I'm cooking in the interstellar

"I'll make a brushed mochi first, Xiaoyi. After you wash the dishes, please help me mash the taro into a puree." Fang Qingnuan rolled up her sleeves and began to put the required materials on the sink.

"Yes, Master." Xiao Yi walked to the sink with the tableware and put it down, then put the pot in and washed it together. He responded obediently.

We had a pleasant dinner, and Zhaocai changed his arrogant behavior in the past two days. When he was full, he cooperated and let her rub him all over. Isn’t it easy to make a little dessert that the sweet-loving little guy likes to eat, then lift it up and kiss the cat, sucking the cat from head to tail?

The shovel officer gave a meaningful silly smile and began to pour glutinous rice flour into the bowl on the electronic scale.

"Only Zhaocai and I can eat it, and this takes up a lot of space, so I plan to make only four. If you want to make more, just increase the amount according to this ratio." After all, I ate high-calorie fried food in the afternoon. , although she had tried to cook as little dinner as possible, she was actually almost full now, "120g of glutinous rice flour, 30g of corn starch, and 20g of sugar."

"Weigh it and pour it into a basin, and then add 20g of corn oil." She walked to the refrigerator and took out a small can of sweet milk. She blocked it with her hand and reminded the system to help put the mosaic on it. Then she lifted the tab of the aluminum can and put the milk in. Tons and tons of it were poured in, "150g of sweet milk, I don't recommend the brand you want to buy. If you don't have sweet milk at home, you can just add 10g of sugar to regular milk."

[The stars are so quiet tonight: Be rigorous! The anchor knows how to make mosaics [covers mouth and laughs]]

[Shasha: The milk manufacturer hastily sent someone to deliver the contract to the anchor. With her advertising package, you will be sold out tonight! 】

[abandon: This is really possible, because I have already started searching for the keyword 'sweet milk']

[Xiao Ming loves to eat bread the most: I am a big fan of desserts. Fortunately, there is a lot of taro in stock, and it sounds like glutinous rice flour will not be out of stock easily. I will start stocking up as soon as I can buy sweet milk! [Expectation][Excitement]]

[Ginseng Doll: Brother, you are such a crow’s mouth. The glutinous rice flour is out of stock▼_▼Now I bought a few kilograms of glutinous rice and plan to grind it myself! 】

[No more krypton: Oh my god, I suspect that there is a milk dealer living in our live broadcast room. I have already refreshed two products with the label 'Sunny Milk of the Same Style'=. =]

[[Administrator] Troll 111: Send me screenshots in private message, lawyer’s letter warning! 】

"Mix these 'stirrings' evenly, and then pass them through a sieve." She placed the sieve directly on the snow pan and slowly poured it down to remove the paste. "The pot must be non-stick, otherwise you A domestic robot might become so angry that it becomes so difficult to wash pots that it shuts itself down."

Putting the sticky mesh and small basin into the sink that Xiao Yi had just cleaned up, Fang Qingnuan felt guilty and relieved. Who knows the joy of not having to wash dishes and pots?
"Although the next step is simple, it will test your patience." She put the pot on the stove and heated it slowly over low heat. "Don't be in a hurry. Stir while heating."

"For those who want to be lazy, you can ask for help from the little robot at home." Fang Qingnuan called the waiter and asked him to imitate his own movements. "You can turn off the heat when you stir it into a translucent cooked dough. I will stop after a while. If you give me a close-up when the time comes, your robot should be able to imitate the video."

Putting the wok on the stove, she brought another half bowl of glutinous rice flour and said, "The glutinous rice flour we bought is all cornstarch. We will need some cooked flour later, so we need to fry some for later use."

"The fried glutinous rice flour is a bit similar to the fried flour when we made 'baked cabbage' before. It is also stirred slowly over low heat, so we must also pay attention to safety issues."

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"I got it, I got it!" Admiral Howard excitedly put down the half piece of crispy pork in his hand and showed the order information to Jasmine. After receiving a compliment of "This is pretty much it", he gave his son a proud wink.

"King of support" Bobo immediately puffed up his cheeks and praised vaguely: "Wow~ Dad is great! We will be able to eat the same dessert that attracts wealth in a while!" "Let's go to the kitchen together in a while." Jasmine used a spoon. Stirring the hot apple and orange tea in the bowl, she said to the father and son who were expecting her to wash her hands and make soup, "You two can only eat if you help me. As for that brat in Denver... let him be hungry."

"Yes!" Bobo gave a funny military salute, then grabbed a small piece of crispy meat and ate it, completely regardless of his brother's life or death.

"Is he still upset about that matter?" Anthony thought of his sluggish appearance after talking to his son yesterday, and sighed with hatred, "I don't know who this love brain has followed... Hey Bobo, how can you treat me The meat was eaten!"

"Hey, we Bobo are still discerning." Jasmine shook her head and was speechless at her eldest son's dissatisfaction. She instead pinned her hopes on her younger son, "What kind of girlfriend do you want to find in the future?"

"Of course she is a girl like Sister Qingtian, who is beautiful, has good craftsmanship, and always smells good!" Bobo replied without thinking, and then exclaimed in ecstasy, "Mom, Dad, I know!"

"Huh?" "What?"

"It's too difficult for Sister Qingtian to fall in love with my brother. What do you think..." The little guy covered his red cheeks with his oily little hands and asked in a long voice shyly, "How about I... take action in person...?"

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"All your dishes have been served, please take your time and enjoy." The little food delivery robot slowly exited the room, leaving the three of them staring.

Just now, two old friends were looking through the video of Qingtian's previous live broadcast. After judging that the shop owner had plagiarized it based on the time and trust in the little anchor, Mu Linfeng no longer had the intention to eat. The dishes that I was so full of food two days ago that I couldn't bear to put down my chopsticks suddenly pale in comparison to the master-level craftsmanship of Qingtian that I tasted in the live broadcast room.

"This, from the appearance point of view, looks like it." He looked at the food on the exquisite plate and asked two old friends who looked a little uncertain, "What should I do now? Do you still want to eat?"

"Humph, it's a good thing that the little anchor just puts a bowl on a plate and starts eating, otherwise he would have stolen his plating skills." Lin Maoshan picked up the chopsticks in front of him and picked up a large piece of steak, " Eat, why not eat?”

"Taste the difference." Casper calmly picked up the spoon and touched the caramel pudding in front of him, "After all, I am the one who has eaten the genuine caramel pudding."

"Bah! You have the nerve to say that!" Dean Lin smelled the smell of the food in disgust and decided that it was not as good as the one made by the little anchor. He immediately got angry, "That's what I got for my hard work in answering questions!"

"Calm down, let's have a taste first." Professor Mu had no choice but to do his job as a peacemaker, and picked up a chestnut himself to eat. According to the two old classmates, they only need to eat the dishes that the little anchor has activated sensory sharing first, and decide immediately which one is better.

"Bah! Bah! Bah!" Lin Maoshan made an even more angry voice.

"Are you so angry?" Casper couldn't help but frown when he tilted his spoon a little and dug out a piece whose shape didn't suit his taste.

"We are all old classmates, what's the conflict..." Mu Linfeng put down his chopsticks and planned to continue persuading.

"That's not what you're talking about." Lin Maoshan pointed at the big mouthful of steak he spit out and said in a disgusted tone, "This big steak has not even removed the smell of odor. How can it be compared with a small anchor?"