How to eat pineapple buns on the immigration ship

Chapter 271 Toasted Slices of Steamed Buns
The final conclusion is that neither the fuel that the Xiang family bought nor the fuel stored in the school's Food Club warehouse can be used to bake bread or cakes. Therefore, Ai Nuo and Ouyang Yating can only help contact manufacturers to purchase some fuel that does not have a specific target for a certain substance.

However, this means I probably won't be able to make it to the afternoon's bread-baking plan.

"How about we make some snacks? We can eat some while watching the documentary live tonight."

Aino suggested.

This reasonably sound suggestion received unanimous approval from Ouyang Yating and Liang Gong. As for Xiang Chuan, she skipped the voting process and began to think about what to do.

"Aino, Yating, if we keep this oven at a high temperature, it's easy for the energy to directly affect starchy foods, right?"

Kagawa asked.

"Yes, if we were to use this fuel to make these breads, it would be difficult to control the temperature accurately with your limited information. Also, if we were to add other ingredients later, it would be easy for the food to heat unevenly."

Ouyang Yating replied.

"If the purpose isn't to bake bread, then if the temperature is lowered, you can use this energy to bake things, right?"

"For other things, use normal temperature..."

"No, I want to bake starchy things."

Kagawa blinked, then turned and waved to the Little Star One and Little Star Two, who were waiting nearby, gesturing wildly as he directed them to fetch something.

"What does she mean?"

Ai Nuo looked at Ouyang Yating and Liang Gong with a blank expression, and then the two of them had the same expression as him.

Half a minute later, Little Star One and Little Star Two brought out two plates of... steamed buns.

"Didn't you often say in the club that it's not good to continue consuming large amounts of carbohydrates after dinner?" Ai Nuo reached out and squeezed the steamed bun on the plate; it was still warm. "But I remember you often ate fries and potato wedges in Xiang Xue's live stream, right? I also remember you saying that potatoes are a type of starch? Hmm?"

“If you make it into fries and potato wedges, it’s no longer a staple food; it becomes a snack.”

Kagawa hummed, picked up a steamed bun, placed it on the cutting board, took out his compressed laser cutter, and sliced ​​the bun into thin slices about one centimeter wide.

"What are you going to do with this? Are you going to put the grilled meat inside a steamed bun? This isn't really suitable to eat after a meal, is it?"

Ouyang Yating leaned closer to look at the neatly sliced ​​thin pieces and asked in confusion.

"That's a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), it's quite delicious. We can try making it once pork and soy sauce are mass-produced, but we can't make it now. These are the things we'll be grilling later. We'll slice the steamed buns and grill them to make grilled steamed bun slices. In some regions in ancient times, these were also called 'momo slices,' and they're great whether dipped in sauce or sprinkled with sugar."

As Kagawa spoke, she quickly picked up an egg from the side, cracked it into a bowl and whisked it. Then she used a brush to spread the egg mixture on the steamed buns spread on the baking tray. After she finished brushing, she immediately asked Xiaoxing to help put the baking tray back into the oven. Then she and the three of them began to figure out how to adjust the temperature.

“It doesn’t matter if you turn it down a bit.” Kagawa stroked his chin. “After all, the steamed buns have already been steamed once, and the egg liquid on the surface is easy to bake. The key to baking steamed buns is to bake off the moisture inside the buns so that the slices come out dry and crispy.”

The three looked at each other, pondered for a moment, and, referencing the 200-degree Celsius temperature of ancient ovens used for baking steamed buns, finally set the temperature of the grilling zone inside the oven to around 80 degrees Celsius. Since it was a secondary heating process, the time was also controlled to about five minutes. The moment the oven was opened, the familiar aroma of roasted wheat flour and a faint smell of fried eggs wafted out. When Little Star One placed the oven on the dining table, all four of them craned their necks.

Fortunately, the simple process of baking bread slices didn't backfire. Kagawa picked up a slice with his chopsticks and tasted it. The crunchy bread slice broke easily when bitten into, and the most immediate feeling after taking a bite was its aroma and crispness. However, since no seasonings were added, the egg liquid on the surface only served to color it. Apart from adding an extra layer of egg flavor to the aroma, it didn't affect the taste much.

Kagawa scooped up a small spoonful of sugar and sprinkled it evenly on the slice of steamed bread, then took a bite.

How to put it... it's a bit like eating an old-fashioned cookie sprinkled with sugar on top. Kagawa thought expressionlessly.

This gave her a new idea: since she had an oven, why not make some cookies? Creamy, sugar-sprinkled, or scallion-flavored cookies—she could make them all.

As Kagawa pondered this, he kept munching on the slices of steamed bread beside him, making the three people next to him drool.

Judging from their president's expression, they knew that the toasted bread slices had at least not gone wrong. They picked up their chopsticks, each took a piece and tasted it, and then showed the same subtle expression as Kagawa. They either started looking for sugar like Kagawa, or simply asked Little Star No. 2 to help bring over the other condiment bottles.

There's no way around it. Modern teenagers, whose daily meals are already taken care of by food clubs, school cafeterias, and restaurants, can't stand toasted bread slices that have no flavor other than being crispy.

"If we wait until we've gathered all the seasonings before we start making Cantonese food, what will modern people do?" Kagawa, who had long since snapped out of his daydream, thought to himself as he looked at the three of them in their disheveled state.
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In the end, the entire afternoon was spent by the Bite of China team doing something completely unrelated: baking sliced ​​steamed buns.

When Xiang Weiguo and Lin Minzhi returned home, they were startled to see a mountain of steamed bun slices piled up in the kitchen's warming cabinet. They couldn't help but laugh when they learned that the four of them were preparing snacks for the evening's documentary live broadcast.

"It's just a documentary, how much can you eat? Besides, Xiao Chuan, you said each episode is over forty minutes long, right? Can you finish all this in forty minutes?"

Xiang Weiguo joked.

Ouyang Yating and the other two lowered their heads somewhat embarrassedly. They spent the entire afternoon figuring out the optimal temperature to bake perfect steamed bun slices faster and better, so they kept putting tray after tray of steamed bun slices into the oven. Xiang Chuan, who was in charge, didn't stop them at all. By the time they came to their senses, the mountain of steamed bun slices was as tall as Xiang Chuan himself.

Making so many steamed bun slices would be such a waste if we couldn't finish them all. So Ouyang Yating and Aino exchanged glances, planning to send some to their family after dinner. Since there are many people in their family, they could easily divide the steamed bun slices up quickly if each person got one or two slices.

"Is that enough? I'm worried it won't be enough."

Kagawa, always one to surprise with his words, replied while slurping noodles at the dining table.

"By the way, Dad, you saw the message I sent you at noon, right? Have you made those arrangements in advance?"

Xiang Weiguo nodded.

"I have notified all of my restaurants to prepare a sufficient amount of ingredients, and I have also contacted the logistics company I am cooperating with to prepare for the evening's delivery business... But will there really be so many people ordering takeout? If they want to have a late-night snack, they can just come to the restaurant and save on delivery fees."

Kagawa's lips twitched involuntarily upon hearing this: Now that there are unmanned AI robots for delivery, why are delivery companies still charging for midnight delivery?
“Some people will probably want to come out and eat... but during the broadcast time, there will likely be a lot of viewers who suddenly want to eat, so we'll have to deal with the delivery demand during that time. As for what happens after that, it depends on how you negotiate with the logistics company, Dad.”

As he spoke, Kagawa glanced at the time display on his personal terminal; it was 6:32 PM.

There's less than an hour and a half until the live broadcast of the first episode of "A Bite of China".