The slow and rhythmic curfew drum beat, like a muffled thunder rolling from the horizon, and the big drum was beaten simultaneously on the drum tower of the West Market Department, announcing that the market would be closed today.
The scholars and minor officials who are still staying in the West Market should consider their place of residence. There are brothels in the West Market, but they are full of barbarian women. Their size and beauty are not as good as those in Pingkangfang. Most of them are for entertainment.
Hu Ke. Some wine shops in the Western Market are open all night long. As long as the customer requests it, the owner can order Hu Ji to take turns to accompany the wine and dance all night long, but the doors and windows must be closed, so as not to disturb others.
In addition, the entire West Market fell into a dead silence. As bustling and noisy during the day, it was deserted and lonely at night.
The Jinwu Guards and Wuhou began to drink and have fun in the wine shops. The only ones who could not be restrained by the curfew were them. As long as they had the Jinwu Guards' figures, they could enter and leave every city in Chang'an City.
Wuhoupu in the West Market no longer cares about the city's affairs at night. They only patrol around the walls of the square and only catch those who want to go in and those who want to come out. This situation is called night crime.
Li Siye gathered more than a hundred people at the Free Life Pond. Each person held a torch in their hand, and the shadows were very spectacular. If Jin Wuwei saw it, it would be a gathering of people to cause trouble.
Michagan and Jiang Tongbao worked together to push open the door of the warehouse, but only a gap wide for one person was opened. In the gap, the crowd saw Li Siye laying out his belongings, and the clay stove was dancing with yellow flames, greasy.
The black spatula was placed on the stove, and the aroma of green onion pancakes was already hitting my face.
Shali stood opposite the door, holding a basket in his hand and shouted: "Li Langjun risked his life to save the cake recipe, not just to make money. In order to thank you for joining the Xionghuo Gang in the West Market today, Li Langjun
The franchise fee has been reduced to 400 yuan, I hope everyone can pay it enthusiastically."
The vendors were well prepared. They took out the money from their arms and lined up in a long queue to go to the warehouse. Every time Sha Li collected a piece of money, he let one person in. When all the hundreds of people went in, the bamboo basket in his hand
It was so piled up that I couldn't even lift it with my hands.
The crowd held torches and surrounded Li Siye's stall in a semicircle. He looked around at the crowd solemnly, clapped his hands, and stretched out his hand to tie the linen apron around his waist, giving him a sense of familiarity as if he were a master on stage.
"Brothers, before making cakes, I have a suggestion. In order to unite everyone, we should also have an organization. Others call it the Chamber of Commerce and the So-and-so Gang. We can call it the West Market Food Association. Do you think it's good?
good?"
"Okay," everyone's response was not as exciting as in the morning.
This is foreseeable. They gathered here today just for the benefit of green onion pancakes. Once you learn the skill, who will control your food association?
Li Siye didn't care. He would throw a bigger bomb later. It was like a fishing game with hooks and bait.
"Please watch carefully, I will only do it once and explain it once. 60% flour, 40% water, knead into a soft dough, cover with wet linen cloth and let it rise for one stick of incense."
He grabbed the dough from the basin and threw it on the chopping board. He used a rolling pin to apply mutton oil and rolled it out to prevent it from sticking. He brushed the dough with oil, pinched chopped green onions from the jar and sprinkled it on top, and sprinkled it with prepared peppercorns and salt.
"Both wild onions and scallions can be used. Sichuan peppercorns need to be roasted and browned, and then ground into powder together with crushed salt."
The dough was rolled into a roll. Li Siye cut it into several equal sections with a kitchen knife, twisted one section into a twist, and then rolled it into a thin pancake.
The griddle was heated by the fire, and green smoke rose from it. Li Siye took a brush and applied mutton oil on it, and lifted the rolled-out cake onto the griddle with a bamboo stick. It immediately made a sizzling sound, and the aroma of the pancake began.
Scattered everywhere.
"It's so simple." There were whispers in the crowd, and some people felt that their four hundred yuan was wasted.
"This recipe is so damn good. As long as I buy more and eat it more times, I can deduce that this cake is made this way."
A few smart people felt like they had been cheated, but the money had been sent out and the skills had been learned, so they had no choice but to hold back the unpleasant feeling and prepare to leave the warehouse.
"Everyone," Li Siye suddenly let go of his voice and said loudly: "In addition to teaching you how to make pancakes, I also have some small gifts that I want to give everyone to try for free."
When everyone heard this, they all turned around. Since it is a free thing, if you don't try it, it's not in vain.
Li Siye took out a disc from under the table, which was covered with white linen. This secretive behavior aroused everyone's curiosity, and they looked at each other to explore and guess what was inside.
His eyes flashed with a cunning light, and he observed the expressions on people's faces through the slits of his eyes, and then he lifted up the linen covering it and put it aside.
What was exposed to the light of the night fire and everyone's eyelids was a very thin pancake, but this pancake was different from the pancakes they had seen before. It was as white as gelatin, crystal clear, and reflected a faint luster.
People wearing futou pushed each other and stood on tiptoes, with their mouths wide open, and they all guessed what it was.
Li Siye was very proud of their reaction. The highlight of his life was here. He glanced at everyone with a smile, then gently lifted off a layer of the pancake, holding it in his hand and shaking it gently. It was like white jade.
The texture of the pancake ripples, and people can see the torches on the opposite wall through it.
"So thin? So transparent?"
"What is this cake called?" someone asked loudly.
"Is this locust leaf cold food?"
"Fart, the Sophora japonica Lengtao leaves are green, and they are made of white jade, so they are naturally very different."
Li Siye answered everyone's questions: "This is cold skin. I will cut it out for everyone to try later."
He rolled up the cold skin on the chopping board, cut it into thin strips with a kitchen knife, then put it into a black porcelain bowl, poured in pepper water. He also peeled a clove of garlic in front of everyone and pounded it in a small coarse porcelain bowl.
Make minced garlic, add vinegar, mix into the cold skin, stir with chopsticks to combine.
The mixed aroma of garlic and vinegar immediately spreads out, and the crystal clear and ultra-thin cold skin rolls in the bowl, which has an extraordinary allure on this sultry summer night.
All the vendors stared at the bowl of cold skin with burning eyes. Some people wanted to get in first, but were stopped by the people next to them: "Don't try to grab it, wait in line!"
Li Siye held the bowl, and his voice was full of temptation: "The quantity is not large, each person can only taste one, so queue up one by one."
He extended the bowl to Jiang Tongbao, who was standing nearby to maintain order: "Jiang Tongbao, you taste it first, and pass it on after you taste it."
Jiang Tongbaohou hurriedly took the bowl, picked up one with a chopstick and swallowed it into his mouth. It felt cool and elastic, with a sour aroma. Before he tasted it carefully, it accidentally slipped into his throat. He felt a little lost, but still
Recalling this smell in my mind, the bowl has been taken away from my hands.
"Don't worry, come one at a time! You can only have a taste!"
A large black porcelain bowl was passed over the heads of the crowded and pushing people. Li Siye laughed out loud, picked up the kitchen knife and cut the remaining cold skin, prepared two more bowls, and handed them to everyone to compete for a taste.
Throwing three bowls of cold skin into a crowd of more than a hundred people is just a waste. Some people didn't taste it, and some people may have taken two more bites, but everyone's greed was not suppressed. This is Chi Guoguo's fault.
Hunger marketing!
"Li Langjun, what is Liangpi made of?"
Li Siye smiled and shook his head: "This is a business secret."
"I know!"
Li Siye suddenly looked up and his heart rate increased. Could it be that this thing already existed in the Tang Dynasty?