Su Qingluan had spent some time with Su Guangfu and his wife, and he knew the temperament of his parents. Seeing the two of them looking at me with the same tacit understanding, I understood what they meant.
She didn't put off the two roast chickens too much - after all, making a roaster at home is a very troublesome thing. So since she time traveled, although she has been craving grilled chicken, she has never had the chance to try it.
"How's it going?" She winked at Madam Xi, "My idea is quite effective, isn't it?"
"It's more than good!" Mrs. Xi was so happy that she grinned from ear to ear. "My dear, you are the God of Wealth in our family!" As she said this, Mrs. Xi wanted to give Su Qingluan a fist and give her a swoop.
Su Qingluan was so frightened that she quickly jumped aside - not to mention that on the surface, at least Mrs. Xi was considered an elder based on her age. She was just talking about herself. She originally provided Mrs. Xi with an improved plan for cooking cakes, not to let others do it for herself. What a gift!
...The thank you gift for roasted chicken is not included. I am really greedy.
"Mrs. Xi is good to others, so business will be prosperous." She said to Mrs. Xi.
Madam Xi finally realized that this was the real "thank you" from Su Qingluan and the Su family.
I have to say that such a long-lasting "thank you" is much more valuable than an ordinary "thank you gift". Moreover, since she is also in the food business, Mrs. Xi also understands that many of the master's food recipes will not be easily passed on to others.
She might be able to gradually figure out how to make the pancakes more delicious, but how many wrongdoings will she have to take in the process? What's more, not everyone has the ability to "make food more delicious."
Thinking about it this way, Su Qingluan's words about improving cooking cakes become even more precious.
Madam Xi was originally a person with a cheerful personality, but she didn't know what to say at this moment. In the end, she just cupped her fists and said, "I will never thank you for your kindness. I will remember your kindness."
"Hey, we are all neighbors, why are you so polite?" Su Qingluan waved her hand, put a stack of wooden bowls on the shelf, packed up the stall with her parents and left.
When he returned, Su Qingluan explained the reason to his parents.
But it turned out that Su Qingluan tasted Mrs. Xi's cooking cakes and found that the main reason for the dry and fluffy texture was that the dough had not risen completely.
But when I asked Mrs. Xi, she looked embarrassed.
After all, she is not stupid, and she naturally knows what the biggest problem with Chubing is.
However, in this era, there was no mass-produced yeast powder like Su Qingluan's previous life. There was only "old fertilizer", which is the dough that naturally fermented through temperature, to help the new dough ferment.
This fermentation method takes longer to remove, and more importantly, it is very dependent on the ambient temperature.
It just so happens that it’s autumn now, and it’s getting cooler in the mornings and evenings.
As for the place where Madam Xi lives, she chose a shady place because of financial constraints. As a result, although it can be regarded as a "cool and relieve the heat" in the hot summer, when the weather cools down a little, it becomes "cold and freezing". .
Due to various reasons, the dough couldn't rise. I had to buy a lot of flour for the cake business, so I had to make these dry cakes.
Su Qingluan then thought that instead of forcing the dough to rise, it would be better to do the opposite and let the dough that cannot rise retain the tough and chewy texture of "dead dough", and then let Mrs. Xi put it on the surface. Brush a layer of cooked soybean oil on it - although sesame oil will be more fragrant, considering the cost performance, soybean oil is obviously a better choice - and then put it directly in the pot to dry.
This will make the whole "cooked cake" drier and form a slightly browned shell. In this way, the aroma of the noodles will be fully stimulated, forming a more mellow taste and a unique flavor.
After hearing the whole story, Yang and Su Guangfu couldn't help but sigh: "You are the one with the most clever ideas!"
Su Qingluan thought of Madam Xi's words and frowned slightly: "It's autumn now, and the weather will only get colder. Does it really matter where Madam Xi lives now?"
Of course it is important. In fact, just as Su Qingluan was worried, even though it has just entered autumn, the place where Mrs. Xi lives is already very cold due to the lack of sunlight all year round.
In a narrow alley near the outskirts of Lefeng County, there are several low-rise and dilapidated wooden houses that are not very eye-catching.
These small wooden houses are crooked, and the paper windows covered with mottled wooden panes are already damaged in one way or another. Although the clothes of the residents coming and going here cannot be said to be rags, there are traces of patches and various kinds of sewing everywhere.
Even though Mrs. Xi's clothes were quite neat, she actually had a few pieces of lining sewn on the inside, but it couldn't be seen from the outside.
Carrying a burden that even an adult man would find very strenuous, she walked very steadily around the puddles on the ground and the yellow dog tied to the side, barking wildly, and arrived at the innermost house.
This house is close to the wall of an alley, so the sun doesn't get in for most of the day. Being out of the sun for a long time gave the entire cabin a musty smell, but this was the cheapest room in the entire alley.
Although it's amazing that there are still people renting such a dilapidated wooden house, but considering that you can have a roof over your head for a month for a few hundred yuan, this place is actually quite popular with some people.
Mrs. Xi opened the bamboo curtain and walked into the wooden house. The environment inside was very cramped. The kitchen where the fire is lit is shared by everyone, and this room is only used for accommodation.
The furnishings in this small wooden house are very simple. There is a curtain between the two beds to form two spaces. One is where I live with my husband Yagyu, and the other...
"Master, Yun Niang, I'm back!" Mrs. Xi greeted her husband and daughter with a loud voice.
A girl with dark skin and a thin figure came out of the house, with a pair of particularly bright eyes. Seeing that it was Mrs. Xi, she showed a row of snow-white teeth and said, "Auntie is back!"
"Come back, come back! Since business was good today, the always cheerful smile on Mrs. Xi's face deepened, "How is your father today? "
Deep in the room, in the shadow where no sunlight could be seen, Han Yong said solemnly: "It's just a skin injury, he won't die."
"Dad!" Liu Yuniang shouted unhappily.
Madam Xi also said: "What's the matter with life and death? It's only right that you take good care of your injuries!"
"I'm lying half-dead on the bed. I can only be a useless person, dragging you and I to suffer together!" Liu Shengfa hammered his legs hard - as always, there was no feeling from the waist up, just like before. Flexible legs that can go up and down are completely different.
Now let alone juggling, he can't even sit up like a normal person!
