Su Qingluan was surprised to see the Yang family, but was a little curious: "Didn't A-Niang add water when she made meat fillings before?" ”

In fact, the best way is to add broth, but considering the cost of production, the Su family's previous standard of living must not be able to afford it, so this level of question is simply superfluous.

I never thought that the "add water" question she was curious about was superfluous!

It turns out that before Su Qingluan crossed, food like dumplings was a "delicacy" that was only available during the New Year's holidays, and it was usually said to be "meat dumplings", considering the price comparison of meat and wild vegetables, it was usually a bunch of wild vegetables or other vegetables, with a small amount of meat filling, there was no need to "draw water into the meat filling" at all, and even rely on the juice of a large number of vegetables around it was enough!

Su Qingluan: ...... What kind of life did her father and younger siblings live before she crossed over......

And thinking about the fact that many of the friends she has recently met at this level are like this, she is still a little uncomfortable, and she can't help but think of the outrageously high proportion of people who need to pay rent, which is almost no different from perverts.

Isn't this policy of squeezing a little too outrageous?

Although he knew that he must not scold, Su Qingluan still greeted all the eighteenth generations of the ancestors of the upper-level personnel who oppressed the people, including the emperor Lao'er, Zu'an.

"Big girl? What's wrong with you, are you not feeling well? Yang raised his eyes and saw that his eldest daughter had a constipated expression on her face, stood there with bared teeth and didn't speak, and put her hand on Su Qingluan's forehead to test the temperature very worriedly, "There is no fever...... It's okay, it's okay. ”

Su Qingluan put down his mother's hand speechlessly: "A-Niang, I'm fine, leave the minced meat to me to fight...... Have you added all the salty and light seasonings? ”

Yang nodded, and then looked at the small half pot of pork filling with some emotion: "This is the first time we have eaten so many meat-filled dumplings at home." ”

Su Qingluan smiled: "In the future, we can eat as many dumplings as we want!" ”

Yang nodded and turned to the meat dough.

As soon as she opened the large basin of the rising noodles, she picked up the emerald green dough in her hand and looked left and right: "Is this with wild vegetable juice?" ”

"Well, we have both wild vegetable juice and flour." In fact, Su Qingluan saw that the original dough hadn't woken up yet, so she simply made a new dough with wild vegetable juice and flour, anyway, it was just to make her sister happy, she didn't want to make too much.

"The color is very fresh." Yang smiled and patted the bright green dough, and began to knead the dough that had woken up one by one.

Su Qingluan slowly added the water to the meat filling, and then used his hand as a blender to start whipping the meat filling violently in a clockwise direction, waiting for this little bit of water to be absorbed by the meat filling, and then adding a little more water.

I added it four or five times in a row, and in a blink of an eye, most of the bowl of water was added to the meat filling.

At this time, compared to the beginning, the meat filling is now more moisturized, and the originally loose meat filling has become more compact after a long time of beating in the same order, as if it is about to solidify.

Although the surface of the meat filling became moist, even if Su Qingluan tilted the basin containing the meat filling over, not a single drop of water flowed out, as if all the water had been completely absorbed by the meat.

Su Qingluan touched the wetness of the surface of the meat filling, and felt that the water was almost added, so he stopped pouring the water, but did not stop whipping. On the other hand, Yang has already begun to knead the dough.

Su Qingluan watched Yang very skillfully knead the long noodles into a small ball, and shook his head in amazement: "A-Niang, your hand is really amazing." ”

I have to say that although she is good at cooking, she is really not particularly good at noodle dishes, that is, pastries. Dumplings can also be wrapped, but she really can't do this kind of "dough kneading" work.

Not only that, but she can't learn a lot of noodle work in the hands of decades of masters - to put it bluntly, she can cook, but she is not very good at pastry.

Yang's movement of kneading the dough in his hand did not pause at all, and said with a smile: "If you do more, you will be proficient." ”

"But didn't our family often eat dumplings before?" Not only is it "not often", I am afraid that it can only be eaten during the New Year or occasional festivals throughout the year.

"Our family doesn't eat often, but if the rich and noble have a water flow table, A-Niang often goes to help!"

Su Qingluan suddenly realized: No matter where you are, there are always rich people. Speaking of the novel styles and patterns that Yang made clothes for them, in addition to her own ingenuity, I am afraid that she has also seen and heard about the rich and noble, and she has been enlightened, right?

Thinking so, Su Qingluan sighed: "A-Niang is really hard. ”

"Hey, what's the hard work," Yang didn't care, "I always hope that you children will eat better and make a little more money—but the big girl is the best!" ”

"......" was actually praised like this, Su Qingluan was a little weak-hearted, after all, she was a person who had lived for two lifetimes, and she was a little suspected of cheating.

The heart is empty, and the work of whipping the minced meat is done. At this time, the meat filling showed a very obvious whirlpool, and it was more moist than before, and a layer of fine white fat putty floated on the surface, making Su Qingluan's hand when whipping the meat filling become greasy and slippery.

Su Qingluan tilted the basin over, and the meat filling did not loosen at all, nor did it change significantly, which means that the meat filling is "whipping up".

Then, she turned around and took soybean oil and sesame oil, mixed a small bowl according to the ratio of two parts of soybean oil and one sesame oil, added the whole bowl of mixed oil to the meat filling, and gently stirred a few times clockwise to let the fat fully mix with the meat filling, turned to Yang and smiled: "Ah Niang, you can add fennel to it!" ”

"Fennel is on the platform over there," Yang was busy kneading the kneading dough one by one, then pressing it into small round dough cakes, and finally sprinkling a layer of flour and putting it into the cloth pocket next to it to prevent these "small dough cakes" from sticking to each other or drying them.

Su Qingluan put the pot on the slow table, and the finely chopped fennel was added to the meat filling and stirred slowly, and in an instant, the special aroma of fat and fennel stimulated each other, so that the whole pot of meat filling exuded a special fresh aroma.

"Oh, this fennel is fresh and tastes good!" Su Qingluan grabbed a small handful of fennel and put it under his nose and sniffed it gently.

"No, this is just this morning!" Yang smiled, "If your father wasn't sharp-eyed, he wouldn't have been able to grab this one!" ”

"Daddy is a sure hit." Su Qingluan nodded.

Seeing that the dumpling fillings in Su Qingluan's hands were mixed well, Yang turned his head and asked, "Big girl, do you know how to roll the dumpling skin?" ”