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Chapter 199 Flower Cake

The flower cake is actually very similar to the noodle cake that Lan Huaer made before, but it is not a pancake, but a steamed cake.Although people in the village seldom eat steamed pancakes, those in wealthy families still steam some pancakes during Chinese New Year.

The reason why it is said that people with good family conditions can afford steamed pancakes is because steamed pancakes are not as good as pancakes, and they are generally made with white flour.If it weren't for the family's affluent conditions, they couldn't afford white flour.Even if they could barely afford a buyer, no one would dare to be so extravagant.

In modern times, people in the city liked to use other coarse grain flour to steam pancakes or steamed buns, but at this time, it seems that there is only black flour.When they usually make pancakes, they use the kind of black flour that is ground from coarse grains, and the taste is really unflattering.

As for mung bean flour and red bean flour, no one has researched it yet.Lan Hua'er didn't even bother to study how to make these flours.

Lan Hua'er doesn't have a lot of white flour at home.She also made a special trip to Yan Dalang's house, and told Guan Ju that she wanted to use flower petals to make pancakes, and asked Guan Ju to support some white flour in reserve, and agreed with each other that when the pancakes were made, Lan Huaer would give them to her again. She shared more, which was considered to be returning the white flour.

Thinking about it carefully, after time travelling, she seems to have never seriously made steamed pies.Now that she wanted to do it, she decided to be ruthless and make it the most delicious in her mind.

Of course pork is required, and lard must be wrapped in it.There are cabbage at home.Lan Hua'er also made a special trip to the mountain, picked some fresh fungus, chopped them and mixed them in the meat stuffing, then added diced green onion, minced ginger and salt and sugar.

There are no roses on the back mountain, so rose cakes cannot be made.But Lan Hua'er specially picked out the flowers with a more fragrant smell, carefully broke off the petals, and then put them in a jar of honey to soak them for later use.

She didn't know how the petals are processed in modern rose cakes. Anyway, after she tasted them, she felt that the petals tasted a bit dry, and some had a slightly bitter taste, which couldn't be removed after many times of watering, so she I simply soaked the petals in honey, thinking that if I do this, I will definitely not have the astringent taste anymore.And in this way, the filling can also have a little honey taste, which is probably more delicious.

To make a pie, you must use warm water when kneading the dough, not very hot, just use slightly hot water.In this way, the noodles that come out are particularly soft, so that the skin can be made thinner.

However, in this dynasty, it is estimated that everyone would prefer to eat pies with thicker crusts.Especially people like Zang Lang must feel that the thicker the skin, the better.He likes it when it's as thick as a steamed bun. The steamed bun is full.At worst, steam another meatloaf, tear open the steamed bun and fill it with minced meat.

If the skin is rubbed too thin, the taste will still be bad.

Lanhuaer has eaten some pies with very thin skins before, because the flavor of the fillings is too strong, and the skins are too thin, so that the whole thing is like eating a fried dish that is too salty. Didn't feel like eating a pie at all, and it wasn't good at all.

It is the first time for her to make it, and she doesn't know what kind of seasoning should be matched with what thickness of the dough, so she can only adjust the thickness of the dough while licking a little filling to taste the taste.

When she first crossed over, she couldn't face each other at all.

After living for these years and living in the north again, she is very familiar with this work now.In order to prevent Zang Lang from robbing her of the work, she didn't tell Zang Lang in advance about making pancakes. She was busy in the kitchen alone after Zang Lang went to work in the field.

Because I was busy making pancakes, I didn't cook them seriously for lunch. I just steamed some things casually, and I didn't cook stews or stir-fries at all.Fortunately, Zang Lang didn't have any objections, so he ate it silently.

The crucian carp soup for Aru had to be cooked, so even she and Zang Lang had fish soup to drink every day, which seemed not so bleak.

The most troublesome part of making pancakes is the preparation of fillings and dough.After the fillings are all chopped and the dough is ready, just wrap it up and throw it in the steamer to steam it, and it will be served out when the time is right.

This is the first time for Lanhuaer to make noodles, and I borrowed noodles from another family, so I couldn't help but feel a little nervous.If it wasn't for fear that the pancakes would not be steamed well, she couldn't help but lift the lid of the steamer every few minutes to look at it.In the end, she wanted to run directly outside the door to hide, but that didn't work, the stove at home was not a modern gas stove, and she had to sit beside it all the time to light the fire.

After finally calculating the time, when the flower cake came out of the oven, Lan Hua'er didn't even have time to wait for the flower cake to cool down, and regardless of being hot, she directly picked one up from the steamer and quickly took a bite.

