Put the tofu and radish in a wooden bowl, grind it into a fine puree with a wooden pestle, and then put the lotus root, also known as the horseshoe, into the tofu puree with a knife, add refined salt, and mix the flour to become the tofu puree - and then all you have to wait for is that the oil is boiling, and after the oil is boiling, you can naturally get into the pot.

The meatballs are similar to the method, but they are made of pork, and the minced pork filling is piled up in a large copper basin next to it, and they are all spiking. Er Ya scooped out a large lump of soft meat filling, put it in another slightly smaller basin, and then added cooking wine, egg whites, green onions, ginger, garlic, soybean paste, flour, etc., then stirred well, and sprinkled some pepper.

At this time, the oil was about 50% hot, and Erya put into it a long wooden chopstick that is commonly used by people who buy fried cypress on the street, and saw some small bubbles around the chopsticks. She said to the eldest girl: "Let's get off the ball!" ”

It's rare for the eldest girl not to quarrel with her today, and she shouted happily: "Boiled balls, lower pills, a year of reunion." ”

As she spoke, she began to squeeze the balls, her thick hand drilled and grabbed the tofu puree, her index finger and thumb buckled together, forming a circle, and then with the strength of her hand, the stuffing was squeezed out of this circle, and it became a ball about an inch thick and fell into the pot. Her technique is very skillful, and her movements are also very fast, the balls are squeezed out one by one, and then quickly fall into the pot. Meatballs can't be put on, whether it's vegetarian meatballs or meatballs, because this thing is relatively soft, if you put it on top of the curtain after making it, it will quickly deform, and the bottom will be squeezed flat, and it will no longer maintain a spherical shape.

The meatballs are the same way, squeezed out one by one, falling into the oil, sinking down for a while, and then floating up with a string of bubbles. Soon, a layer of balls floated on the pot surface. The white yellowish vegetarian meatballs and the dark red meatballs are mixed together, and they are cute.

Er Ya used a large wooden colander to constantly stir these balls and turn them over. It didn't take long for the meatballs to be fried thoroughly, and the color was an attractive light yellow.

Er Ya took out all the balls with a colander and put them in a large bowl on the side.

The eldest girl continued to stare at the situation inside the pot, estimating the temperature of the oil, while the second girl began to make tofu boxes.

This is also one of the more difficult frying items.

The tofu bought at the market is stripped of the slightly harder skin on top and cut into pieces about one and a half inches long, one and a half inches wide, and about one inch high. Toss the tofu cubes into the hot oil and fry them aside, and remove them when they are golden brown. At this time, the tofu cube has become quite hard and human-shaped, and then use a knife to stick to the top of the tofu cube and cut a thin dozen slices, which is the lid of the tofu box.

Hold the remaining piece of tofu in your hand, hollow it out with a knife, and dig out the tofu pulp. The result is a crusty tofu box with a lid and an empty interior. At this point, you can put in the stuffing that has been prepared for a long time. The stuffing is diced pork, sea rice, fungus, etc., all chopped, stir-fried with green onion and ginger until eight ripe, soy sauce, refined salt, mixed with some other meat dishes.

Put the minced meat in the tofu box and you're done. It can be eaten as is, or it can be further processed. For example, the tofu boxes are stacked into a four-corner trapezoidal tower, taken out at the time of steaming a cup of tea, put in the wok on medium heat to 60% heat, put in garlic slices, cook vinegar, put in fungus, cabbage heart, magnolia slices, soy sauce, clear soup to boil, humidify starch into a thick sauce and pour it on the tofu box. In this way, it is a first-class home-cooked dish.

Now that the tofu box is just ready, Erya has no time to make it further, and it is not too late to get it when it is time to eat.

And over there, the big girl has already put the fried meatballs into the pot again, and the oil temperature has risen to seven or eight percent hot, and then put the meatballs into the oil pan, but it is skimmed, and when it is fried until it is golden brown, it is taken out and put aside on the basket to drain the oil. When the oil is drained, you can eat it directly.

"Hmm!" Dong Ce picked one up and put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and exclaimed: "It's fragrant and crispy, soft and delicious, that's the taste." It's a pity that it would be better if it was dipped in pepper and salt. ”

Red Sleeves said with a smile: "The master likes to eat, and the concubine will fry some later." ”

Dong Ce smiled: "Don't worry, don't worry, what I want to eat the most is not this ......"

Saying that, the eyes swept over the body of the red sleeves, the red sleeves and the skirt of today's cloth are very simple, but they can't hide the straight Wanwan fragrant buttocks, the towering and firm chest, and the slender and slender legs. She was stunned at first, and then she understood what Dong Ce meant, and immediately her face turned red, and she glanced at him with disgust, but in that look, there was not much to blame, but it was full of teasing and seduction.

