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

Yan He trembled when they watched him, wishing he could slap him a few times.

How did you speak out what was in your heart?

This thing is indescribable.

This is a matter of the original plot, if you say it, you will be blocked, right?
Yan He smiled embarrassingly, "It's nothing, I just think cooking is really scary."

Chen Fang: ...

Su Changqing: ...

Shangguan Lian'er: ...

Mo Fei: ...

Gu Chen: ...

There is even a day when the third senior sister thinks cooking is terrible?
That was really scary.

"Then third sister, do you want to stop cooking for a while?"

"Yes, yes, we can't starve to death, we can live without food."

Yan He said sternly, "Yes, cooking is really terrible. My way of dealing with this is to cook a bowl of rice now and see how to overcome this problem."

Everyone in Qingcang Peak was completely silent.

Yan He nodded, "To celebrate our defeat of the demons, let me cook you a meal!"

Everyone in Qingcang Peak: Good! !

After eating the meal made by the third senior sister, oh no, the pill, they will be alive and well in no time.

Yan He came to the small kitchen she was familiar with. These days, while cooking, she didn't stop practicing. Her cultivation has been increasing by leaps and bounds, and now she has reached the middle stage of foundation establishment.

But no one knows about this.

Even the fourth junior brother who is usually closest to her doesn't know.

Yan·Hide your strengths and bide your time·He, conceived of what to cook today.

Do raw toast from Tokyo?Do small bagels popular in New York?Western-style pastry is very popular among them. It can be described as highly sought after. It is sold in a limited amount, and the queue is limited to purchase. One can imagine how popular it is.

But in fact, our country is also a big pastry country. Yan He feels that his country's products are no worse than those of other countries.

When mentioning the pastry in our country, Yan He thought of several things at once. In addition to ordinary steamed buns that cost 300 yuan each, there are also non-heritage pillow buns worth more than [-] yuan.

It is said that in the battle of Shunchang in the Southern Song Dynasty, the people made big buns to help the soldiers fight against the gold. It was one foot long and weighed three catties. When you were hungry, you could cut it to satisfy your hunger, and when you were sleepy, you could use a pillow to sleep on it. It has been passed down to this day and has become an intangible cultural heritage craft.

It's just that because the size of the pillow bun is too large, it is necessary to find a solid iron rod that is taller than a person to crush it.

But this is not a problem for Yan He, and based on her past experience, making this kind of dough that needs to be rolled with a long stick must be dry and hard.

Therefore, after Yan He mixed the old noodles made with rice wine, he first went to the operating table to press for a few rounds, observing the dryness and wetness of the dough, and adding water little by little.

After countless times of manual pressing by Yan He, the cross-section of the dough finally showed obvious layers.

It is precisely because of this that the taste of the pillow bun will be stronger and firmer.

Yan He pressed the dough into a dough, then sprinkled a layer of dry powder on top of the dough, folded and rolled, then sprinkled another layer of dry powder, folded and rolled again, and repeated this process for a full seven times before the pillow flap buns became layered. Clear and seamless.

Yan He's little trick: This is the standard method she summed up by the master chef, one pull, two presses, three presses, four folds, five rubs, six beats, seventy percent.

Then Yan He followed the traditional method of fermentation. Even if it was so hot at Qingcang Peak, she had to cover it with a small mattress, and then covered it tightly with a thick quilt, and smoked it with her fire spirit root for half a day. an hour.

The most delicious recipe says that steamed buns need to be steamed in a 48-inch deep iron pot, so that the body of the buns can be steamed without retracting, and the bottom of the buns can be crispy and delicious.

Yan He is naturally obliged to prepare this kind of deep iron pot. After covering the pot, use the fire root to control the heat and cook for half an hour. The steamed bun will be soft and fluffy until the bottom of the whole steamed bun is golden and crispy. The whole small kitchen is full of aroma.

This pillow bun is bulging, white and fat, the layers of cut noodles are clear and natural, and the deep noodle fragrance is ethereal and hot.

With the bean paste and egg drop soup that she had prepared earlier, it is a rich breakfast, oh no, it should be dinner at this point.

Yan He took these to the main peak of Qingcang Peak.

Everyone was shocked when they saw such a big thing.

Did they read correctly, did Third Senior Sister/Third Senior Sister go crazy this time?If there is nothing to eat, how can I give them a pillow?
Yan He cut the pillow into pieces in front of them, and patiently explained to them, "This is indeed like a pillow, but it's not a pillow. This is called pillow membrane. You can cut it into pieces and eat it when you're hungry." , I can use it as a pillow to sleep on when I’m sleepy, so I’ll ask you if this thing is good.”

Su Changqing immediately agreed, "Yes, yes, yes, I think this thing is very good, it is really useful!"

Mo Fei followed suit and nodded, "It's still useful."

Shangguan Lian'er didn't know what she was thinking, she didn't talk to her, her expression was a little gloomy, maybe she was thinking about the Shenhao Sect.

Chen Fang blinked, not to mention whether it was useful or not, but he really wanted to taste what it tasted like. It seems that the recipe should be quite complicated, and the size is big. Is it really better than ordinary steamed buns?

Yan He didn't hold back anymore, "You are welcome, just try it as you like, and tell me about your five senses experience after eating."

Seeing that the third senior sister had spoken, Su Changqing couldn't wait to pick up a piece and took a bite.

The dough that clings to the iron plate is crisp and firm, and the inside that has been bathed in steam is slightly moist and soft, with a firm and even taste, blooming layer by layer, like thousands of petals of lilies, melting in his hot mouth.

Let's dip some bean paste again, you can see his toes are pressed hard, you can see his pupils are round, just dipped in the rich salty sauce, like a salt-coated blade, carved into the tip of his blood-dripping tongue, moist and sticky The salty fragrance dives vertically, and the faint sweetness winds and circles.

Finally, Su Changqing tasted the steamed bun in egg soup again, and put a small spoonful of it into his throat. The freshness of the chicken soup gurgled and flowed vertically, and the heart of the pepper choked and chattered. Thick, full of soup, suddenly soft, Su Changqing couldn't stop sucking.

Seeing them eating with such relish, Yan He couldn't help showing a gratified smile.

Not only did she think that the Japanese improved raw toast became popular among them, and Americans added fillings to bagels, which became a popular delicacy on the internet.

However, it is also pasta, and the role of steamed buns seems to be to fill the stomach.

Yan He felt that more promotion and publicity was needed so that the steamed buns would be seen by more people and appreciated by the whole world.

Yan He thought uncontrollably, if she made Wan Jianzong the number one sect in the world, she would make the steamed buns more delicious, so that it would not only fill the stomach but also maintain vitality.