Just as he didn't know how to speak, an old man wearing a green cloth shirt suddenly appeared at the door of the store, with white hair and carrying an east cloth bag that the older generation would only use when they went to the street to buy vegetables.

The clothes are decorated with a few pieces of pudding, and the cuffs are also raw, so you can tell at a glance that they have been worn for many years, but the pulp is extremely clean. Under his feet, he stepped on a pair of brand-new hand-sewn mille-feuille old cloth shoes, and the upper was white, which should be the first time to wear it.

Looking at this (shēn) dress, it is not good to come to the old man's house, but the hostess must be very diligent.

"Housheng, can you cook in this shop now?"

The old man looked at Su Zifang and Zhao Xiaoman and asked.

"Old man, you say, I'm the owner of this shop, what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you. ”

The old man listened to the voice, glanced at Su Zifang, bowed slightly, walked straight to a square table in the middle and sat down, carefully placed the cloth bag in his hand on the table, and then slowly spoke: "Can you make fried chestnuts with sugar?"

"Sugar-fried chestnuts?"

Su Zi was stunned for a moment, after all, there was really no material in the store.

Sugar-fried chestnuts are considered snacks in his cognition, and they really can't reach the point of dishes. Sometimes when I go for a walk with Shen Anyan, I will buy a handful, go to the park and sit down, beep and beep, and chat about something while eating.

But there are so many small stalls out there selling ...... This old man wouldn't have come to the store to buy one, would he?

As soon as Su Zifang wanted to refuse, he saw the old man take out a pocket from the cloth bag.

"Housheng, this is for you!"

Su Zifang took the pocket and pulled the rope open, revealing two plastic bags, one black and one white.

When I put it forward, there was a bag of chestnuts in the white bag, all of them were round and full, and the color was bright, and it was the high-grade Xingtai chestnut at first glance. There were some granular objects in the black bag, and nothing could be seen.

I took them all out, and I caught a glimpse of a box underneath, and the words "insulin cooler" were faintly visible on the surface of the box.

"Housheng, a bag of chestnuts and a bag of salt here, I'm afraid you don't have anything here, so you will bring your own raw materials, please help the old man fry it." ”

The old man's words had a sense of loneliness that he couldn't bear to refuse.

Su Zifang's mind was shocked, and he suddenly reacted to what insulin does, and shouted loudly: "Old man, you are sick (qíng), you can't eat fried chestnuts with sugar!"

After speaking, no matter how the old man spoke, he insisted on not doing it, but just shook his head vigorously.

"You are in this later life, you will do it if you are told to do it, I don't blame you for eating the old man to death! Isn't it diabetes, I have brought all the medicine, if you don't do it today, I won't leave." The old gentleman suddenly became furious, and pushed the bag into a puff and frowned.

Zhao Xiaoman stood up when he heard this, his eyes swept to the insulin cooler bag on the table to understand the reason (qíng), and stepped forward and whispered: "Old man, Boss Su is also good for you, you really can't eat fried chestnuts with sugar for this illness (qíng), and the people in the family will be very worried." ”

Probably because Zhao Xiaoman looked sweet, the old man didn't say such a fierce tone to Su Zi, and said softly: "Girl, it's not that the old man is stubborn, it's just that this sugar-fried chestnut is very important to me, and I have to eat it today no matter what." ”

Seeing that Su Zifang was still stiff and refused to agree, Zhao Xiaoman thought for a while and said softly: "Then, old man, I'll go and make you fried chestnuts with sugar, make it lighter, you can only eat two, and if you have more, it will affect your health very much." ”

When the old man heard this, he didn't say anything anymore, and snorted and looked at Su Zifang: "It's still this girl who is intimate, you can't do it." ”

Su Zifang: ......

Okay, if you say no, you can't, what else can you say? You're old, you're right!

Zhao Xiaoman carried his things to the kitchen.

Su Zifang hurriedly followed, with Zhao Xiaoman's current state, he was really afraid of any accidents.

"Are you okay with sugar-fried chestnuts?" Su Zifang asked, a little uneasy.

Zhao Xiaoman nodded with a sigh: "We used to eat this thing, and we fried it ourselves, no problem." ”

To make fried chestnuts with sugar, you need to prepare chestnuts and coarse salt first, and the weight ratio is about 1:1, but fortunately, the old man brought exactly this ratio, saving the trouble of extra weighing.

Zhao Xiaoman began to process chestnuts.

Wash thoroughly, use a knife to cut a cross knife about 5 mm deep in the hard shell, then rinse it again, soak it in water for about 10 minutes, remove and drain the water.

Pour in coarse salt, then pour the processed chestnuts into the pot while the salt has not yet warmed up, and then slowly stir-fry.

However, it is a great test of the chef's patience and skill in the hands, once the stir-fry is uneven, it may lead to uneven rè chestnuts, and finally the raw and cooked chestnuts are uneven, and it may even be burned.

Su Zifang stood on the side, watching Zhao Xiaoman's (cāo) work without a trace of panic, and gradually relieved his heart.

After a few minutes, the chestnuts were already bursting open, and the surface was covered with salt grains.

Zhao Xiaoman accelerated the frequency of stir-frying, so that the salt grains on the surface of the chestnuts gradually fell off, and at the same time, the salt grains could be seen gradually turning from white to brown, and quickly poured two spoons of white sugar to add a sweet flavor to the chestnuts.

When the sugar is sprinkled first, the salt becomes sticky and quickly turns black, and you can even smell the caramel. At this time, it is necessary to stir-fry quickly and constantly to prevent the caramel from sticking to the pan, and let the spatula scoop up from the bottom of the pan, like a ground dragon flipping (shēn) arching countless chestnuts. Stir-fry until the salt no longer sticks. You can turn off the heat.

Zhao Xiaoman quickly flipped the chestnuts when he smelled the smell, quickly turned off the heat when the fragrance reached his sister, covered the pot, and continued to simmer for a while relying on the temperature of the coarse salt (shēn).

When the aroma of the chestnuts can waft out through the lid, open the pot decisively, sift out the chestnuts and prepare for serving.

The chestnuts that had just come out of the pot exuded a burnt aroma, and the (rè) breath drilled straight into the nostrils, and Su Zifang couldn't help but peel one off and try the taste.

The sweetness is moderate, the taste is delicate, and the entrance is soft and glutinous, like a freshly hatched pastry.

[A light-tasting sugar-fried chestnut, grade A.] 】

From the systematic evaluation, it can be seen how the taste of this sugar-fried chestnut is, and Su Zifang admires Zhao Xiaoman's talent very much.

It would be a pity if such a talent could really only be used as cold cuts.

"Alright, let's serve. ”

Zhao Xiaoman put all the chestnuts in a bamboo basket-shaped tableware, and the old man sat at the table, staring at a photo (qíng).

"Sir, the taste of this stir-fry is light, you can eat four, don't have too much! Also, it tastes good while (rè) is eaten. Zhao Xiaoman put down the chestnut and said softly.

"Well, Ang...... Got it!"

You women, big or small, talk just as much!

"Anyway, you can't die if you eat it...... It's a relief to be dead. You are just like my old woman, this doesn't let me eat, that doesn't let me eat, what do you mean when you say that people don't eat when they live?"

The old man seemed to be talking to Zhao Xiaoman again, and he seemed to be saying it to the person in the photo.

After finishing speaking, he put the photo aside, Su Zifang glanced at it, it was a double photo, the old gentleman on the left, and the kind old woman on the right, thinking that it was the person the old man complained about just now.