I rely on culinary skills to cry in the world of comprehension

Yan He came to the small kitchen and couldn't help thinking about this problem.

Is there anything to give someone who has that?

Definitely not fried, not braised, not fried, not spicy...

So what to do?
Then buy a yellow croaker to remove the bone and make a soft and tender wonton!

As the saying goes, there are beautiful women in peerless generations, and there are many skills that do not overwhelm you.

Yan He has made meringue skins, cake skins, bun skins, powder skins, bean curd skins, lemon skins, and mere wonton skins should be no problem for her, right?

Yan He did what she said. She took a bowl of flour, dug a small hole, cracked an egg white, sprinkled a pinch of salt, then used water as an adhesive, and used her fingers as a stirrer until the flour was flying like fluff. Gambling her whole body weight, she crushed the fine flour grains into rough big dough cakes.

Next, Yan He's right hand was in front and his left hand was behind, rubbing repeatedly following the rhythm.

After repeated massage for thousands of breaths, I finally got a piece of smooth, shiny, fragrant dough shaped like a big soap.

Yan He gently covered her homemade plastic wrap and let it take a nap for a quarter of an hour to relax.

Thanks to her years of pastry experience, Yan He has been going well so far, but...

If you want to roll the 1.08-inch back dough into a thin dough of less than 0.03 inches, you have to carefully follow the steps in the recipe and study hard.

After following the steps of the most delicious recipe, Yan He rolled the noodles 8 times, and the talented Yan He finally mastered the essentials of the movement.

Yan He first spread his hands, flattened, then turned in a circle, rolled the dough, then rolled, pressed evenly, and finally unfolded and flattened.

Repeat the action more than a few times, and the dough will become thinner and thinner, and the roll will get bigger and bigger, so big that ordinary rolling pins can't roll it.

So Yan He took out one——

Beat the dog stick.

???

How can there be such a thing?

Think of it as a bigger rolling pin for now.

Yan He, with the help of the dog-beating stick, ah bah, and the rolling pin, easily completed the fifth round.

Look, the face at this time is already broken by blows.

It can clearly reveal Yan He's slender outline.

Yan He: Can you see me?

If you can't see her, it's because you're still distracted.

Come on, hold your breath, hold your breath, stare until the end, you will see Yan He's kind smile, as if she is waving to you.

With four taels of flour and an egg, and Yan He's diligent little hands, 2.1 ​​wonton wrappers with a side length of 48 inches were obtained.

The next step is to make the soup base.

Yan He didn't let the fourth junior brother run errands this time, but went to buy ten small yellow croakers in person.

Yan He first poured a ring of the old flower carvings left over from last time to remove the fishy smell and increase the aroma, then poured it into the freshly fried scallion oil, and fried it until both sides were browned, then put it into boiling water and boiled for 120 breaths.

During the cooking process, Yan He put the lid on the pot, which reminded her of the scene where she also covered the pot when cooking, but when she lifted the lid, it was full of ashes.

Thinking about it, Yan He couldn't help but feel a little lost. Although those days were bitter, they were always happy, and they were worth remembering...

Yan He smiled, but now she is happier.

Because she can not only cook delicious food, but also let the brothers and sisters who originally planned to eat bigu taste her cooking skills, and her cooking skills are also recognized by everyone. Isn't this a beautiful thing?

This time, Yan He lifted the lid of the pot without any worries. When he saw the moment when the lid was lifted, Yan He still couldn't help sighing.

Wow.

Don't get me wrong, this time I didn't make pot ashes like before, but the original clear soup has become as thick as pulp and mellow as sauce.

Then...

Filter out the fish bones, skim off the fat, and make the fish soup silky and pure, sweet and not greasy.

The little yellow croaker is just a supporting role, and the slightly bigger little yellow croaker plus is the main course for today.

In order to create a beautiful taste, Yan He completely deboned the yellow croaker, then took out the last bit of cooking wine left in the small kitchen, and spread it all over the body. Spread out in skillet.

Wontons still need to be wrapped with meat stuffing, and the next step is to make the meat stuffing.

Yan He prepared meat paste, pepper, salt, and sugar, and skillfully stirred it, then mixed it with onion and ginger water step by step, and expertly threw and smashed it.

In the end, Yan He took out the wonton wrappers, scooped up the fresh meat paste, and skillfully pressed and pinched them to ensure that each wrapper was filled to the brim and covered with rain and dew.

Yan He put these wontons into the soup base, and she found that the soup was white like milk, chaotic and bulging like a full money bag, and the yellow croaker was as tender as flower petals after rain.

Yan He hooked his lips subconsciously, and now the fourth junior brother is drooling when he sees it?

……

Then Su Changqing's face turned red again.

There is no other reason, because Fifth Junior Brother also saw the bright red on his robe, and asked curiously, "Fourth Senior Brother, where did you get hurt?"

Su Changqing's face flushed without any surprise.

He couldn't help remembering that the third senior sister had asked him the same question before, and his thoughts couldn't help but think of that touch of whiteness.

He almost...!
I almost had a nosebleed again...

Su Changqing quickly covered her nose, looking like she was trying to hide it.

Mo Fei looked at it, smiled jokingly, and teased him, "Hey, fourth senior brother, you are dishonest, the blood on your robe must be nosebleed..."

Su Changqing, who was struck by the words, was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He stood there dumbfounded, faltering...

Mo Fei, who saw him not pretending to be self-confident, grabbed his shoulders and looked at him with a smirk, "Fourth senior brother, tell me honestly, how did you get this nosebleed? Did you peek at the script again in the room... "

Su Changqing's face darkened, and he subconsciously retorted, "Nonsense, when did I read it?"

Mo Fei said meaningfully, "Oh~~~"

"It turns out that I didn't read the script, so there is only one possibility..."

Su Changqing had an ominous premonition in his heart, and as expected, Mo Fei's words fell.

"Tell me, did you peek at some beauty taking a bath!"

Hearing this, Su Changqing inadvertently thought of that touch of whiteness again, and his dream was punctured again, he could only cough, and used coughing to cover up his embarrassment.

Now it was Mo Fei's turn to turn pale with shock, "No way, fourth senior brother, I didn't expect you to be such a person, you dare to peek at a woman taking a bath..."

Su Changqing retorted subconsciously, "It's not considered peeking at the shower, it's just..."

Mo Fei didn't care about this, he leaned over and said mysteriously, "Fourth Senior Brother, tell me honestly, who exactly are you peeking at taking a shower?"

"There are only three female cultivators in our sect, and the Eighth Junior Sister is not here, so there are only two left, the Third Senior Sister and the Sixth Junior Sister. Tell me, which one are you peeking at?"