Snack Street Tycoon

After Fan Yu got the wet mill, he first brought water to clean the mill carefully, and then scalded it with boiling water.While washing the grinder, he was thinking about meeting Zu Xin in the alley.He naturally imagines that he can protect whoever he wants to protect with his wealth and wealth like before, but he also knows that he has no money now. Looking at the current situation, it seems that even the poverty line has not been broken. Such a tough way to save others.Knowing this level, but also knowing that there is no clever method to use in this matter, such as what I suggested to Zu Xin to let him raise himself and make him worthless, it would be better to redeem it. It doesn't work either, so now he is deeply troubled by this matter, thinking that it is impossible for him to become famous and prosperous in a year or so, and Zu Xin can't wait for a long time in that brothel, at most there will be more In ten months or so, the mother on the other side will drive her to sell money.

He thought, since he persuaded Zu Xin not to be easily depressed, and to believe that everything will turn around as long as people work for others, then he can't just persuade people like this, but here he is secretly lazy and cowardly. wait to die.

He thought, he could always wait for something.

He let go of his worries and focused on the mill.His mill is used to make a snack called "quack", a tough and refreshing light lotus root purple "paste-like" snack that is formed after buckwheat paste has finally changed its shape. It can be used as a staple food and served as a side dish The fresh and fresh "choking" ingredients are really first-class.

All starchy foods can turn into mud balls, depending on the structure of their own starch chains, the final mud balls have different toughness. Tough, otherwise thinner and smoother.For example, the yam paste on the rice bowl in the daily food is the loosest starch, so the yam paste is naturally thin and slippery, and the fluidity is very good. The texture is a bit like eating a goat. It has the same consistency as yogurt made from milk, but it slides all the time.Next, the mashed yam and mashed potatoes are a little tighter, so they won't slide and are fixed in the bowl.

Then the extremely tight and flexible nature is the most well-known rice cake and dough.Doughs are made from wheat flour, the most starchy, and because they contain protein, doughs are the toughest of all foods in this group.

The final mash made from buckwheat is not as tough as the staple food such as rice and noodles, and it will not be all knit together like rice balls and dough, but it will not be as auxiliary as mashed potatoes and taro mash. The "mud" from the staple food is so loose, like a kind of elastic state between the rice cakes smashed by the Korean people during the Chinese New Year and the original American mashed potatoes.It is tough and refreshing, and the buckwheat fragrance is all forced out.

He would do this really because of his filial piety.His grandfather has type [-] diabetes, and his father's annual physical examination a few years ago also found that his blood sugar was somewhat high. The doctor advised them to eat buckwheat noodles and eat less refined rice noodles.But who would like to eat that kind of noodles? It is made of buckwheat flour mixed with white flour. .

Coincidentally, one of his friends said that there is a snack in their hometown called "Gua Gua", which is made of pure buckwheat flour. People there like to eat it, saying that everyone in their hometown eats it, just like Lanzhou people. People don't eat beef noodles.Although the materials are the simplest and cheapest, the workmanship is complicated. It is not easy to transform buckwheat, which everyone dislikes as a staple food, into a food that everyone rushes to buy and eat. .His friend said that only his hometown can make the most authentic gua gua, just like only Lanzhou can make the most authentic beef noodles, and there is no authentic one ten miles away from their own city. .

And even in their own city, they still scored three, six or nine grades. For example, only Changji in the friend’s city and those within a radius of ten miles around him are the first grade. When they expand outside, they start to change their ranks. In Lanzhou, only the Mazilu Beef Noodle Restaurant and its surrounding areas within a radius of ten miles are the first-class, and if you expand further, it will change.

In order to learn this, he went back and cooked it for the elders who were sick or slightly ill at home. He also went to his home city with his friends and lived there for several days. It has been 39 years, and I have known his friend’s family well. When I heard that I wanted to learn this because of that reason, I also received red envelopes from others as tuition fees. If I want to do this business in the future, I will naturally give it all.

