Su Qingluan got closer to take a closer look at the ice cube, and saw that under the crystal clear, the inside of the ice cube was glowing with a white and opaque mist.

Touching it slightly, the ice cube was still a little sticky, and Su Qingluan understood that the ice cube was even deeper than she imagined.

She couldn't help but secretly speak: I had seen the book saying that the ancients had their own way of storing ice, which could be guaranteed to be used from spring to winter, but she didn't expect it to be true.

She smiled and nodded at Xu Yuanwei: "Master has worked hard. ”

Turn around and start preparing the batter for frying ice cubes.

She added some flour to the beaten eggs and blended them until the batter was so thick that even the chopsticks could stand.

At the same time, the iron pot was put on the stove, and the shopkeeper Liang took the soybean oil and poured most of the pot into it.

Then he took the green onion and ginger next to him, and originally wanted to scatter the whole piece of ginger, but then he took a slick of his hand, rolled his eyes, and a sly smile appeared, and finally only cut off a small slice the size of his thumb belly and threw it into the oil.

Su Qingluan turned around and took the ice cubes, brushed away the small pieces around him, and took the larger part in the middle, and used a knife to cut off some of the melted corners around him, leaving a piece of ice that was slightly larger than an egg.

Su Qingluan first rolled the surface of the ice cube with dry flour, and the slightly melted ice cube formed a thin film of water, which quickly wet the flour and formed a layer of batter.

Su Qingluan wrapped the thick batter made by Fang Cai's eggs and wrapped the ice cube thickly, and hung a layer of dry flour on the outside of the thick batter.

In this way, it was wrapped in three layers inside and out, and the ice cube that was originally the size of an egg was about the size of a fist.

At this time, Su Qingluan turned around and looked at the ginger slices in the oil pot again, only to see that a layer of fine foam had formed on its surface, and the original pale yellow surface slowly began to turn burnt yellow.

Su Qingluan put his hand on the surface of the oil pot, felt the temperature, and then gently and slowly slid the ice cube wrapped in thick flour paste along the wall of the pot.

The moment it slid into the pan, fine bubbles gushed out on the surface of the ice cubes covered with flour slurry, and the pan began to churn, occasionally "crackling" and exploding.

During the whole process, all the helpers who had no work in their hands, including Shopkeeper Liang, looked at Su Qingluan, and were amazed while watching.

Shopkeeper Liang paced to Xu Yuanwei's side, smiling and sighing: "I don't know how my virtuous niece has such a wonderful idea to be able to wrap up ice cubes and fry them like this - but won't ice cubes melt like this?" ”

Naturally, he didn't know that modern people, who were no longer worried about eating and drinking, had developed all kinds of strange foods, one of which was "fried ice cream", which was similar to the problem of today's bear child.

Xu Yuanwei stared at Su Qingluan's movements, his expression was a little unpredictable: "Little lady Su wraps the batter thickly, so that the high temperature of frying can be blocked from entering the inside." In addition, if the frying time is precisely controlled, the ice inside can be kept from melting. ”

Sure enough, as if to confirm Xu Yuanwei's words, Su Qingluan picked up the fence and quickly turned the ice cubes wrapped in batter to quickly fry the surface to brown, until the surface was completely covered with a layer of crispy shell.

Taking advantage of the gap in frying, she even took the time to use a few leaves to put on the plate as a decoration, and then put the ice cubes fried until the surface was golden in the center of the plate. ”

As she spoke, she had quickly walked out of the back kitchen, leaving everyone behind.

But in this case, no one blames her for being too anxious - who makes it difficult to mess with a little Hades in front of her?

Shopkeeper Liang turned around and instructed Xu Yuanwei: "Master Xu, please stay in the back kitchen, I'll go to the front first." As the shopkeeper of Hongfu Building, he really can't hand over all the risks to Su Qingluan, a little girl.

Thinking so, he followed out in three steps and two steps.

Xu Yuanwei fixed his gaze at the back of Su Qingluan leaving, his face cloudy. At this time, Qian Liushi leaned over and handed over a sweat towel: "Master Xu, do you wipe your sweat?" ”

Xu Yuanwei didn't answer, only muttered: "I am indeed inferior to Su Qingluan......

The voice of these words was almost a whisper, but Qian Liu was nearby, and he still heard it. His complexion changed suddenly, and he glared out hatefully.

But said that Su Qingluan, three steps and two steps to bypass the running hall Xiaoer and the guests who came and went in Hongfu Building, and brought the "fried ice cube" to the bear child Xie Zi'an as quickly as possible.

"Xie Xiaolangjun, please use it, the 'fried ice cube' you want." Su Qingluan pushed the fist-sized piece over and made a "please eat" action.

"......" Xie Zi'an was afraid that he never thought that such a strange request as "fried ice cubes" would really be made, first stared at the fist-sized lump in a daze, and then pointed to the plate incredulously when Su Qingluan pushed the plate in front of him, "How can I 'use' such a big piece?" ”

Su Qingluan's face was full of respect and seriousness, plus a little grievance: "But didn't you say 'any piece'?" ”

"......" Xie Xiaolangjun was speechless, because he really said it!

And today he was looking for fault in public, and he didn't even go to the private room on the second floor for this purpose!

In front of so many diners in the hall on the first floor, it was impossible for him to block the mouth of the people who regretted and denied it, so the young master Xie's face was red and white for a while, and after a while, he snorted coldly: "How do I know if it's really ice inside?" ”

"Xiao Langjun will know if you try it? Or ......" Su Qingluan deliberately put on an expression of "Oh, I understand", "Xie Xiaolangjun tried every reason to find a reason that he didn't want to use a mouthful of fried ice cubes, but he wanted to wait until the ice cubes completely melted before he could deny it?" ”

Xie Zi'an is only an eleven or twelve-year-old boy in the end, and this kind of emotion is written on his face, it doesn't look like he has too many hearts, so he was robbed by Su Qingluan like this, and his face immediately turned red.

At this time, the shopkeeper Liang, who was originally one step behind, also rushed over, and hurriedly played a round, "Xie Xiaolangjun, my little friend is straightforward and fast-talking, you are a noble person, and you will definitely not care about the same civilian girl." ”

The two sang and harmonized, so that Xie Zi'an couldn't say anything - in the final analysis, this bear kid was not thick-skinned and hard-hearted enough, so he could only shift his gaze to the "fried ice cube" in front of him.

In fact, he himself is a little curious, he is just a whim, how did he be made?

Children are always curious, so he asked the little maid to clean his hands with a handkerchief, and tried it with chopsticks, but he couldn't pick up the piece of things on the plate.

So he sighed, and simply picked it up with his bare hands and took a bite—

Then, the little young master's pampered taste buds for more than ten years felt that they had been abused like never before.