bullyxtreme Chapter 10: QQ Bouncy Pudding is the best!
Chapter 10: QQ Bouncy Pudding is the best!
Before they could react, Little Sizi stretched out a chubby finger and pointed seriously at the skylight with a big hole in the roof of the woodshed.
"There was an old man with a white beard! Wearing white clothes! Just now... whoosh! He flew out!" Little Sizi's eyes widened, his expression extremely exaggerated. "He was also carrying a big jar, it smelled so good! He said he was going to heaven to cook for the Jade Emperor!"
The eunuchs looked in the direction she pointed.
The skylight was dilapidated, but outside the sky was a clear blue, and a few sparrows fluttered their wings and flew by.
"Fly...flew away?" The head eunuch was a little confused.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Little Sizi crawled out from behind the woodpile, dusted off her skirt, and nodded seriously. "That old man can even glow! He must be a fairy! You guys hurry and chase after him, or the fairy will disappear!"
The eunuchs looked at each other in bewilderment.
Although the imperial palace is heavily guarded, it is not without its share of legends and tales of gods and the supernatural. Isn't His Majesty looking for a master? A master who can fly... that seems quite plausible, doesn't it?
In addition, although the fabric of this little girl's clothes was stained, it looked like excellent Shu brocade. Who knows, she might be a little noblewoman who ran away from the palace. At this time, children speak without thinking, so maybe it's true?
"Chase!"
The head eunuch made a decisive decision, waving his hand, "Chase them up to the sky... no, towards the rooftops! Even if they are gods, we must bring them back for His Majesty!"
A whole group of people vanished in an instant, like the receding tide.
The woodshed fell silent again.
Su Mu threw down his wood-chopping knife and let out a long sigh. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, which only made the ash on his face spread even more evenly.
"Okay."
Su Mu walked a few steps to the woodpile, picked up the little pink dumpling with one hand, and said, "At such a young age, you've already learned to lie and deceive people instead of learning good manners?"
The little ox was being held in mid-air, its two short legs still dangling, but its face was full of smugness, as if it wanted praise.
"I didn't lie!"
She muttered confidently, "The food my husband makes is so good, he must be a god! Of course gods can fly! And..."
She stole a glance at Su Mu, fiddling with her fingers, and said, "Besides, those bad guys are really fierce. If they kidnap Guoguo, who will cook for Xizi in the future?"
Su Mu's heart softened.
This girl looks a bit silly, but she's actually quite protective of her own when it matters.
He placed the little girl on the wooden stump and used the clean lining of his sleeve to wipe the dust off her face.
"You've got a conscience, at least. Looks like I didn't spoil you for nothing."
"Is there a reward?"
Little Si immediately seized the opportunity, its two big eyes sparkling, "Yesterday's black dumplings are all gone, today we want seven new ones!"
Su Mu couldn't help but laugh when he saw her greedy look.
"Wait."
With the crisis resolved, it's time to reward this little hero.
There weren't many ingredients available, so making something complicated was out of the question. Su Mu's gaze swept over the basket of eggs in the corner and the half-empty jar of goat milk left over from yesterday.
Egg pudding.
This is simple; no oven is needed. As long as the heat is just right, the steamed result will taste amazing.
Crack three eggs into a bowl, keeping only the yolks.
Su Mu deftly separated the egg whites with his fingers, then slid the golden, round yolks into the porcelain bowl. He gently stirred the mixture with chopsticks, being careful not to over-whip it to avoid creating bubbles that would affect the texture.
The caramel that had been made last night was still unused, so Su Mu spread a layer of brown syrup at the bottom of each small porcelain bowl.
Warm goat milk with sugar, then slowly pour it into the egg mixture while stirring.
Sieve.
This step is crucial; you must filter out any unmixed egg strands so that the steamed pudding will be as smooth and tender as tofu.
The filtered egg and milk mixture has a pale yellow color and is as smooth as silk.
