"What are fritters?"

Facing Wang Dong's expectant eyes, the lady of the Zhang family blinked her big eyes, but she was curious, and she didn't understand Wang Dong's so-called "fritters".

The little lady of the Zhang family is cute and cute, and she doesn't seem to be acting.

Wang Dong said: "Lady of the Zhang family, don't fool me, of course eating bean curd must be accompanied by fritters to be delicious." ”

Eating a bowl of bean curd and a fried dough stick has a very special meaning for Wang Dong.

Unexpectedly, not only did this lady of the Zhang family not understand what Wang Dong was referring to, but even the woodcutters were puzzled, leaned over, held the bean curd in one hand, and said: "Young man, what are the fritters you are referring to?" ”

Seeing that everyone was puzzled, Wang Dong began to realize that in this year of the Tang Dynasty, there may not be "fritters", an outstanding product of human beings.

"Maybe the fritters have already appeared, but the name is different from that of the 21st century?"

Thinking of this, Wang Dong's heart ignited a little hope.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, I saw Wang Dong turn around, put down the bean curd in his hand, and then walked in front of the Zhang family lady, and put his hands on the shoulders of the Zhang family lady very "rudely".

Wang Dong looked stern and serious, looked directly at the lady of the Zhang family, and said: "What about the fritters, that's right, the initial form is small and soft, and then with people's teasing, it will become longer and longer, thicker and thicker, and harder and harder, understand?" ”

was held by Wang Dong on both shoulders, this lady of the Zhang family, her heart trembled. The atmosphere of Datang is relatively loose on women, so Datang women are also very open.

Even so, in front of the public, she was still very nervous when she was clamped by Wang Dong's shoulders, her cheeks were already hot with shame, but under the cover of the night, it was not easy for people to notice.

But looking at Wang Dong, her eyes were so serious, the lady of the Zhang family secretly sighed in her heart: "What am I thinking nonsense!" ”

"At first, it was small and soft, and then the more you fiddle with it, it will become longer and longer, thicker and thicker, and harder and harder......" When the lady of the Zhang family repeated these words, her entire cheek was instantly like fire, she glared at Wang Dong fiercely, and said angrily, "Hooligans! Then he ran away.

"Huh?!" Wang Dong was puzzled and didn't react for a while.

The woodcutters on the side were happy and laughed.

"Haha......"

"Young man, I can't imagine that you will tease people like this at a young age, hahaha......"

A group of old people who are not serious smiled and gave a thumbs up to Wang Dong here, but Wang Dong was still confused, and said secretly in his heart: "Could it be that I said the wrong thing?" ”

Thinking back to the table of the lady of the Zhang family, I couldn't help but pat my head: "Oh, what did I say just now!" ”

In hindsight, Wang Dong stepped forward to apologize, but the little lady of the Zhang family reprimanded him with a red face.

Wang Dong shrugged helplessly: "It seems that this little lady thinks I'm talking about that dirty thing, but what's the shame of this, how can you have a baby without this thing?" ”

Even if the Tang Dynasty women are open, it is impossible to talk about men and women without changing their faces.

The little lady of the Zhang family was silent about Wang Dong, and Wang Dong had no choice but to turn back and ask those woodcutters about the news of "fritters".

However, what disappointed him was that the "fritters" did not seem to have appeared.

"Alas, alas, alas." Wang Dong shook his head for a while.

"Young man, why are you so searching for that thing called 'fritter'?" The crowd was puzzled.

Wang Dong said: "You don't know, if the fritters are eaten with this bean curd, the crispy fritters and the smoothness of the bean curd are stirred together in the mouth, and the taste is simply endless." ”

"Is it really that powerful?"

"If you have a chance, you must try it."

"Yes, yes, if you eat it with bean curd, it must taste the same."

……

Everyone, who was described by Wang Dong as drooling, had never seen "fritters", but they were already fascinated.

"Young man, since you know about this, why don't you make it yourself and open our eyes to all of us?"

"Yes, yes."

The goal of everyone is all gathered on Wang Dong's body.

Wang Dong patted his head: "Hey, how did I forget this method, thank you for reminding me, I'm going to prepare for it." ”

"Okay, I wish you success."

"Thank you, thank you!"

So, under the watchful eye and encouragement of a woodcutter, Wang Dong left in great strides. Out of the east gate, the dawn of dawn, Huo Di shone on his body, stretching his figure for a long time, and the heavens seemed to indicate something.

Those woodcutters, what they said to Wang Dong, made him stunned.

Isn't he worried about the cold voice of the liquor store? Today, seeing that the bean curd is so popular, as long as he innovates a little more and sells the combination of "fried dough sticks" and "bean curd" that he has eaten in the 21st century, he is confident that such a breakfast will be very popular.

Although, the business of the liquor store is bleak. Without permission, it seems to be a big rebellion to open other businesses privately. But if you sell it early, before dawn, which person from the Wang family will go to the wine shop outside the city to check?

The most important thing is that as long as you do it seriously, your business will prosper. Even if the people of the Wang family know, what can they do? Could it be that there are still people who dislike how much money their own industry makes?

In this way, not only the wine shop may come back to life, but he Wang Dong can also get a part of the profits from it and use it as funds for redemption, isn't it the best of both worlds?

The more he thought about it, the more Wang Dong felt that this way was feasible, and when he returned to the wine shop, he suddenly went into the kitchen and got busy.

Although, Wang Dong has never fried fritters, but he has never eaten pork, after all, he has seen pig runs, once he used to patronize the breakfast stalls of fritters and bean curd almost every week.

It's just that although the steps can be remembered with his eyes, he still needs to prepare the fabric of fried fritters himself.

There is no doubt that the dough for frying fritters is naturally fermented flour. Vaguely, Wang Dong still remembers that the reason why the fritters are so crisp and swollen is because of the use of alum.

However, Wang Dong didn't know exactly how much alum to add, and what ingredients were needed in addition to alum.

If you want to make the "fritters" in Wang Dong's mind, Wang Dong has no experience and no information to learn from, so Wang Dong can only do experiments in person.

"Frying fritters, first of all, of course, you need oil!"

Wang Dong was in the kitchen, muttering while looking for the materials he needed. After rummaging, there was nothing left in this kitchen except the chestnut rice left in the rice tank, and it could be seen that this Jiugong had not cooked for a long time.

"Forget it, let's go to the morning market in the city and buy some materials." After Wang Dong thought about it, he took all his belongings and went to the city again.