As a result, after Fan Yu learned this food and made it home, not only his grandfather and father loved it, but also his mother and two younger brothers who had no problem with high blood sugar.Sometimes he finds it troublesome to do so, so he forbids his younger brothers to "steal" to eat, and leaves everything to grandpa and father. His brother even refuted him: "You see, grandpa suffered from that disease unfortunately, and dad also found out that the blood sugar was abnormal." Gao, this means that the males in our family are at high risk of this disease. Then we will eat buckwheat from now on, and eat less other staple foods, isn’t it a precautionary measure?” He was so angry that he died.

While thinking about the past, he fetched the peeled buckwheat kernels that had been soaked earlier in the morning.Those buckwheat kernels were washed and cleaned by him yesterday morning, and they were soaked in a medium-sized wide-mouth jar, which could be as large as half the jar.By this time, I had been soaked for a day and a night.

At this moment, he saw that the buckwheat grains in the wide-mouth jar seemed to be full of water, and they were fatter, gray in color, and sticky.Originally, buckwheat grains were not easy to get sticky, but now after a long time of soaking, apart from the clear grains that can still be seen in the pouring tank, there is light grayish white sticky wheat pulp.There is no longer any water in the tank, it seems that the water that exceeded the buckwheat grains yesterday has been absorbed into the wheat kernels.

The whole vat became very sticky, so he took a long-handled wooden spoon and stirred it up.This is done to enhance its stickiness and uniformity.

Since the stirring movements in his hands became monotonous, Yi immersed himself in a kind of memory even more.He was reminded of another world to which he might never return.I don't know what's going on at home. Fortunately, I have a younger brother. Although he is a bit skinny, he seems to be good.

While he was thinking about these trivial matters in the original family, he heard his mother-in-law calling him at the door of the kitchen on his side. He looked back and saw that her mother-in-law was holding a handful of vegetables in her hand, presumably she had just walked back from the house behind him I came back from farm work in a vegetable field.The mother-in-law asked him, "What are you doing?" He replied, "I'm working on some new tricks, and I don't know if I can sell them for money in the future." When the mother-in-law heard that they could sell for money, she was naturally very supportive, and said, "Okay. Okay, you can do it yourself. The vegetables in our vegetable field here are almost inedible, and I’m also to blame for not taking good care of them for a while. When you come back at noon tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, you can buy a handful or two from the grocery store. I have to go through it again." While chattering, she turned and walked in front of her.

Fan Yu continued to stir his buckwheat paste.About three quarters of an hour later, he set up a square stool under his grinder outlet, and placed a wooden barrel on the square stool, ready to wait for the first round of pulp. Buckwheat pulp.Then, he scooped a few spoonfuls of the raw paste into the deep opening in the center of the millstone, because the two thick millstones are tightly connected, and the raw paste would not flow out without being ground.

Seeing that it was full, he pushed the long wooden handle of the grinder and began to grind it.He deliberately made the handle of the grinder so long, just to take advantage of the principle of leverage, so that the grinder doesn't have to be so strenuous.While grinding like this, he stopped to fill up the raw paste and poured it into the injection port. After about four or ten minutes, in less than three quarters of an hour, all the raw paste turned into rough buckwheat pulp.This coarse buckwheat pulp has not been refined yet. Although it is finer and more fluid than raw paste, there is still a little coarseness mixed in it.

He added some of the filtered water from his house to soak the half bucket of rough buckwheat pulp he had received, and added a cover to the wooden bucket.Following him, he went to the front and took a wooden funnel bought a few days ago to the kitchen behind him for use at night.The size and structure of this wooden funnel is the same as the funnel used to filter water in his family, and he bought it according to the one at home.This one will be used for buckwheat ghee.

But the rough buckwheat pulp had to be soaked for four hours. At this moment, he suddenly remembered that the water for his trip at noon had not been transported, so he pushed the cart down the mountain to transport the water.After returning, he entered the kitchen and began to filter the water.I also heard my mother-in-law picking the vegetables she had cut back in the kitchen and complaining that those vegetables could not be eaten.He said that he would go down the mountain into the city to buy vegetables after filtering the water, and my mother-in-law agreed.

