Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 172 Fry the pot first, then paste the pot

Mu Xici has always been a person who does what he says and does it. Lingqin is also quick in her actions when she is doing things. After deciding on the snacks to be made, just after dinner, the two masters and servants met in the small kitchen.

"Then... this, how do we start?" The little girl who rolled up her sleeves looked a little nervous.

In her previous life, her master had explicitly forbidden her to join the kitchen, and it was the only time in her previous life that she cooked by hand, and the things she made frightened away the big yellow dog outside the Taoist temple.

Therefore, she really has no idea whether she can make a tasty snack this time.

"Miss, don't be nervous, milk cake is very easy to make." Lingqin smiled and comforted softly, "As long as you mix milk, dough (starch) and sugar in a certain proportion, cook until it becomes sticky, put Let it cool and cut into pieces.”

"How about it, isn't it very simple?"

"Hmm...sounds okay." Mu Xici pondered for a while, "It doesn't seem to be difficult."

If you just mix the ingredients and throw them on the fire to cook, there should be no trouble.

Mu Xici nodded seriously, and under Lingqin's guidance, he grabbed milk and doughnuts, stirred them evenly, poured them into a small pot, and lit a fire.

The fire in the stove ignited faintly, and the milk in the pot gradually bubbled up. So far, everything has gone smoothly, and Mu Xici was quietly relieved.

Just to put it bluntly, how could it be possible for a person like her who is so gifted and can easily learn Taoist Yishu not to be able to do it——

"Oh!"

A loud noise suddenly hit her ears, and Lingqin shivered subconsciously in fright of the sound. The Mu Da Guoshi who was originally complacent followed the source of the noise and took a closer look. It turned out to be the pot where she boiled milk. It exploded.

The smile on Mu Xici's face suddenly froze, and she fell into a strange state of confusion. She raised her head and looked at Lingqin opposite her, her almond eyes were full of confusion: "What, what's going on?"

"Miss, don't panic, let the maid take a look." Relieved, Lingqin raised her hand and patted her chest, the loud noise just now really scared half of her soul.

She walked up to the stove, lowered her head and studied it carefully for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly: "Miss, your fire is too hot, the sky is not so warm yet, the milk is freezing, the stove is too cold, it is easy to fry the pot." .”

"Is that so." Mu Xici rubbed her fingertips uncomfortably. When she was lighting the fire, she never thought about this issue. She only wanted to make the fire bigger, so that the milk might cook faster and save some time.

Unexpectedly, this fried the pot.

"That's right, that's why the fire shouldn't be too hot." Lingqin said, when she was speaking, she caught a glimpse of the little girl's slightly embarrassed face from the corner of her eyes, and hastily changed the subject, "But it's okay, miss, it's not What's the big deal."

"Let's change the pot again. This time, the servant girl is here to light the fire, so you just keep an eye on the milk." Lingqin said while rolling up her sleeves, and took over the bellows and firewood.

Speaking of which, this was also her negligence, she forgot that her young lady had never been in the kitchen before, so naturally she didn't know whether the stove should be large or small, whether it was necessary to heat the pot in advance, or whether it was necessary to stir the milk.

"Okay." Mu Xici bit her lip, and nodded embarrassedly. She only knew that she had no talent for cooking, but she never thought that "no talent" could reach this level.

There are not many steps to make milk cake, and the ingredients used are relatively simple. Mu Xici quickly recovered and mixed the ingredients quickly.

This time there was Lingqin watching the fire, the pot had never exploded again, just as Mu Xici was about to let out a sigh of relief secretly again, when the little maid who was on fire spoke beside her.

"By the way, Miss, when boiling milk, remember to stir it slowly in one direction with a shovel, lest the powder sink to the bottom and stick to the pot." Lingqin's tone was very brisk.

This time, she is the one who controls the fire herself. According to her usual experience in making milk cakes, at this time, the young lady's pot of milk should just bubble up and be stirred just right.

Need to stir?

Mu Xici was taken aback, and quickly took the spatula by the stove, it doesn't matter if it doesn't need to be stirred, once stirred, the milk on the top of the pot was blown away, and immediately there was a mild burnt smell.

And the bottom of the pot was covered with a thick layer of dough.

Grand Master Mu was silent for a moment: "Then what, maybe...it's already messed up."

"Huh?? Already paste?" Lingqin stared, and raised her head in disbelief, "Miss, how much powder did you add?"

"Ah... Just as you said, add a small bowl." Mu Xici blinked.

The ingredients used in the previous pot were actually prepared by Lingqin with her help. When it came time for this pot, she kind of forgot what kind of a small bowl that "small bowl" was.

"Huh? Which bowl did you use?" Lingqin twisted her brows in confusion, and Mu Xici took advantage of the situation to lift a porcelain bowl on the chopping board. Seeing that it was indeed the bowl she used to hold dumpling noodles, she couldn't help feeling even more nervous Surprised, "It's the bowl right."

"So, how did you get it?"

"Well... that's it." Mu Xici pursed her lips, grabbed the porcelain bowl, and thrust it viciously into the bag containing dough balls, and then brought out a bowl of porridge piled high like a hill with sharp points. powder face.

Lingqin was numb, she stared at the bowl of dumpling powder, her throat couldn't stop being blocked, she suddenly found that her young lady was not as versatile as she imagined, at least she didn't know anything about making a fire and cooking.

"Miss, a flat bowl of dough is enough, there is no need to stick it out." Lingqin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she got up and cleaned her hands, and then re-mixed the ingredients for her. She has seen through it, and there are some things that cannot be forced.

Her family's young lady was born with a pair of hands for playing chess, playing the piano, and asking for astrology and divination.

"Okay, this time you remember, when the milk is put into the pot, it will start to stir when there are small bubbles, and when the things in the pot become sticky, call the maid to stop the fire." Lingqin instructed patiently.

She was worried that what she said was not detailed enough, but she managed to describe the color and texture of the milk cake when it was sticky, and it was so detailed that Mu Xici couldn't help but burn her old face.

——It's embarrassing.

Mu Xici made up her mind, picked up the shovel, and concentrated on it. This time, the milk cake did not become mushy. She stood there holding her temper and stirred for a while, and the pot of milk finally turned into mush.

"Lingqin, take a look, isn't this right?" The little girl by the stove was so excited, Lingqin stretched her head to look at the milk paste in the pot, and nodded with satisfaction: "That's right, that's all right."

After the milk paste was cooked, under Lingqin's guidance, Mu Xici found an exquisite glass bowl, and slowly scraped the warmed milk paste into the bowl.

After finishing these, Lingqin fetched another basin of well water—the well water is still frozen at this time, so it is most suitable to bring such snacks.

When the bowl of milk cake solidified, the frosty moon outside the window was already in the sky. Seeing this, Mu Xici couldn't help but twist her face slightly. She never thought that a bowl of ordinary milk cake could make her toss from dinner until midnight.

"Miss, maidservant clean up the kitchen first, then you can sprinkle some shredded coconut and add a little sweet-scented osmanthus to put it in the box." Seeing that the dim sum was finished, Lingqin was completely relaxed, Mu Xici heard the words lightly nod.

She knows the desiccated coconut, as for the sweet-scented osmanthus.

Although she doesn't like to eat that stuff, she can understand it.

It should be sugar and sweet-scented osmanthus, right?
　Tang osmanthus as Lingqin said: pickled osmanthus with syrup
　　The sweet-scented osmanthus that Ah Ci understands: sugar!And sweet-scented osmanthus!

　　Then a good milk recipe becomes a dark dish

　　
　
(End of this chapter)