Xiaotuanzi saw his grandmother pouring a lot of "lard" into the pot, and asked curiously: "Grandma, is this lard the better if you pour more of it?"
Mrs. Shu smiled and said: "Of course, the more oil, the more fragrant it will be."
The old woman silently memorized this sentence: The more lard, the more fragrant it will be.
It sounds reasonable, but it's too wasteful. How much money does so much lard cost? It makes my heartache to think about it.
After the "lard" was added, they started stirring again for a long time until noon. The coconut water in the pot was almost dry, and Mrs. Shu finally let them go.
"The coconut oil has boiled out. Cover it and let it dry. Once the oil is no longer hot, just fill it into a bottle. Now let's start making coconut paste."
The three men showed fear on their faces, "No, are you coming again? We really can't stand it any longer. If we mess with it for a little longer, our arms will be broken."
The old woman nodded in agreement, and after another afternoon of tossing, she would probably crawl back.
"But Yan Bao wants to eat glutinous rice rolls with coconut paste tonight, and there is no ready-made coconut paste at home. What should we do?" Mrs. Shu pretended to be difficult, "How about this, you go back to the house and rest, and I will make some for Yan Bao to eat."
Again?!
The old woman sighed depressedly, rubbed her eyes, and moved her arms and legs, trying to change into a more comfortable position. Unexpectedly, her foot slipped and she fell down.
Fortunately, she fell to the outside of the courtyard wall, otherwise Mrs. Shu suspected that she might have laughed out loud on the spot, directly leading to the morning scene being in vain.
By the time the old woman climbed up the courtyard wall again, dragging her old arms and legs, Old Mrs. Shu had already reached the stage of kneading the dough.
"The most important part of making coconut paste is kneading the dough. Coconut water must be poured into it in small amounts and many times, so that the dough will not be too wet and can be easily kneaded."
Mrs. Shu symbolically bent over the table and fiddled with it a few times, then spread the dough on the table and rolled it out hard with a rolling pin.
Yan Yan followed and tried harder, "Hey, hey, hey... Grandma, the dough is already very thin, so there's no need to press it."
Mrs. Shu checked it and shook her head, "No, we have to continue. The thinner you make this thing, the more delicious it will be."
The grandfather and grandson leaned on the table and pressed it for a long time, then took out a knife and slashed the rolled out dough.
One knife to the left, one to the right, one to the top, one to the next, the two arms never stopped.
The old woman frowned when she saw it. What are you doing? Dance?
After a while, Xiaotuanzi spoke again: "Grandma, the dough has been chopped into fine pieces and can be put into the pot for frying."
"Let me cut a few more times so that the frying time will be shorter." Mrs. Shu speeded up and made a few cuts, and finally threw the cut dough scraps into the pot and started frying.
After a quarter of an hour, the special flour paste is ready.
The little dumpling took a bite out of curiosity. Well, it was quite crispy. It would be better to add some sugar when kneading the dough.
After getting the "secret recipe" for making coconut oil and coconut paste, the old woman immediately climbed down the wall and limped to the county seat.
Her legs and feet were not good because of her age, so she had to run for two hours until it was completely dark before she reached the county seat.
However, the city gate was closed at this time, so she had no choice but to spend one night in the grass outside the city.
Unexpectedly, it suddenly started raining that night, and the big raindrops hit people on the head, making the old woman stunned.
It hasn’t rained in a month or two, but it started raining today. Why are you so good at choosing the right time?
The old woman scolded her while looking for a place to hide from the rain, and finally spent the night huddled in front of the tower.
The rain stopped the next day, and the old woman who had been wearing wet clothes and the cold wind all night also fell ill. She sneezed one after another, shrank, and always felt cold.
Even so, she still steeled herself and went into the city. According to Bai Shitong's instructions, she found a beggar and reported her home.
When Bai Shitong received the news and came over, the old woman was already too cold to stand, and was huddled in the beggar's den, shivering.
"Auntie, what's wrong with you? It's not cold, why are you shaking?"
Bai Shitong stepped forward and checked the temperature of her forehead, and was instantly startled, "Oh, why is your head so hot? Go find a doctor quickly, don't burn out your brain again."
"If you don't go to the doctor, you don't have to spend money to see the doctor?" The old woman shook her head stubbornly, "I already know how to make the coconut oil and coconut mash you mentioned. Give me the money and I will tell you how to make it."
When money was mentioned, Bai Shitong immediately changed his face, "What if I give you the money and you don't tell me? You tell me first, and then you give me the money."
The old woman forced herself to sit up, licked her chapped lips and said, "I've been blowing in the wind all night and I'm so thirsty. Please get me some hot water."
"Why do you have so many things to do?" Bai Shitong complained dissatisfiedly, but the prescription was in someone else's hands, so he could only go to a nearby shop to beg for a bowl of water.
The water is cold, but it can quench your thirst.
The old woman drank a large bowl of water and slowly recounted what she saw and heard yesterday. At the end, she did not forget to emphasize: "I have suffered a lot in order to earn these two square meters. You have to give me more money."
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Bai Shitong took out two coins and threw them in front of her, interpreting the four words "burning bridges across the river" vividly, "I only have so much money on me, do you want love?"
Then he picked up his broken bowl and walked away.
The old woman was so angry that she picked up the coin and wanted to catch up with him and beat him up. However, her body was weak and she couldn't even get up. She could only lie there and howl.
"You damn god, give me back my money! Give me back my money quickly! Is it easy for me to do it for this little copper? Oh oh oh..."
When Bai Shitong heard her howling, he ran faster. Just kidding, the few copper coins were not enough. He treated the brothers to two steamed buns and gave them to the old woman. They drank the northwest wind, right?
Bai Shitong rushed to Baiweilou without stopping, told Zhou Shengcai the two recipes, and finally asked Zhou Shengcai for the reward with a smile.
Zhou Shengcai was so stingy that he was not willing to give away money. He dismissed him with a few words, and then excitedly called the cook to try out the recipe he gave him.
The uncle who led Shu Mingzhi to Baiweilou was a sensible person, but he felt something was wrong as soon as he heard it, "How can lard be poured into coconut water? Can oil and water melt together?"
Also, the desiccated coconut is clearly not made from flour, and flour can’t produce that texture at all.”
Unfortunately, his words only earned Zhou Shengcai a blank look.
"Can you call something a secret recipe if you can think of it? A secret recipe is something that ordinary people can't think of or dare to think of. If you are asked to try it, just try it. Don't talk nonsense to me!"
The uncle sighed helplessly, "Okay, I'll try."
A group of people found a dozen old coconuts according to the "secret recipe", opened the shells and poured water into a pot to cook them. When most of the coconut water was reduced, they directly poured lard into them.
In order to make the coconut oil more fragrant, Zhou Shengcai asked his uncle to pour a large can of lard.
As the uncle expected, the lard melted and floated on the top of the coconut water without sinking at all.
Zhou Shengcai didn't care about anything, he just kept shouting: "Keep cooking, keep stirring, just keep burning for a while."