When he came back from buying vegetables and the two of them had dinner, he went to look at his coarse buckwheat pulp and found that it was all thickly fused together.Then he used the wooden funnel to filter the barrel of coarse pulp, and fine pulp came out.But the fine slurry alone is not enough, and it needs to be soaked in water for four hours.However, when water is added to the coarse pulp, it will eventually fuse—the pulp and water will merge, while the fine pulp will have completely different properties when added with water, that is, it will eventually separate——the buckwheat starch will separate from the water, and the water will float after four hours. In the upper layer, the lower layer is left with extremely pure powder slurry.

After the water and the slurry separated after four hours, he poured out the upper layer of water and left the buckwheat flour slurry in the bucket, which was as much as half a medium-sized large wooden barrel.After he put a lid on the barrel, he went to take a shower and went to bed.The powder paste can only be used overnight, he has to get up early tomorrow morning, and at four o'clock he has to get up to really do that quack.But he is a person who does not usually get up at four o'clock, and the clepsydra here does not have the function of an alarm clock, so he drank half a bowl of water before going to bed, and prepared to use the "wake up" Wake yourself up, and once you wake up, you have to cruelly tell yourself not to sleep again.

As a result, at half past four, he really woke up.He got up quickly, washed his hands after urinating, and ate an overnight gray wheat bag.He put a large black and shiny iron pot he bought on the stove, and the stove was lit up, and then he brought his bucket of buckwheat flour slurry, and poured it into the pot with a long-handled iron spoon. Two tablespoons of clear filtered water, then six spoons of powder slurry, and stir in the pot in one direction.Until the contents of the pot slowly condense and turn into a yellow but not burnt state, it can be taken out of the pot. The things out of the pot will go through a process of "returning". The color changed to light lotus purple.

In this way, he turned the buckwheat flour slurry of more than half a wooden barrel into a little more quack than half a wooden barrel. This barrel is not small, enough to sell more than 200 bowls.He used to make gua gua for the health of his family, coaxing them to eat the buckwheat in a different way, but now he makes gua gua just because buckwheat grains are not sold in rice shops in this fish girl city, and neither are most of the people. Eat, don't know how to eat, and the ones harvested in the back mountains don't cost money.He is naturally willing to ask for money.

After he fetched and filtered the morning water, he ate breakfast at home, loaded all the things he wanted to buy and sell on the cart, and told his mother-in-law that he would go to the entrance of the city early in the morning to do some small work. Buy and sell, come back around ten o'clock, and then go to deliver the goods.The mother-in-law asked: "The small business is done in the part of the city, and there are not many people there. Is it not good?"The mother-in-law asked him to come back whenever he could. She said that she still had a one-wheeled cart, and it was okay to stack up two big baskets of steamed buns. Just buy another scooter, let him do business well, go to the center of the city, don't squat on the edge.

He just said that's okay, then he will go first, and it is not known whether it will be sold or not.The mother-in-law also asked him to go to the place where she was standing in Mangguzi Lane to do the business, and said that the section of Daqi Street was quite prosperous.He said he would push it over first and then figure it out.

After bidding farewell to his mother-in-law, he pushed the cart and walked towards Yunu City.There is a big wooden barrel on the cart, and what is put in the big wooden barrel is just croaks.In front of the big wooden barrel is a row of deep-mouthed square wooden barrels, which are hooped together and become a long strip. In fact, they are eight independent square barrels, each of which has the mouth of a piece of toast. , the depth is the height of a bowl of instant cup noodles, which are filled with different seasonings.

