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Chapter 6 Single Cage Golden Milk Pastry

The staple food of the Tang Dynasty was mostly cakes. Even though the south of the Yangtze River was rich and the Tang Dynasty was powerful, the people of the Tang Dynasty could not change the habit of eating cakes.

This golden soufflé is actually made by steaming cakes.

Yu Jian took a relatively deep soup pot, turned on the fire to heat the pot first, then poured milk into it, and kept stirring clockwise to prevent sticking to the pot during heating.

When the white milk was bubbling and bubbling, Yu Jian opened a small jar that she had just taken out, scooped out half a spoonful of golden-yellow soup, and shook her wrist lightly, and the soup flowed into the boiling milk.

Cook for another minute, turn off the heat and let the milk curdle by itself.After ten minutes or so, Yu Jian poured out the excess water, turned over the pot, and buckled it with her backhand, and white and tender milk cubes with a little gold stood upright on the chopping board.

Yu Jian took a piece of clean gauze to cover her head, and slowly pressed them tightly with her palm.The grinding tools at home were bought by her on a whim last month. Besides the basic shapes, the TB store also gave her many cartoon patterns.

She rummaged through, took out the puppies and cats, and pressed them on the milk block one by one with each hand, and the shape of a white puppy came out.

The last step is to steam the golden soufflé in a repeated steamer.

But in modern times, Yu Jian has improved the way of cooking.Added hot water to the stove and boiled it first, found a big steamer and placed it on it, spread a few lotus leaves, the kittens and puppies were lying quietly on the green leaves, indescribably childlike and cute.

The lid on the top should also be covered with a breathable steamer. The iron sealing lid is easy to allow water vapor to condense, so that the cakes that come out will always have a dampness when eating.

Yu Jian leaned over to look at the fire under the stove, added more firewood, and then sat down on a bench to rest with confidence.

"It smells so good—Jianguo, what delicious food did you make?" Mother Yu came out of the room while tying her hair, and asked Father Yu who was coming out of the bathroom.

Father Yu was taken aback by her question, and looked down at the clock on the wall. It was almost half past eight!It's broken, breakfast hasn't been made yet!
He quickly turned around and stammered, "I, I forgot to make breakfast!"

From Beijing back to Xiyu Village, the plane transfers to the train, the train transfers to the car, and the car transfers to the ferry. On the road all day, Father Yu started snoring when he was so tired that he got up late this morning.

Huh?Why is there a sweet milky smell?It smells so good and it's also mixed with tangerine peel and cardamom... Father Yu twitched his nose vigorously, but he couldn't distinguish the smell of other spices.

He pushed open the kitchen door: "Mom, are you... Ah Jian? Why are you here?"

In the kitchen, Yu Jian squinted her eyes slightly, plugged an earphone into her ear, and murmured a few words in English.

"Why don't you sleep more?" Yu's father walked to her side, and looked at the mobile phone beside Yu Jian. There were a few large characters on it: high school English listening.

After listening to the conversation in the earphones, Yu Jian clicked pause, took off the earphones, glanced at his father who was a little at a loss, moved his buttocks to the side, and gave him half of the stool to come out.

Pointing to the steaming stove, he said, "I made breakfast, and it will be ready in five minutes."

Father Yu looked at her with mixed emotions, and said that children from poor families were already in charge of the family, but their family was not poor at all, how could their daughter be so sensible.

He was so distressed that tears were about to flow out. He turned his head to calm down, sat down beside his daughter, put his arm around her shoulder, and gave her a big hug.

"My dear daughter~"

Yu Jian is completely confused!What is the drama of this sudden father-daughter love?She frowned and turned her head to look at the back of Father Yu's round head. It didn't matter if she pushed it away, or she didn't push it away.

He could only speak with a stiff voice: "I'm going to wake up Yu Yuan..."

So you let go of me quickly... If you hold me any longer, you will be out of breath——

When Father Yu heard this, he quickly let go of his hand: "Hey, okay, Dad will call Yu Yuan now."

Walking to the door, Yu Jian suddenly thought of something, and reminded him: "He's in my room."

Father Yu's footsteps paused, and he became angry again.He said, why is this brat so filial, he even offered to sleep with his grandma last night.It turned out that they were going to sneak to Yu Jian's place!What a stealthy man, let's see if he doesn't teach him well!

Little Yu Yuan couldn't imagine how he could eat his father's "fried shredded pork with bamboo shoots" as soon as he opened his eyes. He touched his forehead that was hit so hard that his little mouth could hang on the oil bottle .

Glancing at his father who was groping around in his sister's room, he said quietly, "Dad, are you jealous of my good relationship with my sister?"

Father Yu turned his head slowly, looked at him for a minute, and showed a sinister smile: "Yes, I'm jealous of you..."

Little Yu Jian yelled in horror, pulled the quilt over and buried her head in like an ostrich...

They cooked white porridge for breakfast, served with pickles pickled by Grandma Yu herself, and Yu Jian thoughtfully fried eggs for each of them.

Yu Yuan sat on the chair, poked his chopsticks into the egg, gnawed the yellowish side of the fried egg like eating candied haws, his mouth was full of oil.

When Yu Jian came out with the big steamer and lifted the lid, the mouths of the people sitting at the table were almost drooling.

After steaming, the milk cake swelled an inch larger than before, standing on the bright lotus leaves, one white and one green, suitable for both movement and stillness.

Smelling it again, the smell of milk mixed with spices came to the nostrils, and even Grandma Yu swallowed unconsciously.

Yu Yuan couldn't bear it long ago, and as soon as he stretched out his little hand, he wanted to grab the fat white puppy closest to him.Yu Jian held his paw: "Don't worry, there is one last step." Holding a small cup of wild honey in her hand, she poured it evenly on it.

Now, white, gold, and green, the three colors are coherent and integrated into one, with an indescribable beauty.Father Yu glanced at Yu Jian in surprise. Outsiders don't know that as a chef, he has a very clear way of doing it.This pastry is not easy——

Yu Yuan didn't care whether it was simple or not, she took her sister's hand and bit the little white dog on the lotus leaf.Mmm - so sweet!The taste of honey and milk strongly impacted his mouth. The pastry was soft and slightly harder than tofu, but his little teeth naturally slid down his throat without chewing.

He licked his lips, with sparks in his eyes: "Sister, come one more!"

The appearance of begging for food made the whole table laugh.

"Ah Jian, did you use brine?" Father Yu asked after struggling for a long time.

Yu Jian nodded: "You can also use white vinegar, but I like to use my own brine."

Father Yu looked at her in disbelief: "Is this the brine you made??"

It was Grandma Yu who blamed him for making such a fuss: "Why is the voice so loud? Is it strange that Ah Jian can make brine? Our family is a family of culinary arts!"

Well——Papa Yu was defeated, you are right——

(End of this chapter)