Chapter 1115 - 357: Thieves, A Turn for the Better_2
"Aunt Wu, what brings you here? Come on in, it’s really cold outside." As soon as she saw Wu’s, Mo Yan quickly stepped back to let her in.
"I had nothing to do at home, so I made some ’cat’s ears.’ Here, I brought some for you to try." Wu’s weighed the winnowing basket in her hand and said with a smile. A layer of white cotton cloth covered the top of the basket, with a faint, sweet scent seeping out.
"Is it fried sugar pastry? That’s wonderful, I’ve been wanting to eat that these past few days, but I was too lazy to make it. I didn’t expect to get some ready-made, thank you Aunt Wu." Mo Yan hurriedly took the basket from Wu’s hands, lifted the cotton cloth, and picked up a piece to throw into her mouth. With a crunch, her mouth filled with sweet flavor.
Fried sugar pastry, like fried banana leaves, is a kind of fried flour food. It’s made from both wheat flour and buckwheat flour. When kneading the dough, they add a proper amount of white sugar. Then they roll it out thinly with a rolling pin, layer the two colors of dough together, roll them up, compress them, and then slice them thinly with a knife. After that, they’re rolled around in a hot oil pan. Thus the thinly crisp and sweet fried sugar pastry is made.
Seeing that Mo Yan ate one piece and immediately put another in her mouth, savoring the delectable fragrance, Wu’s face beamed with joy, even happier than if she had eaten it herself: "We made plenty at home, if it’s not enough, you just come and take more. Whenever you want to eat, just let me know, and I’ll make some fresh for you."
"Sure, I’ll let you know when I want to eat more, but this basket will last me quite a while!" Mo Yan took another bite, thoroughly enjoying the moment the fried sugar pastry crunched as it was bitten into.
As the two headed inside while chatting, Wu’s suddenly remembered something and stopped to say to Mo Yan, "Last night, Old Man Sun’s house got burglarized. If it wasn’t for Big Sun’s quick thinking, woken up by the noise the thief made, they might have really been robbed!"
Mo Yan was startled and quickly swallowed the fried sugar pastry, asking, "Was the thief caught? Did Old Man Sun’s house lose anything?"