I don’t know when I heard that yellow-skinned millet is not suitable for making flour, as it is finely ground and coarse-grained.
No matter how much you polish it, it's not fine enough.
Now, facing a bowl of golden millet that was specially left behind, Chen Yu felt a faint desire to move in his heart.
Is it really not suitable? He hasn’t tried it, so he doesn’t believe it.
Sniff, it would be a pity not to use such fragrant grain to make some dough and ferment it to make some cakes.
Compared with normal spring millet, these cultivated with spiritual liquid are actually not much different. They have a rich fragrance, pure color and full stomach.
That's all there is to it, it doesn't have the many magical features of the spiritual plant, but he still put a lot of thought into it.
Mainly because I want to eat pastries.
In my previous life, yellow rice was a good thing for making noodle cakes. However, it didn't look like it was impossible to make this one. After thinking about it, I decided to give it a try.
But before that, he first cooked himself a bowl of gruel. It was mixed with two kinds of white millet and yellow millet. It was yellow and white in the bowl. It was hot and fragrant.
After taking a sip, a light sweetness soaks into the throat, and immediately a warmth flows in the stomach. This warmth is getting stronger. As the more rice porridge is eaten, it gradually turns into a heat flow and spreads to all the limbs.
Plop!
Plop!!
The heat was lingering in his heart. Chen Yu concentrated his mind and spirit and found that this heat penetrated into his blood and flowed throughout his body, and finally gathered in his heart.
Vaguely, the Yuan blood in the body grew a little stronger.
Finally, he tasted the effect of spiritual liquid cultivation. A full stomach was just because the gluttonous deer had no vitality blood in its body. In other words, the other party's absorption ability was far inferior to his, so he ate about twenty pills and lay on the ground all night.
A worthy recovery.
Chen Yu can absorb it with Yuan blood, so you can eat as much as you want without worrying about indigestion.
"The aroma can slightly refresh you, and the rice grains are similar to big grain beans, but the effect is far less effective."
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that he should plant some beans in the medicine field. Maybe bigu beans can strengthen the blood?
He lowered his head and pondered, but he didn't expect that when the beans were planted, the Qi had not yet entered the body, and the blood was not yet there. As for the beans, they were eaten and lost later, and there was no way to verify it.
Fortunately, when he planted the fourth batch a few days ago, he didn't plant the beans completely, but still planted some.
Just two nests.
Shaking his head, his attention returned to the pastries.
It's a bit late today. Let's wait until tomorrow. Go up the mountain to pick some herbs and come back. You can also add some medicinal materials to make a medicinal cake.
Just thinking about the taste is exciting.
The main ingredient? Of course it’s peach blossom.
I have decided to make a pot of peach blossom cake tomorrow.
It's so painful that you'll lose your teeth.
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It’s a joke to make peach blossom cake, but it’s so painful that you’ll lose your teeth. Chen Yu won’t ask for trouble. He’s the only one on the mountain who can eat the cake. If he really makes this thing, is it really a waste of food or a waste of himself?
As for Brother Chicken? It's such a waste. That guy never gives Master Chen a good look. There is really no need to put a hot face on a cold butt.
For the gluttonous deer... I'm sure he'll be jumping with joy. He's not afraid of hardship and will eat peach blossoms as snacks.
After thinking about it, it would be better to use some ordinary peach blossoms.
The peach blossoms are fragrant and the millet is fragrant and intoxicating. I think it will be a good pastry.
Washing and grinding rice.
Early the next morning, after Chen Yu had done his morning class, he lay on the stone mill and grinded a bowl of yellow rice 690 times.
Stop until it is broken into powder.
He didn't believe that he would still have so-called rough teeth after this.
Make it into a fine powder, mix it gently, then cover it with a layer of dry flour, seal it in a jar and wait.
Fermentation requires a process. Chen Yu took advantage of this time to go to the mountain and pick some herbs.
Wash and mash, brew and mix with water.
Another two days passed. The aroma of the noodles was already faintly audible, but in contrast, the original aroma of millet was much lighter.
In fact, if possible, he would prefer to use rice wine for fermentation, but there is none in the temple, only a pot of fruit wine that he bought back from the mountain not long ago for seasoning.
The method used now is also the method of making elixir. I had never done it in my previous life, but in my memory, my predecessor had done it twice with an old Taoist priest when he was a child, and he found it.
After the dough was fragrant, Chen Yu took out the dough sealed in the jar, then mixed it with the vanilla juice prepared earlier, mixed it, and then rolled out the dough and cut it into strips.
Since it was his first time, Chen Yu was a little unfamiliar at first, but after using the knife twice, he became proficient. After a while, he rolled out the dough thinly, and then kneaded it into small dumplings.
Opening the door, the sound of rain falling could be heard.
Wearing a bamboo hat, we went to the peach trees in front of the yard. Instead of touching the few trees on which the inspiration had been cast, we chose other ordinary peach trees.
It's actually easy to tell the difference between the two. The petals of those that used Lingji are still pink and tender, as if they will bloom for a long time regardless of the weather.
Ordinary peach trees are almost withered at this time.
Logically speaking, peach blossom cakes have to be made when the peach blossoms are first blooming. It is almost summer now. Even if the peach blossoms in this life are different from those in the previous life, it is difficult to continue to support them and they are visibly sluggish.
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Instead, there are young peach seeds.
It will take about three months for these young peaches to mature.
Chen Yu didn't pay attention to this. After picking the peach blossoms, he glanced at the thatched shed. It was empty. The stupid deer had gone somewhere. It wandered around a few days ago and hasn't been seen since.
Shaking his head and looking away, he immediately turned back. It was raining heavily, and it was falling hard, making his bamboo hat tick.
It rained last night, pouring down, and it kept pouring throughout the day. Fortunately, during this period, the ditches beside the mountains and fields were often dredged, so it would not be flooded and destroyed.
Moreover, there is a lot of accumulation in the pond behind the yard. I think I can plant the last medicinal seeds after the rain clears up.
When I returned to the kitchen, my vision dimmed.
It was early in the morning, but the sky was dark, so he had to light a candle on the window sill. Chen Yu put down the peach blossoms. Although they looked sluggish, it was okay.
After pondering for a while, he suddenly came up with the idea of making something novel, so he made edges and corners on the dough, added some salt and sweet root juice, garnished it with peach blossoms, put it in a ladder cage, and put it in the pot.
There is water below, and the fire is strong on the stove.
After waiting for about two-quarters of an hour, he opened the lid and took out the ladder cage. A burst of fragrance hit his nostrils.
Looking again, the water mist dispersed, and I could see the true appearance of the finished product.
"..."
How can I put it, after all, it is the first time and mistakes are inevitable, and as long as the taste is not bad, it will be fine.
The corners of his eyebrows twitched and he used chopsticks to poke an oval dough ball, and a vague peach blossom drooped on it.
Bite it down and savor it slowly.
After a long time, Chen Yu sighed, that's all, let's give it to the greedy deer. I think it's a good thing, so I have to share it.
After thinking about it, as if he was unwilling to give in, he took another bite, and finally sighed, then made the remaining dough into a pancake and put it on the ladder cage casually.
As for these steamed buns and peach blossom cakes that have been made, we will wait until the deer comes later. If it doesn't work, you can give it to the chicken brother. I believe it will not refuse because it shares weal and woe.