After the first batch of shrimp cakes was fished out, Su Qingluan immediately ordered a new batch of new ones to keep the oil temperature from rising.

At the same time, in order to prevent the shrimp cakes from getting caught in the middle, she crushed or pinched those that were too heavy or large, and let the shrimp cakes in the center be oiled again, so that the surface took on a faint yellow color.

After all the shrimp cakes were fried for the first time, Su Qingluan looked at the volume of the shrimp cakes that had already emerged in the sea bowl, and couldn't help but sigh: This amount is more than she imagined!

However, the first bomb is not enough. In order to achieve a crispy effect, it is also necessary to re-fry.

So she turned the vents to the maximum to make the fire in the stove burn a little brighter.

Originally, Su Qingluan wanted to re-bomb it, but it didn't achieve the effect she expected, so Su Qingluan had to re-bomb it again.

This time, the original pale yellow shrimp cake has taken on a yellowish brown color, and Su Qingluan ate a piece of shrimp cake that is not big or small, especially the part of the shrimp head, the original shrimp whiskers have been fried into a state of crushing into slag with a light sip, which is not the taste of prickly mouth before.

After the shrimp cakes came out of the pot, Su Qingluan poured the remaining oil into another jar, planning to use the reused refried oil as lamp oil.

However, at the bottom of the pot, Su Qingluan left a little base oil - the fried river shrimp was already a little cold, so it was just right to use the oil from the fried shrimp to return to the pot.

The bread in the cage drawer and the porridge in the clay pot were still warm enough, and they were still steaming when they were served.

Su Qingluan shouted at the top of his voice that it was time to eat, and his younger brothers and sisters ran over and sat down at the table, and Yang and Su Guangfu also came.

It was exactly the same as Su Qingluan expected at the beginning, although the taste of the fried river shrimp was very sweet, but because the whiskers of the river shrimp were too prickly, the two little guys only ate one bite, and they were pricked one after another.

Su Xueyan looked at the plate of fried river shrimp with tears in her eyes, and opened her mouth aggrievedly to let Su Qingluan look at her lower lip - the mucous membrane inside had been pricked and bleeding.

And although Su Xuanhe was not pierced and cried like his sister, he also frowned tightly, and never touched the second bite of the fried river shrimp.

Relatively speaking, Su Guangfu and Yang, who are "rough skin and thick meat", do not have so many scruples, and the two of them don't think there is anything wrong with this point, and they eat very with relish.

As for Su Qingluan, in fact, she also doesn't like the taste of the tentacles of the river shrimp, but she is an experienced foodie, so she naturally knows the tricks of washing the shrimp head out to avoid being pricked.

However, this thing can only be understood and cannot be spoken, even if Su Qingluan tells his younger brothers and sisters that if the two of them don't grasp that angle well, they will also be stabbed, but after being stabbed, they will be more careful when eating this kind of river shrimp to avoid further injury.

What's more, instead of carefully preventing being pricked in the mouth, Su Qingluan already has a way to do it once and for all.

"You two don't want to eat that fried river shrimp, now you two have too delicate mouths, and you will be pricked at every turn, and you will suffer a lot of sins if you eat that." As he spoke, he nodded the shrimp crackers that were bubbling in the sea bowl with the tip of his chopsticks, "You guys try this." ”

The two little guys saw that the shrimp whiskers were still distinct, one looked more wary than the other, looking at the oily fried shrimp cakes, but one was more "reserved" than the other, and refused to move the chopsticks first.

Su Qingluan looked at it, and said in her heart that she was scared? So he picked up a piece of shrimp cake casually, held it in his hand and pinched it gently, and in an instant, the shrimp cake made a crisp sound, and the shrimp that was originally prickly was broken into a hand of fried like quicksand and scattered in the bowl containing yam porridge in front of Su Qingluan.

"Oh, don't prick your mouth, it's crispy, you can eat this with confidence." As he spoke, Su Qingluan took out another piece and put it in his mouth.

A crisp sound burst out of the lips and teeth.

After such a long time, Su Qingluan's words still have a high degree of credibility in the hearts of his younger brother and sister.

So, although the two little guys hesitated, they also put their little hands on the fried shrimp cakes one after another, and one of them picked a smaller one, put it in his mouth and refused.

Suddenly, the crispy texture bursts out in the mouth, and the aroma of fried noodles and the unique sweetness of river shrimp mixed with a small amount of spices and salt slowly bloom in the mouth.

The shrimp head, which was originally very prickly, has become a very crispy texture because it has been fried at high temperature repeatedly, and as long as it is lightly touched, it will crumble into a piece of oil residue, which greatly reduces the "difficulty" of eating.

After eating two pieces of fried shrimp cakes in a row, they were not "attacked" on the mucous membrane in the mouth, and the two little ones were relieved and began to feast on them, and soon they were oily.

Su Qingluan looked at them and hurriedly waved his hand: "This fried shrimp cake tastes good, and I also watched your mouth be weak for a few days, and it was almost good, so I opened the meat for you, everyone can't eat more, at most three large pieces, and six small pieces, otherwise you won't be able to restrain it!" ”

Of course, this "you" naturally does not include adults with strong self-control ability, but two children - especially the last half of the sentence, which is completely rushed to beat Su Xuanhe, a little guy with "lessons from the past".

Fortunately, this time, Su Xuanhe can be regarded as eating a trench and growing wise, and he no longer eats violently, and finally he does not have the same abdominal pain as before.

Because the three adults still have work to do later, they naturally don't have the scruples of children, so even Su Qingluan ate a few more shrimp cakes.

When everyone finished eating, Su Guangfu had to go to the backyard to repair the chicken shed that he saw some damage today, and he had to tear down the shelves for growing vegetables that were no longer needed, and put them away and continue to use them next year.

Yang went to wash the dishes next to the water tank at the back of the stove.

Su Xuanhe resumed her homework and prepared to return to the school, and Su Xueyan's little girl had the strength to jump the grid again.

Su Qingluan came to the stove room and looked at the stove that had been deliberately left with a little spark, and rekindled it.

Seeing this, Yang poked his head and asked, "Big girl, what are you going to do?" ”

Su Qingluan pointed to the remaining shrimp in the corner, which was about a pound or more, and said with a smile: "Auntie, I'll make a little shrimp and flax salt." ”

"What is this for?"

"It can be eaten alone, added to porridge, or crushed as a seasoning."

In fact, Su Qingluan prefers to eat dried shrimp and flax salt as meat floss sandwiched in grilled steamed buns, and it is best to eat dried shrimp.

But at the moment, there are only river shrimp, which is better than nothing.

Thinking so, Su Qingluan put the river shrimp that had been dried up into the iron plate pot with nothing added.

Because this most primitive iron plate pot has no non-stick coating, Su Qingluan can only maintain the heat to a minimum, and keeps repeatedly using a wooden spoon to pluck the river shrimp to prevent it from sticking to the pan.

After a while, the original blue-gray river shrimp gradually turned pink.