Chapter 36 Performing fried rice noodles as a person
The youngest son of the Lin family was preparing to cook dinner for his parents, which attracted the interest of the entire Dongkua Hospital.
There are few entertainment activities these days, let alone televisions, and there are not even a few radios. After dinner, ordinary citizens either go to the alley to chat, or make babies with their wives.
So the slightest bit of gossip news immediately spread throughout the 49 cities.
No, Lin Sanqi was going to show off her skills and show everyone what authentic Cantonese fried rice noodles looked like. The yard was suddenly filled with people.
Many people were holding a rice bowl or a steamed bun, and looked curiously at Lin Sanqi who was setting the plate.
Fried rice noodles is the simplest Cantonese snack. To put it bluntly, it is similar to fried noodles and fried vermicelli in the north.
But it’s not easy to stir-fry it well. If you’re not careful, it’s easy to stir-fry it into a ball, or fry it into pieces, which is a test of the heat and the basic skills of the chef.
It is a characteristic of Cantonese people that they never tire of fine food and fine food, and the same is true for fried rice noodles. There are many simple snack ingredients.
There are plates of ingredients and ingredients on the table: beef, rice noodles, kale, bean sprouts, salt, cooking wine, light soy sauce, oyster sauce, starch, sugar, sand tea sauce, and oil.
The simplest ingredients and ingredients in 2023 were astonishing in 1959. Many ingredients and ingredients are almost impossible to buy in 49 cities.
Such as beef, such as oil consumption, such as sugar.
These are all "high-end ingredients", and to put it bluntly, they are not for the common people.
Only Huadu natives Lin Sophora and his wife understood that the most inconspicuous ingredient is the rice noodles.
They have been in the capital for 10 years and have never seen this thing before. They don't know where this little son got it. It must not be easy.
Ma Dazhuang was shocked, and suddenly felt that the steamed bun in his hand no longer tasted good:
"Hey, why are the Lin family so crazy? We all boil vegetables in salt water, but his family actually has so many ingredients?"
Hou Daya kept pouting:
"The Lin family were landlords before liberation. I have known for a long time that their family is not a good person. Look, they are still landlords now. They really need ideological education! They should be sent to Mentougou Farm!"
Matchmaker Lin is also feeling distressed, as if the ingredients on the table belong to her:
"That's right, such good meat, such white vermicelli, and so much white sugar and cooking oil, what a sin, let Lin Sanqi ruin it all!"
The people in the yard were all talking and talking.
As for the source of these ingredients, no one doubts it. After all, everyone knows that Father Lin is a famous Chinese medicine doctor. His monthly salary is four or five times that of others. What can he eat if he can’t afford it?
Compared with the disdain and quiet hostility of outsiders, Lin Sophora is filled with joy.
My youngest son is going to cook a meal of authentic hometown snacks for his parents. Is there anything that could make his parents happier than this? This is filial piety.
In addition, the youngest son brought these ingredients himself, so he can play with them as he wants.
Jin Caifeng was a little anxious, fearing that her son would waste such precious food, so she was busy helping her younger son.
I saw Lin Sanqi first cut the beef into thin slices, then added sugar and marinated it for 15 minutes, drained off the excess juice, then added cooking wine, starch, and peanut oil, mix well, and marinated for 15 minutes.
People in the yard were all staring at the beef being marinated, wanting to grab it and eat it raw.
Lin Sanqi underestimated the desire for meat in this era.
Then the kale and bean sprouts were blanched in hot water, and Lin Sanqi was ready to stir-fry rice noodles.
The characteristic of stir-fried rice noodles is that it can't be cooked with strong fire and oil. After all, it's a coal stove, but it can still be cooked with strong oil. Lin Sanqi picked up the oil bottle and poured half of the bottle into it under the watchful eyes of everyone. After thinking about it, it seemed that it was a little missing, so he poured in another half of the bottle of oil.
This move made Jin Caifeng feel heartbroken, but with everyone watching, she couldn't refute her younger son's face, so she could only remain silent.
But the neighbors didn’t care. Hou Daya’s eyes widened:
"Fuck, this guy from the Lin family is having a hard time!"
Matchmaker Wang was also so distressed that she jumped up and down: "Ah, there are too many, too many. I poured three ounces of oil in one breath. How can you be so fussy?"
Lin Sanqi laughed after hearing this:
"Not too much, not too much. Fried rice noodles require more oil so that they taste delicious. If there is no oil, it is better to cook vermicelli soup."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Sanqi had poured the rice noodles in, and the coal stove had been turned on to the maximum. When the fire was at its hottest, a "sizzling" sound suddenly erupted.
No matter what ingredients you use, as long as you stir-fry them with high heat and oil, the aroma will come out immediately, making the onlookers drool again.
After Lin Sanqi stir-fries a few times, add chopped green onion, light soy sauce, and salt in sequence, stir-fry a few more times, and then put it on a plate.
Hou Daya's saliva flowed out unsatisfactorily, she wiped it and asked:
"Is it ready to be fried? The color, smell and taste seem to be a bit off, but it is fragrant and fragrant. It should taste good, right?"
Everyone nodded.
Without raising her head, Lin Sanqi picked up the oil bottle and poured another two ounces of oil into it: "Where are we, we have just begun."
Jin Caifeng and several women screamed:
"Oh my god, why did you pour so much oil again?"
Lin Sophora flavescens whispered to Wu Houxin, an old colleague and neighbor beside her: "It takes three times to fry rice noodles. Today, the oil our family has saved for half a year will definitely be used up, haha."
Wu Houxin was also secretly surprised when he saw so much oil being used:
"Old Lin, why don't you stop your silly son? If your family eats this meal today, you won't be able to see oil beads in the next half a year."
Lin Sophora flavescens didn't take it seriously: "Eat it first and then talk about it. Maybe it will happen again tomorrow. This is called drinking today and getting drunk today. Worry tomorrow and worry tomorrow."
"Oh, you old guy has figured it out. It seems that you definitely make enough extra money, so you are not afraid of running out of gas."
It is a rule that has existed since ancient times for famous doctors to pay some fees for visiting doctors. Even in the new society, it is not prohibited. After all, this is a normal human relationship between doctors and patients.
Lin Kushen didn't argue. He was just too lazy to explain, and he wasn't really stupid.
I heard that my youngest son ate meat buns and deep-fried fried dough sticks for breakfast, and fried beef rice noodles in front of everyone in the evening. This means that this youngest son must have his own secret behind it.
As a father, he can just help cover up and let the younger son have a reasonable explanation for where the money and food came from.
Therefore, no one should be underestimated. Everyone has their own shrewdness.
After Lin Sanqi heated up the oil for the second time, he quickly added onion and garlic and stir-fried until fragrant, then poured in the cooked kale and bean sprouts, and then added some salt and chicken essence.
At this time, the fragrance in the yard became stronger.
Hou Daya looked at Lin Sanqi like a fool: "You only used so much oil for frying two vegetables. Did the Lin family steal the oil?"
(End of chapter)