Su Qingluan was surprised when she saw Yang, and was a little curious: "Didn't grandma not add water when making meat fillings before?"
In fact, the best way is to add soup stock, but considering the production cost, the Su family's previous living standard would definitely not be able to afford it, so it is unnecessary to ask questions of this level.
I never thought that her curious question of "adding water" was unnecessary!
It turns out that before Su Qingluan traveled through time, food such as dumplings was a "delicacy" that was only available during festivals, and they were usually said to be "meat-filled dumplings." Considering the price comparison between meat and wild vegetables, they were usually a pile of wild vegetables or other When mixing vegetables with a small amount of meat filling, you don’t even need to add water to the meat filling. The juice from a large amount of surrounding vegetables is enough!
Su Qingluan: ...What kind of life did her parents and younger siblings live before she traveled through time...
And thinking about how many of the friends she had recently met were like this in this level of living, she still felt a little uncomfortable. She couldn't help but think of the ridiculously high rent payment ratio that was almost the same as perversion.
Is this layer-by-layer squeeze policy a little too outrageous?
Although Su Qingluan knew that he must not curse out loud, he still mentally greeted all the eighteen generations of ancestors of all the upper-class people who oppressed the people, including the emperor.
"Da Ya? What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" Ms. Yang looked up and saw her eldest daughter with a constipated expression on her face. She stood there with bared teeth and said nothing. She put her hand on Su Qingluan's forehead with great concern. I checked the temperature, "No fever...it's fine, fine."
Su Qingluan put down her mother's hand speechlessly: "Mom, I'm fine. Leave the meat filling to me... Have you added all the salty and light seasonings?"
Yang nodded, and then looked at the small half bowl of pork stuffing with some emotion: "This is the first time our family has eaten dumplings with so much meat stuffing."
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "We can eat as many dumplings as we want from now on!"
Yang nodded and turned to cut the meat dough.
As soon as she opened the big bowl of dough, she curiously picked up the emerald green dough and looked at it from left to right: "Is this added with wild vegetable juice?"
"Well, there's both wild vegetable juice and flour." In fact, Su Qingluan saw that the original dough hadn't woken up yet, so she simply made a new dough using wild vegetable juice and flour. Anyway, it was just to make her sister happy. She Not trying to overdo it.
"The color is quite fresh." Yang smiled, patted the bright green dough, and began to knead the dough balls that had woken up one by one.
Su Qingluan slowly added a little water to the meat filling, and then used his hands as a mixer to vigorously beat the meat filling in a clockwise direction. He waited for this little bit of water to be absorbed by the meat filling, and then added a little more water.
Just like this, I added it four or five times in a row, and in the blink of an eye, most of the bowl of water was added to the meat filling.
At this time, the meat filling is now more moist than at the beginning, and the originally loose meat filling has become more compact after being whipped in the same sequence for a long time, as if it is about to solidify.
Although the surface of the meat filling became moist, even if Su Qingluan tilted the basin containing the meat filling, not a drop of water came out, as if all the water had been completely absorbed by the meat.
Su Qingluan felt the moistness of the surface of the meat filling and felt that the water was almost added, so he stopped pouring the water, but did not stop whipping. On the other side, Mr. Yang has already begun to take advantage of the situation.
Su Qingluan watched Yang skillfully knead the long noodles into small balls and shook his head in wonder: "Auntie, your skills are really amazing."
I have to say that although she is good at cooking, she is not particularly good at making noodles - that is, pastries. She can make dumplings, but she really can't do this kind of "noodle making" job.
Not only that, she couldn't learn many of the pastry skills that master chefs had done for decades - to put it bluntly, she could cook, but she wasn't very good at pastry.
Yang's hand grasped the noodles without stopping at all, and said with a smile: "The more you do it, the more you'll become proficient."
"But didn't our family not often eat dumplings in the past?" It's not just "not often", I'm afraid they can only be eaten during the New Year or occasional festivals throughout the year.
"Our family doesn't eat it often, but if a wealthy family has water-flowing noodles, my mother-in-law often goes to help!"
Su Qingluan suddenly realized: No matter where there are, there are always rich people. Speaking of the novel styles and patterns that Yang made for them, apart from her own ingenuity, she might also have seen and heard about wealthy people, and got some inspiration, right?
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan sighed: "My mother-in-law has worked really hard."
"Hey, why bother?" Ms. Yang didn't care. "After all, I hope that you children can eat better and earn more money - but I still want Daya to be the most powerful!"
"..." In fact, Su Qingluan felt a little guilty after being praised like this. After all, she had lived two lifetimes, and she was a bit suspected of cheating.
With a guilty conscience and a guilty conscience, the work of beating the minced meat is completed. At this time, the meat filling showed a very obvious swirl shape, and it was more moist than before. A fine layer of white fat putty floated on the surface, making Su Qingluan's hand when beating the meat filling become smooth.
Su Qingluan tilted the entire basin, and the meat fillings did not loosen up at all, nor did their appearance change significantly. This showed that the meat fillings were "whipped vigorously."
Then, she turned around and got soybean oil and sesame oil. She mixed a small bowl of soybean oil and sesame oil at a ratio of two parts soybean oil and one part sesame oil. She added the whole bowl of mixed oil to the meat filling and stirred it gently clockwise a few times to allow the oil to fully mix with the meat. After mixing the meat fillings, he turned around and smiled at Yang: "Mom, you can add the fennel!"
"The fennel is on the table over there," Ms. Yang was busy rolling out the dough balls one by one, then pressing them into small round cakes, and finally sprinkled a layer of flour on them and put them into the cloth bag next to her. , to prevent these "small noodles" from sticking to each other or drying out.
Su Qingluan put the pot on the table, added the finely chopped fennel to the meat filling, and slowly stirred it. In an instant, the special aromas of oil and fennel stimulated each other, making the whole pot of meat filling exude a kind of aroma. Special fresh aroma.
"Hey, this fennel is fresh and full of flavor!" Su Qingluan grabbed a small handful of fennel and put it under her nose and sniffed it gently.
"No, this was just harvested this morning!" Yang said with a smile, "If your father hadn't been sharp-eyed, he wouldn't have been able to grab this one!"
"Abba is sure to hit with one hit." Su Qingluan nodded.
Seeing that the dumpling fillings in Su Qingluan's hands were mixed evenly, Yang turned around and asked, "Da Ya, can you roll out dumpling wrappers?"