At least that's what Dong Ce thinks.

When Er Ya was busy making tofu boxes, Daya and Red Sleeves had already begun to couple.

This is also Dong Ce's favorite one of all the fried foods during the Chinese New Year in his previous life.

The eldest girl pressed a section of lotus root on the board, brandished a bright kitchen knife and chopped it down fiercely, her knife was full of strength and speed, only to see that the knife turned into a phantom, her thick arm was a black mess, Dong Ce couldn't see the movement clearly. But this knife work is really good, not only did not chop it, but the lotus root slices cut out of the pieces are almost the same thickness, crisp, bright white and crystalline, very cute.

On the one hand, the red sleeves rolled up the sleeves, revealing the slender and delicate wrists, her hands, the fingers were slender and beautiful, and they seemed to be more crystal clear than the lotus root in her hand.

She spread the lotus root slices in the palm of her hand, then picked up a lump of meat filling with chopsticks, rubbed it evenly on top of the lotus root slices, and then picked up a piece of lotus root slices with two slender fingers, put it on it, and sandwiched the meat filling in it. Then with chopsticks, I put the coupling into a basin full of batter on one side, and soon the basin was full.

Dong Ce said with a smile: "It's a pity that the hand of the tuning piano is coupled." ”

Red Sleeves smiled lightly: "No one is born to tune the piano, if it weren't for the concubine who could endure some hardships, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to serve the master now." ”

Dong Ce's heart trembled when he heard this, he never asked about the past of the red sleeves, because he was afraid of touching her painful past. Although she didn't ask, she could feel that she had suffered a lot.

He sighed secretly in his heart, but there was a smile on his face: "Come, I'll help you ......"

Red Sleeves pushed him into the house and said angrily: "My lord, the gentleman is also a ...... cook."

As he spoke, his heart was full of sweetness.

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On the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth month of the seventh year of Chongzhen, when Dong Ce's family's happy croquettes were fried, on the evening of this day, Yang Sichang hosted a banquet for Hou Fangyu at home.

It was just getting dark, and snow was falling in the sky.

This is the first snow in northern Shanxi since the beginning of winter this year, in fact, from the beginning of the millennium winter to the present, there has never been a snow in this area.

At this moment, looking at the snowflakes falling from the sky, I don't know how many people knelt on the ground, with tears in their eyes, and loudly thanked and praised the sky. They kowtowed, their foreheads hit the hard ground, and soon they were bruised and swollen, but these pious people didn't realize it.

Many villagers in the countryside were even organized to defeat the heavens and pray for blessings.

If this snow is bigger, next year's harvest will be much better. They don't ask for much, not much at all, as long as they can go down for another three hours.

This kind of emotion has even spread to Yanghe City. Although the people in the city do not have to farm, they also have to eat, and if they want to eat, they have to buy grain, but the price of food has been rising, and it has almost overwhelmed people. They also know what is the reason why food prices have been skyrocketing.

It was a snowflake, and the joyful mood quickly spread in the city.

Hou Fangyu stood at the door with squinted eyes, looking at the people on the street who were obviously different, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Behind him was the property in Yanghe City.

After visiting Yang Sichang during the day, he said goodbye and came back in the afternoon, after all, if he kept talking like this, he would have nothing to say at night. And there is a female relative in the other party's back house, he is in the prime of life, and he is known for his romantic reputation, so it is obviously not very wise to stay.

So he took his leave, and came back, and went again at the supper party.

There is a carriage on the side of the street, which is not luxurious, but the materials are very elegant, the style is smooth and generous, and the corners are wrapped in white copper, which is very solemn and reveals a low-key luxury. The coachman raised his whip: "Childe." ”

The coachman wore a large jacket and hat of squirrel skin, and looked like a wealthy domestic slave. But it was the shopkeeper who often followed Hou Fangyu's side.

Hou Fangyu snorted: "Lao Zhang, don't say it, it's very interesting for you to dress up like this." ”

Lao Zhang looked at himself and said with a wry smile: "Don't you have to support the scene for your son?" How can an ordinary coachman and an ordinary carriage be worthy of the gate of the Governor of Dengxuan? ”

Hou Fangyu smiled, got into the carriage, and with a whip from the shopkeeper, the carriage rolled forward.

In about a quarter of an hour, they arrived at the Xuanda Governor's Palace. A young man was greeting him at the side door, and his eyes lit up when he saw Hou Fangyu. As one of the coquettish teenagers in the capital, Hou Fangyu has a lot of clothes, and they are always the same. At today's banquet, he dressed up extraordinarily, wore an eggplant-colored Doro's fox fur jacket, a sea dragon skin cloak, and tied his waist. Because of the snow, he put on a jade needle, put on a golden rattan hat, climbed on the sandals, got out of the car and walked to the door.

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