Not all of his seasonings are particularly rare, many of them are bought from shops selling seasonings in the city, such as salt, vinegar, sesame paste, etc., and the chili sauce is bought from his gray wheat buns every day. I bought it from the kitchen of the restaurant. He can often smell the cooking smell in the backyard of the restaurant in the backyard. He has smelled the spicy smell. It seems to be a very authentic kind of spicy, which is better than what he found in the seasoning shop. The hot sauce smells more spicy, with a kind of oily aroma. One time, he would ask the shop to buy some of his hot sauce.The shopkeeper saw that he had such a business relationship with his family, so he asked his family to send some from the kitchen for him to eat back.

Among all these seasonings, there is one thing that other people's homes don't have, and that is wasabi, which he found by the river at the foot of the mountain.Wasabi is also commonly known as wasabi, but it is not the kind of wasabi in general Japanese food stores, but the fresh wasabi puree that is freshly ground from fresh wasabi stems when eating kaiseki cuisine.He ground the wasabi puree, mixed in some oil, and after mixing thoroughly, it became a non-choking mustard oil with a special spicy taste.

He pushed the scooter all the way into the city, and finally thought that what his mother-in-law said made sense, so he pushed the scooter to Mangguzi Lane, but just after he stopped, he remembered that he wanted to sell a share of four. In Mangguzi Alley, I don't know if it can be sold at this price.So he simply pushed the car to Daqi Street again, and stopped beside a stall selling tofu.The tofu seller is a man, and there are fresh tofu and dried tofu, as well as fresh soybean sprouts.The man glanced at Fan Yu, and Fan Yu also glanced at him, thinking that he was not welcome to push the cart to his side.But after thinking about it again, he realized that the business he was doing had no conflict with his tofu stall business, so he just parked the cart here.

Then, he first opened the wooden barrel of Sheng Gua Gua, and before he took off the tight lids of the square barrels with seasonings, the man selling tofu next to him asked him: "Your stall sells food, right?" ?” He looked up at the tall and strong man, and replied: “Yes.” The man said: “Just give me something to fill my stomach, I was just thinking that you might be selling food, so don’t worry about it.” I left the stall to buy food elsewhere. How much do you pay for it, and how do you sell it?” Fan Yu replied, “I have four bowls for one bowl, and I’m going to put three bowls and put them outside later. Take a look at one bowl. How much is it?" The man answered.

So Fan Yu took a large wooden bowl and filled half of the bowl with the quack, then lifted the lid of the seasoning bucket, and used a small wooden spoon with a slender handle to pour one to three spoonfuls of seasoning into each seasoning bucket into the bowl.Those seasonings covered the surface of Gua Gua, but they seemed to be absorbed by Gua Gua's body very quickly, so I could smell the fresh fragrance and spicy oil from a long distance, but upon closer inspection, I found There is not even an oil slick on Gua Gua, only the uneven hot red color still floating on the surface.As soon as he tipped the big wooden bowl, he poured the contents of the bowl onto the two layers of thick brown oil paper held in one hand.

The man standing next to him asked him what it was called, and why it was so fragrant. He said it was called croak, and people asked him why it sounded like a frog. When he thought about it, he really did, but he never thought about it, and he just thought it was "croaking." The meaning of "top croaking" is that I have never thought about the frog's cry, so I smiled embarrassedly.They bought a copy from him.

Because he can't write the word "quack" here, he didn't put up a sign on the file, writing something like "quack-four sons".The man next to him seemed to have swallowed a whole pack of Guagua before he tasted it, without even using a pair of chopsticks.After he finished eating, he realized that he had been told to eat it all, and he had eaten it before he could even taste the taste, so he asked for another one.Fan Yu handed him another bowl, and said that he was a neighbor the first day, so he should treat him to this bowl.

Followed by Fan Yu, he shouted loudly: "Gua Gua, delicious Gua Gua, four dishes in a bowl." Now it is only a little past eight o'clock, and many shops on both sides of Daqi Street have not officially opened their doors. When going down to do business, most of them just remove a few wooden boards to open a gap, or those businesses that don't use row doors open only one side of the door.

Some shopkeepers and owners in the shop heard his call, and they had the idea of ​​sending someone out to buy it back and try something new.