The wealthy man's wife is a sideline [rebirth]

Chapter 3 Wontons in Chicken Sauce and Fish Cakes with Fresh Vegetables

After Su Guoan contacted the Luo family, he received a reply and invited the Su family to a business dinner. At that time, Luo Yunshen would meet with Su Qiao before discussing other matters.

This means that in the name of the banquet, both parties will see if they agree.If you think it's inappropriate, you won't make a big fuss and be discussed by others.

The banquet is scheduled for the weekend, and there are several more days.

Su Qiao didn't take it too seriously. To him, the word Luo Yunshen was just a symbol, far less important than what he ate every day.

In the middle of the night, Mother Su got up to go to the bathroom, and habitually walked out of the room to see if her two sons had lifted the quilt in their sleep.

Gently pushed the door of Su Qiao's room open a crack, the light inside poured out and fell on the carpet in the corridor.

Su's mother was taken aback: Why are the lights still on, are you still asleep?Are you staying up late playing games?

She shook her head and leaned half her body in. She didn't see her youngest son wearing earphones swaying from side to side in a passionate racing car. She only saw a ball tangled with the quilt on the bed in the bedroom.

The quilt ball exposed slender limbs, as if a balloon had suddenly grown limbs.

Su Qiao was still frowning when she fell asleep, her eyelashes trembling, as if she was restless in her sleep.

Mother Su approached and stroked his hair affectionately, her hands were so wet that she couldn't help thinking: Are you sick?

But there is no fever.

Mother Su had no choice but to pull the quilt for her youngest son, stood by the bed and looked at him quietly for a while, finally turned off the light, said good dreams in her heart, and left the room.

In the darkness, Su Qiao didn't have a good dream, but was immersed in a nightmare.

He dreamed that he was still trapped in that little dark room.Later, in order to prevent him from escaping, Su Yu sealed the windows so that he couldn't even see the scenery outside.

No matter day or night, the room is dark.

He could only see the bright light coming in from outside the door when Su Yu came to mock him.Sometimes Su Qiao looked at the dark window and felt that she was no match for an insect.

All day long darkness and time without an anchor can wear down one's will the most.

Su Qiao was sweating, her eyelids trembled, and she curled up in pain in the dream.

There was cold sweat on his back, he struggled uncomfortably, and woke up suddenly.

When I opened my eyes, there was boundless darkness, and I couldn't see my fingers.For a moment, Su Qiao couldn't tell whether she was dreaming or really returned to two years ago.

He leaned against the head of the bed, kicked his legs weakly, tentatively reached out to touch the wall, found the switch, and pressed it hard.

With a "click", the light turned on.

In an instant, he saw everything in front of him clearly, and this was still his room.

Su Qiao stared blankly at the ceiling light for several minutes, until her eyes were sour and she was about to shed tears, then she stretched out her hand to block the dazzling light.But he was still reluctant, spread his five fingers, let the light fall from between the fingers, and still looked at it like that.

This ordinary, unremarkable light was a singular luxury in those days when he was locked up.

For Sujo now, the darkness is unbearable.Whenever there was darkness in front of his eyes, he felt that he had returned to that narrow place, and he tried to open his eyes but still couldn't see anything. There was a kind of suffocating depression.

He turned over and looked at the time, it was only two o'clock in the morning.

This time is suitable for a sound sleep, but Su Qiao didn't feel sleepy after waking up. He was a little afraid to close his eyes, so he lay on the bed and played with his mobile phone absent-mindedly.

Not long after, Su Qiao's stomach suddenly grunted.

Su Qiao: "..."

Almost everyone has insomnia in the middle of the night, when they suddenly feel empty stomach and unbearable hunger.For Su Qiao, the juxtaposition of hunger and darkness made him unbearable.

Su Qiao immediately decided to find something to eat.

He quietly went downstairs and into the kitchen.The Su family started out in the food industry, and Su Guoan was somewhat picky about his daily diet, and his meals never stayed overnight, so when Su Qiao opened the refrigerator, he only saw stuffed ingredients.

Su Qiao opened the fresh-keeping boxes divided into categories, looked at them one by one, and decided to make something to eat by herself.Usually, Su Guoan occasionally cooks for his own family, and Su Qiao is sometimes a helper, and he is no stranger to the ingredients and methods.

There is an old hen in the refrigerator, and fresh shrimps that have been peeled. Su Qiao weighed it up and planned to make chicken sauce and shrimp wontons.

To do this, you have to stew the chicken soup first, and it will take two or three hours.Su Qiao was hungry, but she didn't want to get anything to fill her stomach, so she touched a few biscuits from the tea tray for the guests, and washed her hands before handling the ingredients.

The bedrooms are all upstairs, and the sound insulation is good. Su Qiao is not worried at all about waking up her family if she makes any noise in the kitchen.

He picked out a medium-sized casserole from the pots, cleaned it and put it aside.Take the old hen out of the refrigerator, remove part of the chicken fat, stuff the scallion and ginger slices into the belly, rub salt on the inside and outside, wrap a circle with long onions, and tie a knot to fix it.

Su Qiao doesn't like the chicken soup being too greasy and spiced, which will overwhelm the sweetness of the old hen itself, so he figured out such a way.The only auxiliary ingredients are scallions and ginger, which enhance the flavor while removing the fishy smell, without overwhelming the guests.After stewing, remove the scallion knots and pick out the scallion and ginger. The soup is clear and bright without being cloudy.

