The rich cook: love you has a deep set of rules

Bai Qianqian climbed over the low wall, went straight to the carriage and asked cheerfully.

"Brother Zhao, are you finally back?"

Zhao Bin picked his eyebrows. Danfeng's eyes were dyed warm. He reached out and took out several iron plates from the carriage.

The plate was square, but there were sunken circles in the middle.

Bai Qianqian couldn't help cheering, "brother Zhao, it's very kind of you to let the blacksmith play the baking pan!"

Zhao Bin held the iron plate and helped him cross the low wall.

"I almost broke my mouth with the blacksmith. I used so much iron. The county government also needs to manage..."

"Oh, I know, I know.

Tonight, I specially fried your favorite meatballs, served with white gourd and Haimi fans, and steamed white rice for you! "

Bai Qianqian quickly asks for credit and stares at the baking pan.

Zhao Bin put the baking pan on the newly built oven in the corner of the yard. The oven looked strange. It is one person tall, and there are four up and down at the mouth of the stove.

This is a clay oven that Bai Qianqian has pondered for a long time.

Now, the baking pan is ready.

Everything is really ready. I only owe the east wind.

She rubbed her hands with joy and asked casually, "will you go to the hot spring tomorrow?"

"Go, why do you want to come together?"

Zhao Bin joked casually and got Bai Qianqian a white eye.

"I'm not going. There's no honey on the mountain at this time.

Besides, it's enough to save those for a while. I mean, I'll bring you some honey cakes for dry food tomorrow.

Keep your sweet tongue! "

Zhao Bin shrugged and said, "OK, if you don't swallow your tongue, I'll take back the baking pan!"

"No, there is no reason to take back the things given to others.

Man, don't let a little woman look down on me. "

Bai Qianqian held the baking tray and ran to the house, which made Zhao Bin laugh again.

He was handsome, and his dark complexion was blurred under the moon, which was more and more shocking.

Liu Yufang quietly returned to the stove and didn't know what it was like.

The son-in-law has good character and ability, and is good to his daughter, but he is not an ordinary person

Xiaomei has been making steamed buns with her master these days. She has long thought about the oven in the yard. I heard it in the evening.

Early the next morning, I ran over before dawn and helped me pack my bag for more than half an hour Zi.

Bai Qianqian finally checked the sleeves and hats of the boys to make sure they were clean.

She asked about the local ruffians in the city, "iron egg, can someone bully you again recently?"

"No, sister Qianqian.

The local ruffian who bullied me last time took a detour when he saw me. "

Iron eggs should be proud, and several of them also nodded fiercely.

"So are we. Those people don't come to trouble anymore. We eat two bags Zi every day."

Bai Qianqian was funny and asked, "don't be greedy. That bag Zi is for you to take care of the city gate and useful people everywhere."

"We know, sister Qianqian."

Iron egg was clever and said, "when we came to the city, we were all together, as long as one person gave us a bag Zi.

Like today, it's her turn. "

When she was suddenly reminded of this, she was bitter.

"I took two bean paste bags today. I thought it could satisfy my greed."

The boys laughed, and the yard became more lively.

When she finally sent them away, Xiaomei couldn't wait to urge her master to bake a cake.

Aunt Rong and Aunt Wang gave up the kitchen very consciously, and finally asked.

"Qianqian, do you want to call uncle Rong and start another room, even if it's a thatched shed.

You're all crowded in the kitchen. It's inconvenient to do anything. "

Qianqian said, "thank you for reminding me. I'll try with Xiaomei today. If the cake is baked, it's natural to build another straw shed."

Xiaomei was anxious and waved at my mother.

"Mom, stop talking. I'll be busy with the master first."

"All right, all right, hurry up, this girl... What a quick temper!"

Aunt Rong was provoked by her daughter.

In the kitchen, Bai Qianqian and Xiaomei were left for a moment.

Bai Qianqian took out several eggs, a small bowl of honey, a small bowl of vegetable oil and a large bowl of flour.

In addition, there are two strange lantern handles, one for each.

Xiaomei was surprised and asked, "master, can you make new snacks?"

"Yes, it's not difficult. It's just a waste of arms!"

Bai Qianqian made a Hercules move, which made Xiaomei more curious.

Of course, in less than a quarter of an hour, she fully understood what a useless arm was.

Finally, a pot of qualified batter was stirred, and the teachers and disciples couldn't lift their arms with acid.

"Master, do you want to mix it like this every day in the future?"

"Yes, we can't say. Our arms are thicker than our thighs."

"Wuwu, I don't want it!"

The two masters and disciples had fun in bitterness, but the joke was also lively.

Soon the oven was on fire.

A baking pan has 36 small round molds, only eight at a time.

After being carefully sent to the oven, Bai Qianqian personally mastered the heat.

The earth oven has no heat meter and can only rely on feeling.

Aunt Rong and Aunt Wang were curious. They didn't leave after they were busy. They accompanied Liu Yufang to make stitches.

The sweet smell from the oven is getting stronger and stronger. Let alone dumplings, Bai Lao mostly looks at it occasionally and looks forward to it.

Bai Qianqian estimated that the fire was almost ready, so he shouted Xiaomei to withdraw the fire.

Unfortunately, the firewood is withdrawn, but the waste heat in the oven is still there.

Soon, the sweet smell became paste.

Xiaomei jumps to her feet in a hurry. Bai Qianqian wears thick cotton gloves. In a panic, she opens the stove door and pulls out the baking tray.

Sure enough, more than a dozen cakes have become black faced Bao Gong.

As soon as Tuanzi's disappointed mouth shrivels, he will cry.

Liu Yufang just came over, hugged her son and said angrily.

"Why are you crying? Your sister hasn't cried yet. Isn't this the first experiment? It'll be better next time."

Bai Qianqian was also a little disappointed. He smiled at this.

"Yes, failure is success, her mother. Try it several times slowly and master the heat."

Xiaomei also said, "master, I think the oven will bake a little, preheat, and then send the baking plate in, and the firewood will be removed with the effort of a cup of tea.

In this way, it will be just right to stew and roast for a while. "

Bai Qianqian nodded. The two teachers and disciples picked up the baked cake and quickly began to bake the second furnace.

This time, although still a little angry, it's much better than last time.

Everyone divided a piece and bit it. The skin was crisp and the inside was soft. It tasted sweet. It was like a cloud.

"It shouldn't be called cake, it should be called cloud cake. Bite it like eating the clouds in the sky!"

Aunt Rong was filled with joy and emotion, which made everyone nod.

"Indeed, although eggs are added, the cake is not as good as cloud cake."

"Then listen to my aunt and call it cloud cake in the future.

If the fire of the next stove is smaller, it is estimated that it will be more soft. "

Bai qianhun doesn't care. He decides his name directly and is busy trying with Xiaomei.

Aunt Rong was surprised that she named such a delicious dessert.

In fact, the cloud cake is not troublesome. It is difficult to build the oven. It needs to be heated on all sides.

There is also the control of the temperature, which is not important.