Su Qingluan said with a smile: "I don't have any other hobbies. I just want to think about food. I will make something different today."
Su Qingluan found an open casserole, poured all the raw milk into it, adjusted the fire in the kitchen to the minimum, and stirred while heating.
"Fortunately, this casserole is big enough," Su Qingluan muttered, "otherwise the fire below would have been too strong and the milk would have heated up too quickly, which would have been difficult."
Although it would be better and easier to control the flames by making a small stove made of bricks like in her own home, Su Qingluan thinks that she is not shameless enough to instruct others at will - although Songbo has an easy-going temper and treats her His attitude could be considered respectful, but Su Qingluan understood that in the final analysis, it was for Mu Xingzhi's sake.
The most important thing is that she has never forgotten that even though she and Mu Xingzhi have the same interests and are good friends, in the end they are completely different from a couple who really know each other. They are just a cooperative relationship, so Su Qingluan Always remind yourself that your attitude can be more casual, but you can't be too "not treating yourself as an outsider".
If you lose your sense of proportion, you won’t be liked anywhere.
Although she didn't necessarily want to please anyone, but since she was a collaborator, she couldn't dislike each other, right?
Su Qingluan stirred the milk a few times with a wooden spoon. The milk had been left outside for a while. The sun had not fully risen in the morning and the fog had not completely dissipated, so there was still a bit of coldness in the air.
With the bottom of a wooden spoon dipped in a little milk, Su Qingluan tested the temperature with her fingers - it was still cold. It seemed that she wanted to heat the milk until it was "slightly hot to the touch, but she could still hold on even if she put her fingers in it." It would take a while before the "little while" level was reached, so she turned around and started squeezing lemon juice.
After squeezing the lemon juice, the pulp must be filtered to prevent the pulp from falling into the cheese and affecting the delicate and silky taste. By the time Su Qingluan finished processing the lemon juice, the milk was almost hot.
Testing the temperature of the milk with her fingers, Su Qingluan added a little lemon juice while stirring, about two tablespoons.
After a while, Su Qingluan saw that the originally uniform and white milk gradually began to have white "precipitates" precipitating out. Su Qingluan added another small spoonful of lemon juice, and now the "precipitates" began to precipitate even faster.
Seeing this, Su Qingluan used a large spoon to fish out the "precipitates". Because the temperature of the milk was not very hot, Su Qingluan could wring out the "precipitates" with her bare hands just like twisting clothes. Set aside.
As time goes by, this kind of "precipitation" becomes more and more. Every time Su Qingluan feels that the temperature of the milk is too high, he takes the casserole off the stove for a while and puts it on the table to cool down—— Anyway, the unique heat preservation performance of the casserole means that even if the milk is removed from the fire source for a while, there will be no obvious cooling, and the heat preservation function is very obvious.
When the temperature dropped to the point where there was almost no conditions for the "casein reaction" to occur, Su Qingluan put the milk back on the stove and heated it for a while.
This went back and forth three or four times. During this period, Su Qingluan added lemon juice to it twice more to remove all the unreacted casein, and the rest was just whey.
When all that could be fished out was almost done, Su Qingluan put the fished out cheese back into the whey liquid. This time, it was heated to a point where it was almost unbearable to be hot to the touch, and then he began to rub and pull the cheese back and forth. A lump of cheese.
Although it was very hot and made Su Qingluan grin, she knew that if this kind of cheese wanted to be stringy and flexible, this step must be carried out, otherwise the cheese would not be stringy, or it could be stringy, but its ductility would not be that good.
Fortunately, although Su Qingluan has never practiced "Iron Sand Palm", as a cook who often cooks, Su Qingluan has already become accustomed to whether she has knife wounds or burns on her hands.
She is still not used to it in this life. After all, it has only been more than three years since she traveled back in time. Moreover, after she came to this era, her main job was not all in the kitchen, so she has not fully developed the "kung fu" in her hands. ——In a sense, "not afraid of being burned" is also one of the important skills of a cook.
In her previous life, Su Qingluan started working in the kitchen when she was very young, and was trained by the devil master for more than ten years. There were thick calluses on her palms. People jokingly called her the "ruthless iron hand". She was no longer afraid of this level of heat. The water even feels like warm water.
However, Su Qingluan's time as a chef in this generation was shorter, and the hands of teenage girls were indeed much more delicate than those of real adults in their twenties. Su Qingluan felt very dissatisfied - if there were so many delicious dishes If she wants to do it, she will suffer one more time on her hands.
"Okay, take your time..." Su Qingluan muttered and continued to round and flatten the lump of cheese.
During this period, Songbo watched Su Qingluan "kneading dough" in the milk that was almost boiling away. He once asked if he needed help, but Su Qingluan refused with a smile.
After all, this is the experimental production of a new "Su Ji" product, and it is her own business. How can she let others do it for her? but……
"Songbo, if you don't mind, can you give me some steamed buns and noodles?"
"Steamed bun noodles?" Songbo didn't know why.
"Yeah!" Su Qingluan said with a smile, "Let's eat steamed buns tonight!"
After being taken out of the pan again, as the temperature cools, the cheese has turned into a white dumpling with a smooth surface. Su Qingluan carefully cut off a piece with a knife and chewed it in his mouth - well, the strong milk aroma came to his face, but because the lemon juice was added to produce a casein reaction, the expected fishy smell was almost gone.
The stretchability of the cheese was as she expected, very delicate and long, like bubble gum that could be stretched within a limited range. Su Qingluan even blew a small bubble with the cheese while no one was watching. ——Although it broke with a little force.
After making the brushed cheese, Su Qingluan breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, she didn't have any hope at first about how to eat cheese - after all, nomads are the ancestors of eating dairy products. She thought that even this kind of brushed cheese, after all, the production method is not difficult, maybe this era has already There you have it.
However, based on the idea that "even if it is not a new product, ready-made brushed cheese can still satisfy your taste." Su Qingluan wrote to the shopkeeper of the Liangzhou branch as early as the beginning of the year and asked him if Beidi had any special characteristics. Dairy products - after all, nomads are almost all in that area.
She didn't expect to ask this question, but it really gave her a little "surprise".
