Start of the famine: Take the crazy batch of sisters to farm and make a fortune

Chapter 386 Convinced

People have different personalities and temperaments.

Unlike Wen Jiu, he was skeptical of the little girls in the R&D building with all kinds of new dishes and dim sum.

The dishes and snacks in the building are something that people who have been active in the kitchen all their lives can't figure out. What can a little girl do?
To put it bluntly, eat, she didn't eat much!
How could it be possible to delve into so many things!

Ding Xuewei had already seen what the dim sum chef thought of her.

Since then, she has been used to persuading others with her strength. When the candies are knocked out, she picks out the most beautiful one and hands it over.

"How does Uncle feel?"

The pastry chef took the candy with a complicated expression on his face.

A candy bar with just a little coloring isn't going to taste good, but some things don't need it to taste good.

"People who hold wedding banquets should like it."

I have never seen anything like this!

"It can also be used as a birthday character." With a quick mind, he tasted it after one sentence.

Ding Xuewei picked an unattractive piece to eat: "Shoubi Nanshan, you can get married or get promoted. If necessary, you can also make it according to the needs of customers."

"It should look good on a cake." Suddenly remembered, she said.

With a thought, she boiled sugar in a small pot again.

This time, the pastry chef was not a spectator, and he naturally helped her when she looked for something.

Cakes and some desserts need to be reserved, and at this time, there is only the crispy peach millefeuille left for her in the finished product cabinet.

Once the candy is hung on the mille-feuille, the original simple crispy peach mille-feuille becomes unaffordable for most people.

Use a spoon to make a mold, take off the membrane of a small bowl of sugar, and the peach cake will look taller!

When shopkeeper Gao came in, what he saw was Ding Xuewei studying the peach cakes in a small bowl of sugar shreds.

"What is it? It's crystal clear, and it's strangely beautiful."

Shopkeeper Gao thought intuitively, but the dim sum chef had doubts in his eyes after hearing this.

From happy word candy to candy decoration, the transition is not long, how can there be successive thoughts in such a short period of time, even if you want to, you may be disturbed by your previous thoughts.

He thought well, but he didn't know that Ding Xuewei was a soul from reality. He had seen and eaten too many things. Many things would be completely ignored when he didn't want to, and there would be a series of chain reactions when he remembered.

"It's just sugar."

Passing the plate in her hand to shopkeeper Gao, she explained: "I went to retire my fourth uncle before, and I remembered all the gifts I sent to the woman's house at that time, and I was thinking about what will happen when I say goodbye to my fourth uncle. It can make people's eyes bright and joyful, so I thought of wedding candy."

Picked a good-looking one and handed it to shopkeeper Gao. When he was dumbfounded and his face was full of disbelief, Ding Xue smiled embarrassedly.

"I used to think that some cakes were too monotonous. When I boiled the sugar water, I drew out a lot of sugar, so I got an idea." She pointed to the cake on the side.

The original simple and monotonous crispy peach millefeuille has become unique.

"Looking good is as important as being delicious, and good-looking and delicious food give people more satisfaction. I think it can get twice the result with half the effort if you decorate the food."

The dishes of Bazhenlou are not only delicious, but the environment of Bazhenlou is also unique. Shopkeeper Gao and the pastry chef can understand what she said.

He sent the candy to the import without hesitation, and shopkeeper Gao said: "I will pay attention to it in the future."

Needless to say, shopkeeper Gao's attitude, the face of the pastry chef is different, from unworthy and disbelieving at the beginning, to convinced at the end.

He is someone who can be corrected. Ding Xuewei was in a good mood, and when she rolled her eyes, a few more thoughts arose.

Scooping up the dilute sugar, she mixed some noodles first, pressed out some patterns of peach blossoms, lotus and willow leaves with a mold, and then tried to pull the flower basket.

If silk making is the most elementary level of sugar art, flower basket drawing is the king level.

A small pot of sugar was used up, and she still couldn't make it.

"What do you want to do?" The pastry chef finally couldn't stand it.

Ding Xuewei stopped putting the sugar cubes back into the pot, with a stubborn expression on her face: "The flowers are perfect if they are placed in a flower basket. I want to make a flower basket out of sugar."

"..."

The pastry chef looked at her simply.

It's like finding out that your son is not yours.

Ding Xuewei laughed wildly in her heart, but her face was extremely pitiful: "I just want to use sugar to make a flower basket!"

The pastry chef watched her intently for a long time, until Ding Xuewei's sugar was ready to use.

"I'll try."

Ding Xuewei's movements were obvious. Although he also failed in the last few times, the prototype of the basket was shown.

He took the spoon, poured the dilute sugar onto the chopping board, and imitated Ding Xuewei's movements.

Ding Xuewei felt that he, a person who had seen it before, couldn't do it well. After watching it for a long time, he should only be lonely, but he didn't think that the existence of talent was just to slap face.

Ding Xuewei was really jealous when he met his eyes like this.

"Uncle, did your ancestors pull sugar?"

The pastry chef was speechless for three seconds: "No."

"Is that from a kneader?" She didn't give up.

The pastry chef shook his head again.

"Then why?" Ding Xuewei pointed at the flower basket.

The pastry chef suddenly laughed.

A child is still a child, even though she has more thoughts than ordinary people, she is still a child, pure and simple.

"Practice makes perfect. Although I can't innovate, I have done a lot. What kind of dim sum should be used, what kind of biscuit can be baked, and what kind of biscuit can be baked. This pair of hands is called."

"You mean, I failed only because of my lack of experience?" Ding Xue raised her eyebrows slightly, looking very unacceptable.

Although the pastry chef couldn't see it, he still nodded.

"On this side, it's easy to say that it's easy to deal with, but it's also difficult to say that it's difficult. With my hand, it's very accurate to see what kind of result can be achieved with how much strength." He took a stack of songs and unfolded them.

A row of eight biscuits, each with the same groove in the center!
He said it simply. In fact, practice makes perfect. It is not something he can sum up in such a simple sentence. However, the simple explanation has achieved the effect.

Ding Xue pursed her lips slightly, and finally accepted.

"I'll do more when I look back."

"You are different from him." Shopkeeper Gao waited in full force, afraid that Ding Xuewei would misplace his thoughts: "If you have any thoughts, just tell them, you open your mouth, and they do it. You can't let them be useless."

The useless dim sum chef was forced to nod.

Ding Xue was slightly happy when she got the affirmation.

"Any other ideas?" Shopkeeper Gao secretly wiped his sweat.

Ding Xuewei was serious about the title for a moment: "It's gone."

She didn't believe that the uncle in front of her would follow the steps for the candies pressed out of the mold, and she didn't know how to choose the right size of flower candy, and which dim sum was more suitable for adding sugar shreds for decoration, what could be used for dim sum decoration, and what was suitable for use in desserts? As for the dessert decoration, she felt that she didn't have to worry about it.

"It's getting late!"

"...Let's eat, I'll take you back later." Shopkeeper Gao was reluctant.

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