After the old hen is processed, throw it into the casserole and cover it, so you don't have to worry about it.

Su Qiao took out fresh shrimps from the refrigerator, selected a dozen or so that were not complete, chopped them into stuffing, and seasoned with salt.Cut the whole shrimp into two sections, and mix well with salt and ginger to marinate.

If the filling of shrimp wonton is only shrimp, it is delicious enough, but it will inevitably be a bit greasy, especially when paired with old hen soup, both of which are heavy and fresh, not refreshing enough.

After thinking about it, he peeled off half of the corn and picked out the shriveled ones.

In the white porcelain bowl, the golden corn kernels are round and crowded together, rolling up in a flash, plump and lovely.

There are ready-made fungus in the refrigerator, Su Qiao also took some, in order to maintain the taste, cut it slightly larger than corn kernels.The minced shrimp stuffing is mixed with two kinds of vegetables, stir evenly, and the color is instantly richer.

Shrimp meat is an aquatic product and has a slightly fishy smell.Su Qiao couldn't bear the taste, and didn't like the taste of crushed ginger in the wonton stuffing, so she squeezed some ginger juice, mixed it with light soy sauce, pepper, etc., and added it to the stuffing.

Next to it, the casserole was already making a "gurgling" sound, and bubbles appeared on the edge of the lid, followed by a burst of fragrance.

Su Qiao lifted the lid of the pot and took a look. During the stewing process, the onion knots became soft, and the old hen bound by it became soft as the temperature rose. grease.

Throwing a few slices of Codonopsis ginseng into it, Su Qiao turned down the heat to keep the chicken soup bubbling but not full, and then closed the lid to lock the delicious taste in this casserole.

At five o'clock in the morning, the smell of chicken soup has filled the whole kitchen.

Wonton wrappers are readily available in the market.Su Qiao put one in the palm of her hand, rolled out some minced shrimp stuffing with chopsticks and put it on the dough, then picked up a marinated whole shrimp, wrapped the dough tightly, and put it aside.

This shrimp wonton is about half the size of the usual dumplings, just one bite.After wrapping about sixty or seventy, Su Qiao stopped.

The sky was getting brighter, Su Qiao was too hungry and felt better, so she was not in a hurry, thinking about making something to eat with wontons.

There are still dragon fish and green beans in the refrigerator, so Su Qiao took them out and planned to make a pan-fried fish cake with fresh vegetables.

Longli fish has no spines, and the fishy smell is not strong, so it only needs simple seasoning.Su Qiao cut up the carrots and boiled them with the green beans until the ingredients became soft.There are also onions, which are chopped and fried in oil first. The translucent onions are covered with a layer of shiny oil, and the strong and unique fragrance overflows immediately.

Wait until the vegetables are completely cool before mixing them with the minced fish.Just a little pan-fried is a delicious dish.

In the early morning, Su Guoan got up, stretched his waist in the bedroom after washing, tucked in the quilt for his wife, and planned to go downstairs to do morning exercises in the garden.

When people reach middle age, they understand the importance of good health.Su Guoan thought about living a comfortable old age with his wife in the future, so he naturally developed the habit of morning exercises.

He pushed open the door and walked down while humming a little tune.

As soon as I arrived at the spiral staircase, I don't know where there is a dense fragrance, which is delicious and tempting.

Su Guoan's footsteps slowed down unknowingly, thinking that the kitchen started making breakfast so early today?What is this made, it smells so good?

The stomach, which has not yet awakened together with the spirit, seems to feel hunger in an instant.Su Guoan smacked his lips unconsciously, quietly diverted his steps to go out, and touched the kitchen.

Morning exercises... It's not a big problem if you miss a day.Su Guoan thought.

The further you go to the kitchen, the more attractive the scent becomes.When Su Guoan stood at the door of the kitchen, his appetite had been completely stimulated, and he felt very hungry.

In the kitchen, a thin figure was busy standing in front of the stove. He didn't know what was going on in the pot, and there was a crackling sound.

Su Guoan was very surprised: "Jiujiu? Why are you cooking?"

As he spoke, he unconsciously entered the kitchen, looked at the bubbling casserole, and took a deep breath.

Su Qiao was busy frying fish cakes and didn't speak.Holding long chopsticks and a wooden spatula in his hand, he quickly flipped the fish cake over when one side was fried until it was browned.There are already four or five fried fish cakes in the white porcelain plate next to it, the color is golden, and there are still tiny oil bubbles.

Su Guoan took a look, couldn't help but found a pair of chopsticks, picked up the fish cake, and bit it down.

The fish cakes just out of the pan are still a little hot, and there is a "click" when you bite off the crispy outer skin, and then the soft and tender fish inside is mixed with sweet green beans and carrots, and slowly melts in your mouth.The onion plays its role, and the special aroma is accompanied by the delicate texture of the fish, which spreads out a little bit, and the mouth is full of fragrance.

Su Guoan was so scalded that he "hissed—" vented his anger, and refused to wait for the fish cake to cool down, so he ate a whole in three or two bites.

His eyes slowly turned to the ravioli on the chopping board, and then at the casserole.

Su Guoan swallowed involuntarily.