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

Chapter 50-Making Crystal Shrimp Dumplings

Of course there is a snack with shrimp as the main ingredient, and it is very famous, that is crystal shrimp dumplings.

Its two greatest features are its crystal clear skin and delicious taste.

He had noticed while selling buns these past few days that many people in the community were from the south, who liked to eat more seafood. This was a way for him to cater to their tastes while also changing his own taste.

After buying the shrimps, I walked to the vegetable stall and bought some fresh water chestnuts and bamboo shoots, which are the fillings for making crystal shrimp dumplings.

Today he doesn't plan to make three kinds of fillings. He plans to make pork with pickled mustard greens as another filling.

After buying the things, I went home and started tinkering with them.

Wang Fan picked up a large prawn and cut its head with scissors again. Then he pulled it gently, and the shrimp thread and shrimp head were all cleaned. He then removed the shrimp thread and threw it into the trash can, and put the shrimp head in a basin beside for later use. Anyway, the shrimps should not be wasted, and he could use it to cook some shrimp porridge to sell.

It is a hassle to remove the heads, skins and shrimp threads of 10 kilograms of large prawns. Most people would easily give up on it, but Wang Fan has gotten used to it and is not at all impatient when doing it.

After cleaning the shrimps, Wang Fan took out the large porcelain basin passed down from his ancestors.

Wang Fan squeezed the shrimp meat hard to squeeze out the water, then let out a "Hey Yo" and threw the shrimp meat into the large porcelain basin.

Then gather the deformed shrimp meat together, pinch it and continue making “Hey Yo”.

"Hey yo" "Hey yo" "Hey yo"

This was somewhat a way for him to have fun in the midst of suffering. With the sound of "Hey Yo", the shrimp meat gradually turned into a large lump of shrimp paste with a layer of gelatin on it.

At this time, Wang Fan took out the chopped fat paste and put it into the shrimp paste, and then put in the diced green bamboo shoots and water chestnuts.

Wang Fan only added three seasonings: a little salt to enhance the flavor, a little sugar to enhance the freshness, and a little pepper to remove the fishy smell.

He felt as if his hand had turned into a scale. He would pinch a handful of fine salt from the salt shaker and sprinkle it into the minced meat, and he would always magically stop when a certain amount was reached.

Salt is the basic flavor of all food. If a chef can master the use of salt, then this chef is worthy of being called a master chef.

After adding the seasonings, Wang Fan continued to beat and stir, and finally successfully condensed the ingredients into a big ball.

The flour used for crystal shrimp dumplings is different from that for ordinary buns, and Wang Fan has already bought it.

After pouring wheat starch and potato starch into a bowl in a ratio of one to one, adding some salt and stirring evenly, Wang Fan waited quietly.

"Gurgling, gurgling, gurgling..."

There was a sound of boiling water, and Wang Fan reached out and brought the kettle over.

Then he held the chopsticks in one hand and the kettle in the other and poured the boiling water into the basin.

When the noodles in the basin were all filled with water, Wang Fan scooped out a large spoonful of lard and put it on the chopping board.

The noodles boiled in boiling water were still a little hot at the moment, but Wang Fan found that as his chef level improved, his ruthless iron hands seemed to become more and more ruthless, and the temperature they could withstand became higher and higher.

After putting the dough on the chopping board, Wang Fan started playing the board stacking game.

The words on the recipe kept flashing in his mind, and Wang Fan's hands became more and more steady.

One layer is pressed on top of another, one layer covers another, and finally these loose pieces of hot dough are pressed into balls.

Wang Fan took out a ball of hot dough and rolled it into long strips. He then used a kitchen knife to quickly cut the long strips into pieces of uniform size. He closed his eyes again.

There seems to be a figure in white clothes in my mind, skillfully making crystal shrimp dumplings.

I saw him slap a dough on the chopping board with his right hand, and the small dough turned into a dough piece. Then he placed a thick kitchen knife flat on the dough piece and turned it clockwise and then counterclockwise.

Lift up the knife and a thin piece of crystal shrimp dumpling skin appears on the chopping board.

With a pick of the knife, the shrimp dumpling skin fell obediently to the side of the chopping board.

Opening his eyes, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and Wang Fan completed the movements of patting the dough and turning the kitchen knife clockwise and counterclockwise as if copying.

Wang Fan raised his kitchen knife with some anticipation. A twisted, broken, and missing shrimp dumpling wrapper lay quietly beneath the knife.

"Ah this..."

Wang Fan felt a little embarrassed, as if his confident attack to pierce the sky had missed.

Thinking carefully about the operation just now, it seems that I didn’t control the strength well?
Again!
It’s better this time, it just looks a bit like a pig’s head.

Again!
This time it was much better, except that the dough was stuck to the chopping board and I couldn't get it off.

Again, again, again...

Wang Fan refused to believe in evil and tried again and again until the 85th move when he finally got the shape he wanted.

Looking at the shrimp dumpling wrapper that was as thin as a cicada's wing, round and flat, Wang Fan finally showed his long-lost aunt's smile.

It finally worked!

One, two, three...

After making perfect shrimp dumpling wrappers once, Wang Fan's muscles seemed to have formed muscle memory.

The strength, angle and timing are all just right.

Soon, the big lump of noodles turned into round shrimp dumpling skins.

Take out a spoon and dig into the filling, then spread it on the shrimp dumpling skin in your right hand.

The slender fingers rotated gracefully like playing the piano, and a shrimp dumpling was made.

Although it is also steamed, since it is called shrimp dumplings, it is naturally shaped like dumplings when it is pinched.

Soon, the shrimp dumpling skins turned into shrimp dumplings in Wang Fan's hands, and were neatly placed on the steamer waiting for transformation.

……

At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Fan finished steaming the buns again.

800 crystal shrimp dumplings and 800 preserved vegetable and pork buns are the limit of what he can do.

This is indeed because he has the potential to be a master of time management. If an ordinary person can do half of this much work, he would be considered a master of a master.

Just as Wang Fan got into the car and drove out, Officer Zhong was also about to go out with an unconcealable smile on his face.

The armed police officer looked at him suspiciously and said, "Why are you so happy about going on a field mission?"

"Ah? Do I have one?"

Officer Zhong touched his face in confusion.

"Not yet? The corners of your mouth are harder to suppress than an 88 sniper rifle."

"Ahem..." Officer Zhong coughed a few times to hide his embarrassment: "I just spent a day at the police station and wanted to go out for a walk."

After saying that, he ran away.

The armed police officer curled his lips in disdain. This coward still wants to deceive him?

My eyes are as sharp as a eagle. I know what kind of shit he will do just by looking at his butt.

Either he can see Bai Yueguang when he goes out, or there is something he wants to do, and this thing must be related to Bai Yueguang!
"Stinky boy!"

The armed police officer chuckled and stopped paying attention, lowering his head to continue reading the file.

Officer Zhong left the police station, jumped into the police car, and drove off with his foot on the accelerator.

(End of this chapter)