Food: Random stalls, customers chase me all over the country

Chapter 25-Making dumplings starts with oil residue

Wang Fan discovered that one of the benefits of doing food business is that he can make and sell buns with whatever fillings he wants.

Wang Fan has eaten many kinds of buns, big and small, from the south and the north, with pork, beef, shrimp, and vegetarian options.

Not to mention the taste, there is only one thing that can make him drool just by its appearance - the oily skin and braised pork dumplings!

The xiaolongbao are small, about the size of a child's fist. The originally pure white wrapper has been partially stained with the bright brown color of the braised meat due to the excessive fat in the filling. Just by looking at this appearance, you know that one bite will definitely make your mouth full of oil...

Oh no, no, I can’t help drooling just thinking about it. Wang Fan subconsciously wiped the corners of his mouth.

It's already 8 o'clock in the evening.

"Ding, the system booted successfully, host, have a nice weekend."

"Hook system activated."

After sleeping for nearly two days in a row, Wang Fan was very alert at the moment. He huddled in the corner of his mind, carefully feeling every move of the system.

The system has now controlled Wang Fan's body to start making lard.

As the system prepared the buns, it explained to Wang Fan, "Adding lard to all-purpose flour is key to making the bun wrappers fluffy and soft. Even after cooling, the wrappers won't change much. Use 500 grams of lard for every 10 grams of flour."

In the primary pot, milky white lard floats on the water surface. As the water temperature rises, foam gradually appears.

Wang Fan's hand holding the spoon was as steady as a rock, and he scooped out all the impurities and foam in the pot.

He stretched out his left hand, picked up a bottle of 22-year-old pure grain Bainiu Er, unscrewed the cap and poured some into the pot.

"White wine can remove some of the fishy smell of lard."

Wang Fan watched carefully and listened seriously. He swore that he had never listened so seriously in class.

The water in the pot began to boil, and the diced pork fat began to fly up and down with the boiling water.

Wang Fan picked up the colander and scooped out all the lard from the pot.

The blanched pork fat looks whiter, more tender and more juicy than before, and the fishy smell is also reduced a lot because of the addition of white wine.

Just pick up the iron pot and rinse it under the tap. It will become as good as new without even having to be brushed.

Wang Fan had seen oil refining when he was a child.

The aroma of oil refining in the neighbor's house always made him drool when he was a child.

The oil residue left over from oil refining is also one of his few snacks.

The system continued, "There are two types of oil refining: water refining and oil refining. Water refining is softer and whiter, while oil refining will turn slightly yellow but is easier to store. Since our food is very aesthetically pleasing, we choose water refining."

As the system spoke, it poured some boiling water into the pot.

Then pour the diced lard that had just been blanched into the pot again.

Several spices such as ginger slices, peppercorns, bay leaves, star anise, etc. are also added in small amounts.

The system highlighted the key points: "Host, please be careful with this step. Do not use too many spices. Firstly, they will affect the color, and secondly, the flavor will be too strong."

Wang Fan stared at his own work intently, like a contractor watching his handyman work, and nodded his head rapidly, like a chicken pecking at rice.

The fire on the stove was not very high, so he used a low fire to slowly refine it. The system also controlled Wang Fan's hands to stir the pot constantly.

At this time, the water in the pot has evaporated a lot, and the lard in the lard has begun to seep out continuously. The whole pot looks very greasy and beautiful, and the aroma of stewed pork begins to float in the house.

The system picked up the white vinegar, poured it into the iron spoon, and then sprinkled it into the pot along the edge of the pot.

"White vinegar can slightly suppress the greasy smell of lard, allowing the aroma of lard to be more fully brought out." Wang Fan felt that the system at this moment was like a mentor who was always patient and instructive. Under his guidance, his level was improving rapidly.

If his teacher had taught him this way, he would have really been able to make the choice of whether to go to Tsinghua University or Beihua University as he did when he was a child.

As time went by, there was more and more lard in the pot, and the originally pure white pork fat cubes gradually began to turn a layer of gold.

I scooped up a spoonful of lard with a spoon, and it was as clear as Wahaha purified water.

The pork fat cubes in the pot have now turned completely golden yellow. Use a colander to scoop out the oil residue and put it in a large bowl. The remaining oil is the pork fat to be used later.

Wang Fan's eyes were fixed on the basin of oil residue, and his mouth began to drool crazily.

Sprinkle a handful of fine salt on the freshly cooked oil residue and it becomes the best snack, the kind that will make the kids next door cry with envy.

"Dong dong dong..."

Just then, there was a slight knock on the door.

Wang Fan was stunned at first, and then he instantly regained control of his body.

Putting on his military coat, Wang Fan went out and shouted, "Who is it?" before walking towards the gate.

"Brother Wang, it's me, it's me, I'm Dazhuang."

Dazhuang is the son of Wang Fan’s landlord. He is just twelve years old this year. Wang Fan doesn’t know why he came to see him so late.

When Wang Fan opened the door, he saw a little fat man about 1.3 meters tall looking at him with a flattering expression.

Wang Fan smiled and greeted, "Da Zhuang, what do you want from me?"

Da Zhuang chuckled and said, "Brother Wang, what are you doing in the room?"

As soon as he heard what he said, Wang Fan understood why Da Zhuang came.

I guess the aroma was transmitted to the neighboring landlord's house when the system was frying just now.

Twelve or thirteen years old is the age when people are greedy. The system is so successful in frying, it’s no wonder that the little fat boy can’t stand it.

Dazhuang is a very polite child. Wang Fan likes him very much. Besides, there is no need to hide even a little fried food.

"I just made some oil residue, and you came right after it came out of the pot. You have a really good nose."

Da Zhuang puffed out his chest and said proudly, "Of course, my nose is sharper than a dog's!"

Then he said with a smile on his face: "Brother Wang, I have some apples here. Can I exchange them with you for some oil residue?"

Wang Fan laughed dumbly: "I'll just give you some. It's just oil residue. Why do you have to exchange it for something?"

Da Zhuang shook his head and said seriously, "That won't do. Mom always taught me not to take other people's things for free. If you don't want these apples, I don't want your oil residue either."

Wang Fan smiled and rubbed Da Zhuang's round head vigorously: "Okay, okay, wait for me, I'll go and decorate it for you."

Da Zhuang jumped up happily and put the plastic bag of apples into Wang Fan's arms: "Brother Wang, just take some. I'm the only one in my family who likes to eat this. My mom thinks it's too greasy, and my dad wants to lose weight."

Wang Fan smiled, asked Dazhuang to wait in the yard for a while, and went into the house.

It’s not that Wang Fan didn’t let Dazhuang into the house, but there were so many ingredients piled up in his house that there was really no place to stay.

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