The wild wife is busy farming in ancient times

Chapter 140 Making Dessert

Just like that, without Qian Sisi herself believing it, she had a low-grade fever intermittently for a few days... It's over.

This morning, after Qian Sisi woke up.

I feel so aggrieved, I don't know what to say.

And Xing didn't wake up until noon.

After he got up, the first thing he did was to touch Qian Sisi's forehead in the rest area, and only after he found that it was not hot did he go to wash.

When it was over, he chewed the herbal medicine and applied it on Qian Sisi's toes.

In the end, he quietly went out after eating by himself.

Looking at the back of the disappearing star, Qian Sisi's face was gloomy.

'I don't even say I'm out'

'This bastard, really is an asshole'

The villain who bowed his head and twisted the thread, with a wild heart.

After turning over and cursing secretly, I felt that I was ridiculous.

What do you think this is.

Is their cold war still going on?Or has she been going on alone?
It's just that she is continuing on her own!
People don't take it seriously at all.

Hey·····

Life is good, life is bad, life is still the same.

Suppressing her anger, Qian Sisi, who was feeling uncomfortable no matter what, threw away the rabbit fur in her hand.

Hug your legs and rest your head on your knees.

In the past, she would eat whenever she was in a bad mood.

And she has a sweet tooth.

As long as she eats sweets, her low mood will slowly ease.

At this moment, she really wants to eat.

Unfortunately, there is only strawberry jam here besides honey.

But the bee, she often stirs grass fruit powder to eat, and she is tired of eating it.

There is no habit of eating strawberry jam like this.

Shaqima can be made, but there is no sugar, so I can't do it.

Hey······

I'm in a bad mood, and I don't even have anything to eat.

The mood of the whole person became more and more depressed.

It is said that there is no harm without comparison.

Back then, in Bingcheng, because she couldn't buy the pastry she wanted, she bought an oven and learned how to make it by herself.

But here, on a whim, Jean Xing dug an oven, but what's the use of having an old-fashioned oven.

Just an egg, bees plus flour, and grass fruit powder.

Even Sachima couldn't do anything but think about it.

She just knows how to make a lot of pastries, what's the use.

Useless!

woo woo woo...

So sad!

These days, life is really boring.

She couldn't even eat her favorite little marshmallow.

With a sullen head, he complained that he was not as good as her Xiao Huang's sad life.

Suddenly, Qian Sisi suddenly raised her head.

He slapped so hard that his forehead was red.

He kept scolding himself.

"Pig head, Qian Sisi, you are just a pig head. If mom knows that you are getting more and more stupid, you might have to change the fried shredded pork with bamboo shoots."

"Switch to hot fried ears"

[Ear scraper that works with both hands]

"Let You Eat Up"

Think about her favorite, what is it made of.

It's just noodles, sugar, lard, and black sesame.

She has no sugar, she can use honey!

As long as there is sweetness nothing is the same.

If there is no black sesame, you can use melon seeds!

You can also make two kinds, one with pumpkin seeds and one with sunflower seeds.

When I think of pumpkin seeds, I can't help but think of her pumpkins.

Think of pumpkin and think of peanuts.

Peanut candy can't be made, but pumpkin pie can be eaten properly.

"Hehehe... I'm so smart, not only smart, but also very lucky. If it wasn't for me who came here, other people would probably have to eat meat with orcs for the rest of their lives... "

Crackling, Qian Sisi kept praising herself.

When praising herself, she did not forget to put her hands together and make a gesture of goodbye.

'Thanks to the patriotism of my grandparents, I couldn't eat bread and cakes since I was a child. '

She wants to eat pastries... yes.

There are many types, such as Shaqima, red cake, nuclear crisp, small marshmallow, bean curd, water chestnut and so on.

I want to eat a piece of bread... huh... Sorry, grandpa said there is no money.

Grandma said she didn't bring any money.

She was so greedy that she begged her mother to exchange the dishes she had washed for a week.

Later, in order not to wash the dishes.

Either, eat the old fashioned pastry, or not.

No, let her, a post-[-]s newcomer in her twenties, become an outlier among her friends.

She doesn't like the mousse cream that others love.

I just love this old-fashioned pastry that people born in the [-]s have almost never heard of.

Therefore, she couldn't buy it in the ice city, so she could only learn to make it by herself.

And she did a good job, even that scumbag liked it very much.

Swallow the saliva that is about to drip out.

Qian Sisi hopped and jumped into the kitchen.

There are eggs, bees, and anything that can be made, there are Shaqima, Taosu and Xiaomasu.

And grass fruit powder like sweet potato powder.

You can make soft cakes and QQ bombs.

Qian Sisi, who was congested and revived, got busy in the kitchen.

First, bring a small pot of eggs, then flour, honey, grass fruit powder, two kinds of melon seeds, and a small pot of lard.

Of course, this small vat is also what Xing said, in her eyes it is not small at all.

The materials are complete and ready to go.

So, Qian Sisi fetched five eggs, and directly mixed the noodles with eggs and lard.

Roll out the noodles, and finally, cut them into noodles that are half a finger wide and one finger long.

Then fire the lard.

After the temperature of the lard comes up, pour the noodles into the pan for frying one by one.

With the second yo-yo sound, the noodles in the pot spread apart.

Because lard is used, the noodles are all eggs, and each one is fried, which is very crispy.

Slowly, the aroma of eggs came out.

"Mm... more delicious than the fried ones before"

Sniffing, Qian Sisi commented while tossing the noodles in the pot.

In the past, although she loved to eat, she was afraid of getting fat.

So, every time it is made, it is fried in soybean oil.

But there is lard and butter here.

She uses anyone else, so of course she needs lard.

As for the oldest pastry in Shaqima, the old people use lard.

Only Shaqima, which is completely fried with lard, can taste the aroma of oil mixed with the aroma of eggs.

Swallowing his saliva, he fished one to taste from time to time.

After a while, the noodles were all fried.

Take it out and put it in a small basin just half full.

Take off the fire and let it burn in the oven.

Qian Sisi picked up one and tasted it.

"Well, that's the taste. Next time, you can add a little more lard to make it more crispy. It's delicious even if it's squashed."

After her frying, the original noodles have been transformed.

Crispy and crunchy, the egg flavor is very strong.

After draining the oil while it was cold, Qian Sisi changed the noodles to another small basin, and let the drained oil stay in the original small basin.

Then, take the honey and pour it evenly on the noodles. After the honey on the top layer is completely soaked in, press it gently with your hands.

Let the noodles in the basin break and squeeze out a firm feeling.

A pot of primitive Shaqima is considered a success.

It's a pity that it has just been made and is still warm, and it will fall apart when it is taken out now.

So, I put it aside without taking a sip.

Excited to start doing the same again.

The same as Shaqima, it also uses flour, eggs and lard, but this time, Qian Sisi also added honey.

The crispiness of old-fashioned pastries comes from lard, so the proportion of lard this time is more than half of that of Shaqima noodles.

After adding honey, the dough is orange and red, which is very beautiful.

Grab a little bit of dough and taste it.

Qian Sisi nodded.

(End of this chapter)