Su Mu poured them into a small bowl lined with caramel, sealed it with a layer of oil paper, and tied it tightly with hemp rope.
"Is this for steamed eggs?" Little Sizi peered into the stove on tiptoe, her little nose twitching. "Steamed eggs are no good, they have no flavor."
"That was done by someone else."
Su Mu put the bowl into the steamer, put the lid on, and said, "I made this, it's called pudding."
Bring the water to a boil over high heat, then reduce to a simmer and steam slowly.
You have to keep an eye on the heat.
If the heat is too high, it will have honeycomb-like holes and become overcooked; if the heat is too low, it will not take shape and will become runny.
About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
Su Mu lifted the lid of the pot.
As the heat dissipated, a rich aroma of milk mixed with the scent of eggs wafted over. The fragrance was pure, without any unnecessary seasonings; it was the food's most primal allure.
Remove the porcelain bowl and let it cool.
Su Mu took a small knife and gently traced a circle along the inside of the bowl. Then he found a plate, placed it over the rim of the bowl, and deftly flipped his wrist.
"Clatter!"
A small, trembling, golden-yellow round platform landed in the center of the plate.
The caramel on top melted into an enticing amber sauce, slowly flowing down the pale yellow egg and pooling into a sweet lake at the bottom of the plate.
The pudding swayed back and forth as the plate shook, its bouncy texture making it seem almost alive.
"Wow--!"
Little Sizi stared, a thin, glistening thread instantly appearing at the corner of her mouth. She reached out her finger to poke it, but was afraid of hurting it.
"What kind of magical magic is this?" she exclaimed. "How did the egg become so... so twisted?"
"Eat up." Su Mu handed her a small wooden spoon.
Little Sizi couldn't wait any longer and scooped out a big spoonful and put it in her mouth.
At that moment, there was no need to bite with your teeth at all.
The pudding melts on the tip of the tongue with just a gentle touch.
The rich aroma of milk and eggs instantly fills the entire mouth, followed by the slightly bitter sweetness of the caramel at the bottom. This rich layering is simply amazing!
It's cool, smooth, and tender.
It slid down the throat, leaving a lingering sweet taste that was unforgettable.
"Ugh!!!"
Little Sizi suddenly covered her cheek, her eyes narrowed into slits, and her whole body went limp.
"It melted...it melted in my mouth!"
She waved her little spoon excitedly, her speech becoming even more lisping, "It's so good I want to cry! It's even smoother than my sister's pastry! And more tender than meat!"
Seeing the little girl's blissful expression, Su Mu leaned against the stove, picked up a piece of firewood, and twirled it in his hand.
Life in the Tang Dynasty, though chopping wood was tiring, the feeling of feeding the animals... was really not bad.
only……
Su Mu glanced at the dilapidated skylight.
Li Shimin will certainly not give up now that he has failed to find the person.
This "blind spot" act might work once, but it won't be so easy to fool them next time. We need to find a way to completely discourage these people from searching this dilapidated woodshed.
Just then, a melodious bell rang out from outside.
That was the signal that lunch was over.
Little Sizi licked the plate clean, not even leaving a single drop of caramel sauce. She let out a satisfied burp and reluctantly jumped off the wooden stump.
"Brother, I'm going home now." She patted her chubby little belly and looked at Su Mu earnestly. "Will there be any more of these gashapon toys tomorrow?"
Su Mu reached out and pinched her chubby cheeks; they felt wonderful.
"Depending on my mood, hurry back home and don't let your dad find out."
Little Si chuckled, ran to the door with his short legs, then suddenly turned around and made a face at Su Mu.
"Goodbye, my amazing husband! Xi Zi is the most tight-lipped!"
After saying that, he disappeared in a flash.
Su Mu shook his head, looked at the empty plate, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
immortal?
Ah, in this Tang Dynasty where only steamed mutton exists, holding the culinary heritage of five thousand years of Chinese culture in my hands, I am a god!