He looked at the bottom of the white flour dumplings. They were slowly turning yellow and slightly charred. The fragrance became stronger.
The chives and meat stuffing in the dumplings also seemed to be slowly changing into a color that made one salivate.
Mother Rong didn't fry them like other dumplings. She fried them like they were Guo Ties, adding water into the frying pan such that only one-third from the bottom of the dumplings were covered. Then, they were covered with a lid.
However, they didn't have a pot lid.
Instead, she used her long chopsticks and carefully fried the bottom of the dumpling bit by bit before turning the dumpling over.
She fried the other surfaces of the dumplings into a golden brown color as well.
The sisters-in-law were very experienced in cooking. They kept the fire under control so that the oil on the frying pan would sizzle, but it wouldn't turn mushy.
During the process, the frying pan was filled with oil. There was also the fragrance of the dumplings gradually being fried. The oil would sizzle up from time to time, and the white flour dumplings would slowly turn golden brown. The fragrance of meat inside would also slowly spread…
It was incredible.
Upon seeing this scene, the people closest to them were the most greedy. They almost swallowed their saliva dry and felt like their hearts were hanging.
Since ancient times, when did people not like fried food?!
Everyone seemed to have been tortured as they watched Mother Rong fry the dumplings bit by bit. After the pan-fried dumplings were ready, the surfaces were golden brown in color and they exuded a charred fragrance. They looked like they could not be any more delicious.
Fried dumplings were the most expensive things in the stall.
It was so expensive that ordinary people couldn't afford them. A large portion cost ten copper coins, so there were twelve dumplings. Although it didn't sound little, the man had just eaten a bowl of pig liver and minced meat porridge and a glutinous rice chicken, and those were only nine copper coins.
There was no other reason. Not only were the fried dumplings made with white flour, but they were also filled with chives and pork. All of them had thin skin and full stuffing. The fried dumplings had to be large in order for one to feel satisfied.
Furthermore, fried dumplings used up a lot of oil. This was really a precious thing. The cost was not low at all, so it was reasonable to sell them at such a price.
Ye Lulu also had her own thoughts. Food like this was not priced at a high or low price, but it was a little sluggish. As the costs weren't low, those with slightly poor family backgrounds definitely could not afford them. They could only face the crowd on the other side.
They might as well raise the price and earn more profits then.
Those who could afford them could buy them. Besides, the stall should indeed have slightly higher-grade food which could be considered their signature dish. This could also be targeted to a wider crowd.
It was not that Ye Lulu did not have a brain.
This old man did not look rich, but he was not short of money. When Mother Rong heard that he arrived only later, she specially told him the price. However, his expression did not change. He even said that he wanted a large portion.
Mother Rong started to cook without worry.
When the fried dumplings were first introduced, everyone had looks of disbelief on their faces. They shook their heads and said that although these dumplings had chives and pork stuffing, how could they be sold for such a high price? This old man had probably been cheated. Everyone was speechless.
… Now that they looked at them, they did look like they were really worth this price.
Furthermore, when Mother Rong dug out two spoons of chili sauce from the small wooden barrel and placed them on a corner of the wooden plate, this beautiful and fragrant plate simply made people cry bitterly.
Damn, was there a hole in their stomachs? Everything inside them ran out. They were so hungry.
The old man was even more satisfied, his face full of excitement and desire!
Eldest Brother Guan carried the fried dumplings over. The old man smiled like a child with wrinkles all over his face. He took the fried dumplings and picked one up with his chopsticks. He placed it in his mouth and started chewing.
Everyone was speechless.