Dressed as the vicious stepmother of the villains

Chapter 299 New Pastries

It takes a long time to grind out an imperial decree.

Writing an imperial decree doesn't even take the time for a cup of tea.

After the old emperor danced around, he put the pen aside.

Ji Yunshu stared at the hard-won marriage decree solemnly, his eyes were crystal clear for a moment, but soon disappeared.

He is the majestic king of Qingping County, and he cannot lose his composure in front of so many people.

"Okay, let's announce the decree on another day." The old emperor waved his hands, did not stay in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, put his hands behind his back, and was about to stride away.

Eunuch Li followed closely behind and only took two steps. The old emperor glanced at him. He picked up the plate of milk squares very cleverly and followed behind the old emperor.

The Hall of Supreme Harmony, which was still noisy just now, fell silent for an instant, only the father and two were left looking at me and I looking at you, silent to each other.

Good boy, Yu Feique finally broke the silence, "Father, should you tell mother about this happy event, or should I tell mother?"

The corner of Ji Yunshu's mouth twitched, and he glanced at Longan, "Let the imperial decree tell."

It means to tell Qiao Lianlian again when the decree is announced.

Yu Feique had no objection, and she also wanted to see her mother's shock.

Not only that, but before the decree was announced, she wanted to tease her mother.

"Father, I'll go back first, it's not easy today, and I even sacrificed a plate of pastries." The little girl pursed her lips a little aggrieved.

That milk Xiaofang, woo woo woo, she really wants to eat it too.

But for the sake of her father and mother, she gritted her teeth and contributed.

When the mother officially married the father, she must pester the mother to make a few more, so that she can eat enough.

Well, definitely!
The eldest girl waved her hand and ran away bouncing all the way.

Ji Yunshu suppressed the curvature of the corner of his mouth, and also left the palace.

Because of status restrictions, Yu Feique wanted to enter Qingping County Prince's Mansion, but it was too late for her to go.

Ji Yunshu was the first to meet Qiao Lianlian.

Lianxin courtyard.

The virtuous and virtuous stepmother is preparing pastries for the children.

Now the weather is gradually getting hotter, except that it is a bit cooler in the morning and evening, and the temperature at noon is already quite comfortable.

This season is the most suitable for eating all kinds of pastries.

Sixilou has its own traditional pastries, such as Hawthorn Cake, Walnut Cake, Lotus Cake, and Linglong Cake.

The traditional craftsmanship of the master craftsman is beautiful and exquisite. The only pity is that the taste is a bit poor. Of course, it may also be due to material restrictions.

For example, to make lotus cakes, boiled lard is used. The cakes are crisp and crispy, and the ground is covered with scum after a bite. It can also be regarded as Sixilou's signature dim sum.

But lard is too greasy, and it is easy to get angry if you eat too much. Young women and children may not be able to accept the faint smell of lard.

Knowledge is very important at this time.

Qiao Lian has seen all kinds of modern oils, and she realized that maybe lard can be mixed with vegetable oil, which not only improves the aroma but also reduces the greasiness and peculiar smell of lard.

The choice of vegetable oil is also very important.

Rapeseed oil has a strong taste, and sesame oil is too fragrant. Only sunflower oil may meet the requirements.

But sunflower seeds aren't all that popular, let alone sunflower oil.

Qiao repeatedly entrusted many people, traveled to many places, and finally bought the sunflower oil he squeezed from a farmer's house.

If she can't buy it anymore, she will consider growing her own sunflower seeds for frying oil.

Fortunately, she finally got it, and signed a contract with the other party, and she will accept all the sunflower oil squeezed by the other party in the future.

The so-called clever woman can't cook without rice. With good oil, it is much easier to make pastries.

Qiao Lianlian first learned how to make lotus cakes from the teacher of Sixilou, and finally added mixed oil instead of pure lard.

Immediately afterwards, walnut crisps, peanut crisps, rose crisps, and flower cakes were all arranged.

Walnut crisps and lotus flower cakes are all made by master craftsmen, such as rose halva, flower cakes, etc., I am a little surprised.

The current master of Sixilou in Beijing is Qiao Lianlian's old acquaintance, the chubby Master Zhou.

He was incredible, "Flowers can also be made into cakes? Roses don't eat dead people, do they?"

Qiao Lianlian covered his mouth and smiled without explaining. He carefully washed the freshly picked flowers with a soft cloth, sprinkled a layer of sugar on them, and marinated them for half a day.

The sugar will make the roses soak in water, and when the sugar is almost melted, you can rub it with your hands.

The part of the flowers rubbed is complete, the part is broken, and the half-wilted state is enough.

Finally, pour in thick honey and marinate for a week, which is the rose stuffing.

The filling of the flower cake is not complicated, but the skin is a bit troublesome.

The reason why the skin has layers of crisp is that a layer of oil skin wraps the crisp skin and overlaps back and forth to make a thousand layers of crisp skin.

This overlap is nothing more than that, the key is that after rolling one round, you have to wake up for a while, roll it flat, roll it again, and wake up for a while.

After rolling back and forth four or five times, the rose filling can be rolled into a ball and carefully wrapped in the meringue.

The wrapped flower cakes are round and white, and they need to be pressed lightly to straighten them into a flat and round shape, and then they can be thrown in for frying.

That's right, fried.

There is no oven in this dynasty, and all dim sum with oil are deep-fried.

Just imagine, a lot of oil has been added when making it, and fried again, the oily dim sum that comes out is delicious, but many people can't enjoy it.

Of the five children in Qiao Lianlian's family, only Little Fatty and Little Ge'er could accept the deep-fried puff pastry, and the others would not touch a bite.

But without an oven, she has no choice but to fry it.

Put the flower cake in the [-]% oil temperature, first set the shape and not move, wait until the outer skin is crispy and hard, then turn it over gently.

Fry until golden on both sides, then remove and control the oil.

Qiao repeatedly hated the oil, so he wrapped the flower cake with a clean cotton cloth to absorb the oil from the outer skin, then carefully cut it open, placed it on a plate, and handed it to Master Zhou.

"This, flower, is it really edible?" Master Zhou didn't dislike the flower cake oil, but expressed his fear of the filling made of flowers.

Qiao lost his mind again and again, so he could only try a bite himself, and he tasted it cautiously after making sure that no one would die.

The sauce made of flowers is slightly sweet, with the unique fragrance of roses, not greasy at all.

The puff pastry on the outside was fried just right, without absorbing too much oil, and a layer was absorbed by the cotton cloth, which would be infinitely close to the state of being baked.

Once bitten, only two "clicks" were heard, and the slag began to fall.

Edible and delicious.

Master Zhou praised one after another, his tongue turned up and down, but he couldn't say anything else.

Shopkeeper Hu took the opportunity and said, "I knew that what Miss Qiao made must be unusual. It was Lao Zhou who questioned you, but I never questioned you."

Master Zhou was so angry that he wanted to quarrel with him, but he rolled his eyes because of the flower cake in his mouth.

Qiao Lianlian covered his mouth and smiled helplessly.

Although the flower cake was delicious, she was not satisfied with the way it was fried. If possible, she would like to bring the oven over.

(End of this chapter)