The white flour pancakes are very soft, and when you bite down, there will be a tooth mark.The pancakes just out of the oven were very hot, and Lan Hua'er was so hot that tears came out, so she could only open her mouth again, wheezing her tongue reluctantly, while changing the hand holding the pancakes back and forth.She was young and her skin was tender, so her hands were burned red all of a sudden, but she was still reluctant to let go.

Pies are best eaten fresh from the oven.

Lan Hua'er pouted and blew on the pancake in her hand for a long time, finally waited for the pancake to cool down, and bit it impatiently.

Her craftsmanship is naturally not as good as those of the previous modern pastry chefs, and the seasonings used are not as exquisite as modern ones.However, as far as the ingredients in her hands are concerned, she thinks the pancakes are already well made, at least it tastes like filling her mouth, it has both the fragrance of flowers and the strong taste of pork.She cruelly put lard, so the whole pancake looked very slippery.

Although honey is mixed in the stuffing, there are not many honey ingredients, just some that stick to the petals, and it will not look sweet when mixed in the meat stuffing, but it brings out a fragrance, and the taste is even stronger. Pork is not in vain. Fei Lanhua is licking the raw stuffing and trying to adjust the taste of the stuffing.Compared with the pancakes I ate before, it's like heaven and earth.

The noon meal was cooked with little effort, and Lan Hua'er was so focused on waiting for the pancakes that she didn't eat much at all.Now that the pancakes were out of the oven, she ate three of them in one go before stopping.

If you don't eat these freshly baked pancakes while they are hot, it would be a bit of a waste.

Lan Hua'er simply used the large leaves prepared earlier to divide the flower cake into several portions and wrapped them up, put them in baskets, and sent them out directly.As for the ones left at home, she just left them in the steamer and put them back on the non-burning stove, and then steamed them back when they wanted to eat later.

She wanted to send out all the pancakes while they were still hot, so she left in a hurry, and gave Guanju one and Fang Ning'ai one, and a few young ladies who gradually became familiar with each other also gave some.

Because she was in a hurry to hurry, she just delivered the pancakes, then turned around and left, and couldn't even wait to hear if someone ate a pancake and said whether it was good or not.

After walking through several households in the village, there was still the last flower cake wrapped in leaves left in Lan Hua'er's basket.She stretched out her hand to touch it, and felt that the cake still exuded a little warmth, so she smiled, turned around and walked quickly towards the direction of licking.

This is what she kept for Zang Lang.

Zang Lang ate at noon, but at this time, Zang Lang must be a little hungry, and he reckoned that he could still eat the pancakes.It's rare to make it, and she doesn't want to send it around in the village, but let Zang Lang eat it reheated.If she sent pancakes to Zang Lang again at this time, the people in the village would definitely make fun of her again.

However, after chatting with Guan Ju, Lan Huaer felt that she should probably be more proactive.

There is no need to be too obvious, but when you think about Zang Lang and what you want to do for him, don't think too much, just do it according to your heart.

Suddenly I saw orchids going to the field, and the people who were working in the field all showed strange expressions.Zang Lang even went up to meet him in a hurry, and asked nervously:

"Little lady, is there something wrong at home? People from my family are bullying you again?"

"Why can't you think of something better. It's okay, I can't come and see you." Lan Hua'er was amused by Zang Lang's nervous look, and reached out to touch the bag of pancakes in the basket to make sure The pancakes were still warm, so I happily held the pancakes in my hands, and carefully unwrapped the big leaves wrapped outside, "I brought you something to eat. I steamed the pancakes at home today, and it's still warm right now." It’s hot, I’m thinking of bringing it here for you to taste, it won’t taste good when it’s cold. Try it and see if you like it?”

"okay."

Zang Lang scratched his head, and then his face changed into a smile. He reached out to take the pancake from Lan Hua'er, but Lan Hua'er patted the pancake on the back of his hand.

"Your hands are dirty. Don't just come here to get the pancakes. You want to eat all the mud. If you say that there is sand in the pancakes I made, I won't admit it. Go wash your hands and come back."

Zang Lang then looked at his hands, and found that there was a lot of mud on them, so he couldn't help laughing again:
"Oh, I didn't pay attention. I don't mind."

"It doesn't matter to you, it matters to me." Lan Hua'er glared at him, "I finally made pancakes, shouldn't you eat them well. What kind of way to eat them with mud on them. If you like it, be careful and I will make it every day I'll cook with mud for you. Wash it off quickly."

Zang Lang chuckled again, saw Lan Hua'er staring at him, then quickly turned around and went to the ditch next to him to wash his hands.

(End of this chapter)