I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

Colorful flowers are flying around, Yin Xuan has been able to no longer be affected by this kind of thing.

He fixed his eyes on the past, and what was hidden behind the fireworks was a huge square and square monster.

It's a bit like a fryer. But the tonnage of the fryer is not as big as it is.

More like an oven, Yin Xuan secretly prayed, it must be an oven, this thing is very important to him.

His fingers hidden under the table moved slightly.

"Ding, do you want to spend five pennies to buy a popcorn machine?"

Yin Xuan gasped, he really didn't expect it to be such a thing.

Judging by its size, it is not the kind of popcorn machine that is commonly used at home, but the kind of behemoth used in shopping malls.

Popcorn. This stuff is actually pretty easy to make.

A spoonful of oil, a bowl of corn kernels, a spoonful of sugar, and then cover the pot.

But Yin Xuan never thought of making this thing in the past. It is indeed a good snack, but after finishing it, it is too troublesome to clean up the mess.

Anyway, Datang people are not short of this, so he didn't go to get this thing.

Until today, I opened this thing myself.

The system also seemed to know that this thing was just tasteless, and the price it offered was not high, only five guan.Yin Xuan hesitated for a while, but still paid for it.

Something is better than nothing.

You never know when it will come in handy.

After perfunctory Yin Lulu, Yin Xuan went to the kitchen, took out this thing, and put it in a corner of the kitchen.

Looking at this boxy glass cabinet, he couldn't help but raised his hand and tapped it, you said this thing - why can't it be folded into a glass.

Not to mention whether it can be sold or not, even if it is used as ordinary wine utensils in one's own restaurant, that is also a matter of great face.

the next morning.

After Yin Lulu was dragged by Li Yingzi's fate, Bo Ning pulled her up from the bed and continued to run.

Yin Xuan burned firewood at the door and prepared dough—this is not for frying fried dough sticks.

Then I took it out of the house and kneaded it last night, let it rest in the bed, and let it ferment—this is what is used to fry fried dough sticks.

Without yeast or baking soda, it is not an easy task to make fluffy dough, and people in Datang rarely bother to do so, and eat mostly dead noodles.

Just put some ash water - it's a kind of trona.

This kind of dough awakened by natural fermentation is naturally inferior to the dough produced by yeast and baking soda, but there are conditions, and it can be used.

Spread some oil and water on the chopping board outside the house.

Stretch the noodles, cut them into strips of uniform thickness, dip some chopsticks in some water, draw a water line in the middle of the noodles, and then stack the two noodles together.

Use another chopstick that has not been dipped in water, and press hard to squeeze out a small waist.

Pick it up, tug it lightly, and let it slim down.

Lower into the oil pan.

The sizzling oil blossomed, and after it was placed in the pot, it had to be turned over and over again, so that it could become white and fat like a whistling sound, and then gradually turn golden.

By this time, you can remove the oil control.

The smell of oil slowly wafted all over the street, and the autumn wind carried the smell to every nearby house and household, stirring their noses.

He took many people who got up early and went to work, and let them walk over step by step.

Yin Xuan greeted with vigor: "Have you eaten yet?"

"Would you like to come to my place for some breakfast?"

"A deep-fried dough stick costs a penny, it's not expensive, and it fills your stomach."

Datang did not have an early culture. If this excellent culture is missing, it is really a great pity-the income is also missing a lot.

I can't make a lot of money by working so hard to get up early, set up a stall, and fry fried dough sticks. The main purpose is to spread the early culture.

Is it for the sake of earning more coins after the culture is disseminated earlier?
No!

It is to enable the people of Tang Dynasty to be able to get some warmth in the morning, so that the streets and neighborhoods can have a little more fireworks.

There are not many good people like myself.

Yin Xuan didn't prepare too many noodles, he only prepared one catty, which can make about one and a half catty of deep-fried dough sticks, about thirty sticks.

Li Yingzi, Yin Lulu, and Jiu'er ran back quickly.

Yin Xuan picked a fried dough stick and handed it over.

Yin Lulu and Jiu'er are currently in a state of overwhelm, and they have no appetite to eat.

But for the three kilometers, especially to cooperate with Jiuer and Yin Lulu, the pace is very slow. For Li Yingzi, it is barely a warm-up. After the run, it is the time when the appetite is at its best.

She wasn't as particular about Miss Ordinary either. She took the fritters and started eating them.

The entrance is crunchy, the skin is crispy, chewing a few bites and still a little waxy, fragrant, salty, and a little sour - the sour taste is not in Yin Xuan's plan, but the conditions are limited. Alkaline, sour taste is still difficult to get rid of.

However, this trace of sour taste is not obtrusive in the rich taste and salty taste of fried dough sticks, and even has a special flavor.

Li Yingzi's eyes lit up, and after eating, she stretched out her greasy little hands to pick the second fried dough stick.

There was a snap.

Yin Xuan twitched lightly on the back of her hand.

Li Yingzi was stunned for a moment, a little aggrieved, and looked at Yin Xuan—she remembered that the store owner was not such a stingy person, and would usually take care of herself.

"Others still want to eat, if you want, I'll pick it up for you alone." Yin Xuan calmed down softly, picked up the chopsticks, and picked up another chopstick for Li Yingzi, "Pay attention to food hygiene and safety."

Like this, the behavior of reaching out to pick and choose at the breakfast shop, touching almost all of them, and finally picking up a fried dough stick, is the most annoying behavior.

Yin Xuan will not get used to this kind of problem.

With fried dough sticks, Li Yingzi's little grievances just now were forgotten, and she started to bite again.

This girl is so coaxing.

Yin Xuan sighed with emotion, and continued to fry the fritters.

There was Li Yingzi, a "eating broadcaster" standing at the door, crunching and chewing deliciously, and the people who came to watch couldn't help it.

It's a penny and a stick, the price is not cheap, and of course it is not expensive.

Portions don't look small either.

A fritter is even thicker and longer than Yin Lulu's forearm, and compared to the fried skewers at Tongfu Restaurant, it is much more affordable.

Just when Li Yingzi was biting into the third fried dough stick, apart from the two left for Yin Lulu and Jiu'er, the remaining 20 fried dough sticks were sold short one after another.

After all, Huaizhen Square is next to Shangfang, and the people who live here don't have big money, but they have some small money, and it's not a loss for a penny to exchange for a breakfast.

Some people walked far away with fried dough sticks, and some people started to bite on the street.

Crunch.

The aroma of oil and noodles, with a delicate salty taste, invaded their mouths mercilessly.

"Shopkeeper, bring me another one." After someone finished eating, he trotted over holding a copper coin and his eyes were shining.

Yin Xuan shook his head and waved his hand: "No, it's sold out. If you want to eat, go early tomorrow."