The surrogate wife is a goddess

685 Chapter 693 Treat vinegar as soy sauce

However, if she can't do it, she can learn.

Looking up, among the six of them, Luo Yao has already started to pick up the pot.

Zhang Ziliang stood beside her, watching.

Probably want to learn too.

Luo Yao plans to make pancakes today, which are easy to carry.

Scooped a bowl of flour, cracked three eggs into it, added some water, and started kneading the dough.

Zhang Ziliang learned, and Bai Yiran also learned.

Wang Cong also came to join in the fun.

Faye Wong and Yu Siqing also came with pots.

All five of them learned Luo Yao's method.

"Sister Luo Yao! What are you going to do?" Wang Cong asked curiously while kneading his face.

"Pancakes."

See if the dough is almost kneaded, put it aside and let it wake up.

Scooped some more flour, added water and kneaded.

Then turn on the fire and start the stove.

Put oil in the pot, add scallion and ginger and sauté until fragrant, and the whole hall is full of fragrance.

I couldn't help but take two more sips.

Pour in water and bring to a boil.

Using a small spoon, pick the dough into the pan bit by bit.

Wang Cong came over to take a look.

"This is gnocchi soup. The pancakes are too dry. Cook some soup to go with it. This is very simple, and you can do it too."

"Really? Then I'll try to do it."

Wang Cong was in high spirits, and suddenly felt that the morning tasks were not so annoying.

Aroused his playful heart.

Following Luo Yao's example, scoop up noodles, add water, and knead them into dough.

Wash the pot and turn on the fire, add oil and fry the onion and ginger.

"Ouch!"

The hands were too far away from the pot, and when the onion and ginger were dropped, a drop of oil splashed and burned the hands.

"Put it in cold water, it's fine."

Luo Yao calmly commanded, poured out the pimple soup from her own pot, and the whole hall was filled with a burst of fragrance.

The greedy mouth is watering.

"Luo Yao! Your craftsmanship is good!"

Fatty Yang walked over, his eyes staring straight at the bowl of soup,
Why is he so fat?To put it bluntly, I just can't control my mouth.

When I see something delicious, I want to take a bite.

Over time, he became fatter and fatter.

"Not for you, there are four people in my family." Luo Yao smiled and pushed Yang Pang away, and then started to instruct Wang Cong to cook pimple soup. Salty and fresh. If you want a strong taste, add a little salt."

Wang Cong was obedient and obedient. He followed Luo Yao's instructions and finished cooking a bowl of pimple soup.

Happy, he clapped his hands and smiled: "Hahaha! It's my first time cooking, and it was a success. Let's take a photo as a souvenir."

Over there, Zhang Ziliang also cooked a bowl of soup according to the steps Luo Yao instructed Wang Cong.

Although there was no expression on his face, he was very happy in his heart.

Bai Yiran and Yu Siqing also cooked pimple soup.

Bai Yiran tasted it, and quickly spit it out: "Oh my god! Why is it so sour? Did I treat vinegar as soy sauce?"

Yu Siqing tasted his own and vomited too: "Oh! Mine is sweet, I made a mistake, I took sugar for salt."

Faye Wong didn't make soup and thought it was troublesome, so she started pancakes directly.

One piece was fried and the other was battered, and the hall was filled with the smell of battered cakes.

Luo Yao also started pancakes, washed and dried the pan.

Take out the dough that has just woken up, form it into small balls one by one, put it on the chopping board, flatten it, and brush both sides with oil.

Turn on the fire and start the stove, pour some oil into the pot, shake it, and let the bottom of the pot be covered with oil.

Then, start to bake the pancakes.

After a while, bursts of aroma began to emerge.

The bright and golden pancakes fried on both sides came out of the pan one by one.

Wang Cong also imitated Luo Yao's frying, at the beginning two of them were pasted, but the latter one was fine.

Zhang Ziliang fried it better, and none of the five cakes was lost.

Bai Yiran can barely cook it.

Faye Wong refused to bend down to ask for advice, and insisted that it would be good to fry three pancakes.

She alone is enough.

Yu Siqing fried it well, and there were five or six cakes that looked good.

(End of this chapter)