Jiang Yu was amused by her words, and his laughter was as clear as jade:
"Then I'll cut down a load and give it back to you."
"I'm kidding you!" Seeing that he was serious, Su Wan quickly explained with a smile.
After the fire is low, add water to boil the sugar. Add the white sugar and maltose. Don't make too much, or it will be too sweet.
After that, it was necessary to fry and fry the thin noodles. Su Yun had to do this step by himself.
"When the oil is 50% to 60% hot, put it down and fry it. Don't over-fry it until the noodles are cooked and slightly yellow. If you over-fry them, they won't be soft. They will taste too hard and taste bad. Not easy to cut into pieces!”
She said from the side, and Su Yun followed the instructions. The first time he did it, he was able to grasp the amount. He was indeed talented in this area.
After taking out the noodles, place them in the syrup, sprinkle with dried fruits and black sesame seeds, and stir evenly.
The sugar was a bit sticky, so the stirring step was quite laborious, so she did this step herself.
"When stirring, try to use skillful force, use faster hand speed, and mix evenly while the things are still hot, otherwise the syrup will solidify and the taste will be affected!"
Su Yun took notes carefully, taking notes while reading, and nodding while listening.
The last step is to shape it. Use a rolling pin to press the Shaqima into a square shape, and then use a kitchen knife to cut it into small pieces.
“When cutting, the kitchen knife must also be kept sharp, and the water stains on it must be wiped clean, otherwise it will stain and make cutting difficult.
Okay, it’s done, let’s try it, it’s that simple!”
Su Wan cut the Shaqima into small pieces for everyone to try. The golden Shaqima was decorated with black sesame seeds, diced red dates, and raisins. It looked very good and was very appetizing.
The black sesame seeds are fried and smell particularly fragrant.
Shaqima is the softest and sweetest when it's fresh out of the pan and is still warm. It will harden a bit after cooling, but that doesn't affect it.
Everyone took a piece and tasted it. It was a little sticky when it came out of the pan, but it smelled delicious.
Su Yun was the first to taste it. It was different from the mung bean cake he had eaten. Although the mung bean cake was soft, it was not as rich in texture as this one.
The sweetness is just right, the softness is just right, the soul is in the ingredients inside, the aroma of ripe sesame seeds, the sweet and sour taste of raisins, the red dates are not particularly sweet, but the dried red dates after removing the pits are also very delicious.
Su Yun finished a piece in twos and twos and gave a thumbs up.
“It’s delicious, much better than mung bean cake and sesame cake!”
Su Wan thought to himself, of course, this Shaqima will be highly popular among the people in later generations and will be deeply loved by the people at the grassroots level.
It can be called a classic.
"I didn't expect that such simple ingredients and such simple steps could actually make such a delicious pastry. It is indeed better than mung bean cake!" Su Yi finished eating and made a corresponding comment.
For him, mung bean cake has a bland taste, a single texture, and makes him choke when he eats it.
In short, it is not as stunning as Shaqima.
As for Su Chen, he is famous all over the world for his delicious food, but he cannot express it with gorgeous words.
Su Wan looked at Jiang Yu, who had already started to eat the second piece, proving with his actions that this pastry was not bad.
But she still wanted to ask:
"Jiang Yu, you are well-informed. What do you think of my pastries?"
Jiang Yu is a big boss in the capital, with a double identity. He has eaten more good food than you have traveled.
Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows, looked at the half piece of Shaqima in his hand and began to speak: "As you said, this pastry is very novel. No one has seen it before. The method is also very unique. This is my first time to make deep-fried pastries. I heard that I have eaten a lot of snacks in the capital. Flower cakes, pea yellow cakes, and donkey rolls are all common cakes that ordinary people love to eat.
Peach blossom cakes, lotus root cakes, jujube yam cakes, crab cakes and other palace cakes are mostly loved by officials and merchants, and they are exquisite and delicious. However, they are at the feet of the emperor, and the ones I mentioned are only some of the more famous ones.
Although Qinghe County is not considered poor, it is not an extremely wealthy place. What the people need is pastries that everyone likes and can afford. This Shaqima is quite suitable for the needs of the people, as long as the price is reasonable. , don’t worry about no one buying it!”
The evaluation he gave was fair and all the points were summarized.
"You're right, as long as the price is reasonable, you won't have to worry about no one buying it!" Su Wanyang smiled, her eyebrows arched.
"Those of you who have read a lot will still say it." Su Chen smiled naively, showing his big white teeth, which looked very plain and unpretentious.
"Jiang Yu, are you from the capital? What does your family do?"
When Su Yun heard that Jiang Yu was from the capital, he looked very curious.
He longed for a bigger world and wanted to see the prosperity of the capital. Now that he heard that Jiang Yu was from the capital, he wanted to ask him about delicious and fun places and new and interesting things.
Jiang Yu nodded and explained:
"My family is an ordinary merchant. We run a small business at home, so we don't have to worry about food and drink!"
He deliberately concealed his identity, so Su Wan knew that there was no truth in his words.
But his identity is indeed unusual, and it is not convenient to talk about it everywhere.
"Small business? I don't think so. Your outfit doesn't look like someone running a small business!" Su Yun asked in confusion.
Who is running a small business and a piece of jade pendant is worth a thousand pieces of gold?
Who is a small business owner and has a sword with many big gems on it?
"Since you are an ordinary businessman, how can you provoke people from the world?" Su Chen also felt strange.
His body was covered with wounds from swords, and his own sword was not a common thing. Although only Su Wan glanced at the sword from a distance on the day he rescued him, he knew it was a precious sword at just one glance.
People who practice martial arts should be more curious about this kind of fighting and killing. His master also has a few good swords in his collection. He has been influenced by them. After a long time, he will naturally have his own judgment.
When Jiang Yu heard this, his smile faded a little, but he still explained:
"My maternal grandfather is a martial arts person, and he taught me my martial arts. In the past two years, I left home and wandered around. I was young and energetic, and I accidentally provoked some Jianghu people, and I provoked them to seek revenge!"
The first half of the sentence is true, but the second half cannot be distinguished.
However, it was enough to convince Su Chen.
Su Yun, this Madhaha, his mind is not on this, who cares whether what he said is true or false?
Only Su Yi had a smile on his face. Although he didn't interrupt, he rolled his eyes and knew that they were deliberately concealing their identity.
It's just that you can see through it but don't tell it.
Su Wan also knew that Jiang Yu had an extraordinary status and didn't like to be asked too much. He had no obligation to tell them this, so he changed the subject:
"Okay, stop asking about Jiang Yu's family affairs, let's get back to business and talk about Shaqima!"
"That's right, we are thinking about how to make money now. When you have time, Jiang Yu, can you tell me interesting things about the capital, okay?" Su Yun looked at Jiang Yu expectantly and winked at him.
Jiang Yu smiled and agreed. This guy seemed to have forgotten that he was competing with him. A few days ago, he and Su Wan were chatting and laughing, and they were yin and yang with him every day!
