shredded vegetables, they looked over eagerly. The meaning was obvious: Where is the chicken that was promised?
Su Qingluan was amused by the accusing eyes of her brother and sister: "Each of you write another big character. Didn't you learn a new stroke order today? After you finish writing, you can eat delicious chicken. !”
Su Xueyan nodded obediently and immediately turned around to write big characters in the room. Su Xuanhe's eyes were twitching.
Su Qingluan glanced at him and knew that this boy didn't intend to complete the "homework" he assigned, so he specifically added: "If you don't complete it well, or intentionally write in a very large size on a piece of paper, it won't count."
The reason for this saying is because Su Qingluan once said that each person should write two large-character articles. Since the two little guys just started learning, they basically made strokes like horizontal and vertical strokes, not even complete big characters.
Su Xueyan was very disciplined and wrote densely in each row and column. However, Su Xuanhe deliberately wrote all the strokes in order to be lazy, especially the two strokes of "寅" and "捺", which are diagonally opposite. Compared with strokes such as horizontal and vertical dots, they occupy a larger area.
So this kid simply came up with "head in the sky, feet on the ground", and wrote twelve strokes on the whole piece of paper. Su Qingluan was so angry when she saw it - she should say that this brat didn't just Have you finished writing one sentence?
Of course, the consequences of such laziness are tragic.
Originally, Su Guangfu and Yang had a "free-range" attitude towards whether their children were literate - but that was under the premise that there was no cost.
Paper was not cheap in this era. Su Xuanhe wrote just a few strokes on a piece of paper, leaving a large area of blank space. This serious wasteful habit was absolutely unforgivable in the hearts of the frugal couple.
Naturally, the consequence is a meal of "bamboo stew".
Now that Su Qingluan had made such a special statement, Su Xuanhe's eyeballs were rolling around immediately. He pursed his lips and muttered: "I know, I just want to write well..."
Su Qingluan sneered: "With your little calculations, half of the whole article has been written." After saying that, he patted his brother's little head, turned around and went to the kitchen again.
Although the surface color of the chicken ribs in the pot has not changed much, Su Qingluan knows that unlike the first time when oiling was applied for a short time to lock in the moisture, after a period of slow frying at low temperature, the bone marrow in the middle of the chicken ribs has also been fried. Broken and blown out of water.
She took out the chicken ribs and controlled the oil next to them. Then she bent down and pushed up the windshield partition of the wind box to let more air flow into the stove. Then she licked back the two pieces of firewood that she had withdrawn earlier.
As Su Qingluan slowly pushed and pulled the wind box several times, the flames in the stove burned more intensely. Su Qingluan stood up and kept placing her palms in the air above the oil pan to test the temperature of the oil.
After a while, he felt that the temperature was almost the same. Su Qingluan first threw a piece of fried chicken powder that had been wetted into a ball into the oil pan, and saw that the flour ball quickly "crackled" and rolled into golden flakes. Bubbles floated in the oil pan, and Su Qingluan knew that the heat was up.
So she put the fried chicken and chicken ribs into the oil pan in batches according to different parts.
This time the frying oil temperature is higher and the fire is stronger, in order to form a layer of brown crispy shell on the surface of the fried chicken, while the chicken ribs are fried in order to crisp up the entire bone.
Su Qingluan held the fence and quickly took out the fried chicken in the oil pan, and then took out the bamboo curtain that was used to dry vegetables. Since the bamboo curtain had many gaps, the fried chicken was placed on it. Put the bottom in mid-air and the excess oil can be drained out quickly.
Su Qingluan fished out the chicken on one side and completely pulled down the partition at the door on the other side. Once the air was cut off, the fire in the furnace was extinguished, so Su Qingluan no longer had to worry about black smoke coming out due to the oil being too hot.
The fried chicken that had just come out of the pot made a "sizzling" sound. When it was brought out like this, the two monkeys were so anxious that they would burn their mouths.
Su Qingluan simply took advantage of the opportunity to divide the chicken into three parts, then ground the cumin and dogwood powder into one part of the chicken, and then sprinkled the two powders evenly on the third part. superior.
After thinking about it, she turned around and went to look for it on the cart outside the burrito stall. There was still some jam made from sour hooks, and she put it all in a small bowl.
After doing all this, Su Qingluan felt her saliva secrete like crazy while smelling the familiar but long-lost smell of fried chicken.
Just, just take a small sip...
Su Qingluan defended quietly in her heart - just think of it as a taste. I haven't made fried chicken for so long, and the ingredients are limited. What if it doesn't taste good?
After self-hypnosis, Su Qingluan picked up a piece of chicken that was slightly larger than a mahjong piece and put both natural and dogwood powder into her mouth.
In an instant, the spiciness of dogwood and the unique aroma of cumin instantly occupied the taste buds, and then the crispiness of deep-fried food "clicked" between the teeth.
Finally, there is the familiar taste of chicken mixed with a variety of spices!
Since the chicken has been marinated in the water before, even if the outer shell of the chicken is fried to the point of being crispy and crumbly, the chicken inside is still tender enough to leak out rich gravy, and it is not dry or dry at all!
Su Qingluan ate so hard that her cheeks were bulging, and she was about to burst into tears: Ah! This is the long-lost fried chicken! Although the spiciness of dogwood is not as stimulating as that of chili pepper, she can close her eyes and imagine it tastes like five-spice salt and pepper!
The most important thing is that she can finally regain the joy of making fried food!
