Wang Ye's foodie farm concubine

Chapter 4401 I Watch
Yuyao put down the stuffing and took the basin in his hand, "Okay, let me do it. You go and wash your hands, otherwise it will be difficult to wash them when the wheat flour dries on your hands."

When Cang Mo came back after washing his hands, Yu Yao had already mixed the noodles, the basin was as clean as new, and even the wheat flour spilled on the chopping board had been cleaned up.

Yuyao took out the dough and placed it on the board. She poked the dough into long strips, pinched them into half-fist-sized balls, and placed them neatly on the chopping board.

Then use a rolling pin to flatten the dough, brush it with a layer of oil, then evenly place the meat filling, then roll up the dough and flatten it lengthwise.

The amount of meringue depends on this step.

Using the same method, Yuyao made all the dough into round cakes.

"I'll set the fire."

Cang Mo saw that Yuyao entered the kitchen and took up the responsibility of lighting the fire.

"Have you ever heard of a saying? I am a master who turns the stove into an apprentice and makes a fire. I can trust you to hand over the stove to you?"

The fire for pancakes should be medium or small, and the person making the fire can adjust the fire at any time based on the situation in the pan.

If she handed this job over to him, she would be afraid that the cake would be burnt as soon as it came out of the pan.

Cang Mo sat down in front of the stove, "I'll watch."

Yuyao nodded, "Okay, you light the fire first."

Yuyao stood behind the stove, looking at the pot and couldn't help but think of the pan.

That's a good helper for pancakes.

However, the wood-fired pot has the advantage of a wood-fired pot. The fried taste is more fragrant, which tests the skill of the pancake maker.

Yuyao put down the oil when she saw that the pot was almost full, and moistened the pot first.

Pancakes require a certain amount of patience. As the saying goes, you can’t eat hot tofu in a hurry, and you can’t eat crispy pancakes in a hurry.

The firewood pot is relatively large, but one pot still can't hold all the pancakes made by Yuyao, so Yuyao chooses to make two pots, frying a little less at a time, and frying them evenly in the two pots.

The pancakes are sizzling in the pan, exuding an alluring aroma.Not only does it have the aroma of fried wheat flour, but also the salty aroma of bacon and pickles.

Whether fried or deep-fried, oily things can always arouse the appetite of many people, and the golden color and crispy sound make people full of appetite.

Yuyao flipped the pancakes in the pan and suddenly wanted to eat fried dough sticks.

If the conditions at home were better, she would have countless things to eat.

She had already spent most of the money from selling a ginseng stick at home. This time, she went deep into the mountains to pick a Ganoderma lucidum and sold it a long way away under the cover of night.

But she didn't tell her three children any of this.

In order to dispel their doubts, she sold a 50-year-old ginseng plant to a pharmacy again.

She is very lucky now that the children are small and easier to fool.

Otherwise, when they all grow up, she won't be able to deceive them like this anymore.

So it’s better to fool your children as early as possible.

"I think there seems to be a kind of job in the world called a chef, who specializes in cooking for others. Did you learn your skills from them?"

"That's it."

Although the person who taught her cooking in the first place was a master, he was still a cook, even though he was not a cook here.

Their names are also nicer than cooks, called cooks.

"I'll give you a taste first."

The first pot of pancakes was already ready, golden and crispy, so Yuyao served him one first.

Just like when she was at Yu's house, she always liked to go to the kitchen to get the first bite when cooking at home.

(End of this chapter)