The champion is my son

Chapter 31 Fried Ghost

After Li Yue came back, he rolled up his bedding, packed his belongings, and was sent away.

Yunji ran after them for a long time alone.

He and his neighbor Li Yue grew up playing together, and when they parted, they were very reluctant.Originally, Yunji could follow Li Qing to visit him in the city, but something happened later, and the two children were separated for more than ten years.

When I saw Li Yue again, the Jiang family was in a different situation.

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The next day, Li Qing really started to teach Yun and Tai Chi.Children are often not very stable. After Li Qing explained the basic principles of Tai Chi to him, he formulated a systematic practice plan for him.As for the origin of Tai Chi, Li Qing kept silent, and repeatedly asked Yun Ji not to spread it to outsiders.

Learning Tai Chi is not easy.

After all, Li Qing's body is not his original body. Fortunately, the original owner often does things, jumping and jumping, and his overall physical fitness and flexibility barely pass the test.Coupled with the later exercise, it should be no problem to pick up Tai Chi again.And she has a blessing buff on her body-infinite strength.

Li Qing had researched this skill in the middle of the night, and it was a skill that could only be triggered when passive and active happened at the same time.So on weekdays, she looks no different from ordinary people.

After breakfast, Yunji went to Shangcun to study.Li Qing packed some plums for him, the plums were grown in his backyard, and he could share them with his wife and classmates.

"Ah Qing, our mother and I have to find a way to make money. Yunji has gone to school in the village, and our expenses will only increase. I'm afraid this will continue..."

Jiang was worried.

Since Yun Ji was abducted last time, Jiang Shi watched him more and more closely, even whenever Yun Ji was out of her sight, she had to scream twice.

Li Qing asked Jiang: "Mother, will the moss seeds be harvested in a few days?"

"Yes, we don't have much land, and we have planted mulberry trees, so we don't plant moss. The weather is good these days, and other families are harvesting cloud moss." To attract bees, she was stung when she was a child, leaving a psychological shadow.

But what does making money have to do with moss vegetable oil? Why are you talking about this?
There is an oil-pressing workshop in the village, which specializes in oil-pressing. It belongs to the oil-pressing workshop of the Sun clan, and Uncle Sun Wu is in charge.

The oil he eats on weekdays is from him.Many farmers harvested rapeseed and sent it to him for oil extraction.A small labor fee is charged in the workshop, and rapeseed oil is also charged.

People who don't grow cloud moss want to eat vegetable oil, so they go to the workshop to get oil.

"Mom, how much oil do we have?"

Li Qing was about to come up with the oily idea.Every time I cook, I have to put vegetable oil in, but I don’t put much, it’s enough to let the vegetables turn, so the food lacks a little bit of oil.

As for lard, I have an earthen jar at home, which contains about half a jar of oil. I rarely touch it except for eating noodles.

"There's another pot, why?"

"How much is a catty of oil now?" Li Qing asked again.

As for oil, Li Qing must make a clear calculation first, lest Jiang Shi refuse to do so.Li Qing guessed that the oil should not be cheap.

"140 Wen a catty, more expensive than salt, which only sells for 70 Wen a catty."

Is it expensive?Li Qing didn't react for a long time...

After thinking about it carefully, it is indeed expensive.

That is, one tael of silver can only buy less than eight catties of oil.So Li Qing thought about it again, oil is so expensive, can Jiang agree to that fried dough stick? In case they beat me up, cough cough cough.

"Mom, I thought of a way to make money, I just need a little oil, but I have a guarantee that it can make money, and no one can imitate it for the time being." Li Qing covered his mouth.

She has carefully observed several markets, but she has never seen a snack like fried dough sticks.She had never seen the night market she teleported to that night, so she concluded that fried dough sticks had never appeared before, maybe because there was no such condition for the time being.

Jiang's eyes seemed to be shining: "What method?"

"You won't know until you taste it." Li Qing pretended to be mysterious.

She said that she has never fried deep-fried dough sticks at all, but she was lucky enough to know how to make deep-fried dough sticks after participating in the process of making fried dough sticks by others.To put it bluntly, he was a bystander.

Now she wants to experiment.

Li Qing found out the bigger soup bowls at home, there were three in total.

Then, under Jiang's painful gaze, he took out wheat flour and old yeast from the cabinet.

After fiddling for a while, Li Qing patted the powder on his hands and said, "Okay, wait for it to ferment, and it should be ready in the evening."

"Ah Qing, this... can it work?"

Jiang couldn't believe it. Is this a steamed cake? Or a steamed bun? This thing has already been rotten on the street, okay?Can't make any money at all.

"It depends on the night." Li Qing said with a smile, "Mother, if I fail, I will eat these three bowls raw."

In the afternoon, Yun Ji came home from school.

"Mother," Yun Ji called as soon as he entered the door.

Mrs. Jiang went to see the rice seedlings in the field. Li Qing was alone at home. She poured oil into the pan and was ready to fry fried dough sticks.

While pulling the noodles, Li Qing said to Yunji, "Xiaobai, how is today?"

"Very good, what are you doing, mother?" Yun Ji carefully placed the book on the shelf, and then ran to the kitchen.

"Mother is making delicious food for Xiaobai." Li Qing said with a smile.

"Xiaobai is here to light the fire." Yun Ji sat down on the wooden pier behind the stove, and picked up the firewood on the side to add to the stove.

Li Qing nodded with a smile, then cut the noodles in the first pottery bowl into strips, put the two pieces together, pressed them with chopsticks, and then put them into the pot.As soon as the oil is simmered, the noodles immediately swell like flowers.

“It smells so good!”

Yun Ji stared straight at the pot.

"Xiaobai stand aside, be careful of oil explosion." Li Qing himself has been fooled by this before.

"Mother, what's the name of this one? Why haven't I seen it before?"

"This one is called fried ghost..."

The scent of the oil met the swelling flour, and instantly expanded ten times, floating far away.

It was also thanks to the fact that there were only the Wang family around the Jiang family, otherwise it would have caused a sensation.

Who dares to waste vegetable oil like this these days?
Soon, the first fritters will be made.Li Qing picked it out, set it aside, and started frying the rest.

Each bowl is opened separately, why not put them together? It is because the amount of old yeast and alkali in each bowl flour is different.Fried dough sticks, if you put too much yeast, it will swell badly, if there is too much alkali, it will be unpalatable, and if it is too little, it will be tasteless.

When Li Qing saw Yun Ji, his eyes almost turned green.It is also hard for him to endure for so long.Li Qing told him that this was the first time he made it, and he didn't know how it tasted, so he would try it again after everything was finished.

Yun and Xiaowazi naturally listened to his mother, in order not to drool, they went to the house and drank a few large bowls of water to relieve their cravings.

Under Yunji's watchful eyes, Li Qing broke off a small piece and tasted it, and found the taste to be pretty good, but it was thicker and not crispy at all.

(End of this chapter)