Wu Guoliang's mouth was slightly curved, he crossed his arms and said, "There's no need to taste it. This lotus cake of yours only looks good in shape, but lacks charm, and the natural taste is not much better."
Yu Jian didn't believe it, so he took the first one and put it in his mouth. Sure enough, as he said, the lotus petals were over-fried. Although the color was still the same, there was a faint bitter taste.
"But your pastry-making skills are just so-so." Wu Guoliang praised her again.
Unexpectedly, Yu Jian felt even more frustrated. There are three main processes in pastry making: baking, shortening, and wrapping. She controlled the oil temperature and time very well, so the only thing that went wrong was the baking process.
The puff pastry is made of water-oil dough, which is wrapped in puff pastry and then rolled to form layers of puff pastry dough.
Yu Jian pursed her lips and thought to herself that she would still need to study more in the future.
Wu Guoliang probably saw her little thoughts, smiled softly, and pulled him aside: "Look at how this cake is opened."
The proportion of puff pastry is also very particular. The proportion of lard, flour and beetroot juice must be strict. The vegetable juice for coloring must be purely squeezed without adding a drop of water.
After kneading into a dough, he began to pound the dough. This is a basic skill. The dough will be more moist after being pounded. Wu Guoliang used the same force to drop the dough, then picked it up, dropped it again, sprinkled a handful of flour, and put the dough on the
Cover with plastic wrap and let the sugar sit for a while.
Taking advantage of the sugar dough, he began to make the oil center. The large oil used by Wu Guoliang was as white as snow. With the support of the flour, it looked especially clear and white. Use your knuckles to knead the dough, slowly and evenly, and shape it into a round shape.
group.
The sugared dough needs to be pounded a few more times, so that the dough will be even more shiny and oily than the initial stage. For the second sugar dough, use low temperature and place it in the cold room of the refrigerator for two hours.
Wu Guoliang washed his hands, and the old man called Yu Jian on the ground: "It's dinner time, let's go, Uncle Wu will treat you to a big meal!"
"But..." Yu Jian still looked in the direction of the refrigerator reluctantly, hesitating and refusing to leave.
Upon seeing this, Wu Guoliang directly hooked her back collar and carried her out of the kitchen. Under her shocked gaze, he closed the door and locked it. He shook the key three times and put it into the pocket on his chest.
in the pocket.
That grinning mouth is clearly saying, stop thinking about it and leave quickly!
Yu Jianping didn't know where he went. There was no sound in the yard, and even Rhubarb was missing. He must have gone out to play.
Wu Guoliang sighed and said: "It's really troublesome. One of them is missing, but the other one is missing. Let's go and find your Uncle Jianping first."
Where did Yu Jianping go?
Wu Guoliang and Yu Jian went to the kitchen, leaving him alone with Dahuang. Although the dog was several times bigger than before, it was still as dirty as ever. The hair on its tail was so oily that it could be rubbed for cooking.
Yu Jianping thought about it for a long time, and could no longer turn a blind eye. He buckled the leash and took him to a small pond he passed by on his way back and forth. He had been to this place several times, and he was familiar with it. He didn't know when he came here before.
Why didn't I see Rhubarb? He must have sneaked out to have fun with the little bitch.
"Are you going down by yourself, or should I throw you down?" On the bluestone board beside the pond, a man and a dog were facing each other, refusing to give way to each other.
Dahuang clamped his tail in fear and kept whimpering towards Yu Jianping.
Yu Jianping blocked its path and said loudly: "You loved swimming when you were a child. Why do you become more timid as you get older?"
Maybe it's like you? Rhubarb showed a human expression. The water in this pond was as cold as ice, so it didn't want to go down.
"Woof woof -" yelled twice, Dahuang saw the opportunity, slipped out from between Yu Jianping's legs, and ran to the road, not forgetting to wag his tail at him a few times.
"Hey - you're still laughing at me, right? Just wait for me -" Yu Jianping couldn't help but see that a dog dared to laugh at him, and started to chase him.
By the time Yu Jian found the man and the dog, Yu Jianping was already furious. He held his waist and cursed on the road: "How many good things have I given you before? You white-eyed wolf, come back quickly..."
But not too far ahead, Dahuang sat on the ground with his tongue sticking out, raised his hind legs and licked his butt.
After watching with laughter for a long time, Yu Jian called Yu Jianping from behind. Who is raising what kind of dog? Dahuang is just like his owner, looking like a cheap thief. But Uncle Jianping has not been so happy for a long time.
Yes, happy. Even though he was scolding, he was smiling happily in his heart. This happiness also infected Yu Jian. She smiled and waved: "Uncle Jianping, come quickly, Uncle Wu said he would treat us to a big dinner...
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When all the haze dissipates, it would be great if we could stay in this moment forever.
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Wang Song smoked a cigarette, shaking his legs anxiously, and his eyes glanced at the mobile phone placed on the table from time to time.
Still no phone.
He suddenly stood up from the sofa, picked up the car keys, and walked out. Watanabe Murichi had just put pressure on him again.
"Wang Sang, aren't you the president of the Food Association? Why doesn't a little unknown chef listen to you?" Watanabe Murichi's tone is still calm, but no matter how you listen, it is full of sarcasm.
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Wang Song was about to break out in a cold sweat. He stood up straight unconsciously, suppressed the anger in his heart, and assured him: "Don't worry, Mr. Watanabe, I will definitely let you see Yu Jian tomorrow."
Only then was Watanabe satisfied: "Wang Sang, tomorrow is my last day in the capital, and I will fly to Europe early the day after tomorrow." The results of the intangible cultural heritage will be announced soon, and he must be there in person to witness this sacred moment.
Time is running out. If he can't bring anyone tomorrow, his prestige in front of international friends will be gone. For the sake of face, no matter what, he must see Yu Jian today.
"Ding——" A text message came through on his mobile phone. He took a quick glance and saw that it was the address of Yu's home sent by the person. He didn't dare to waste time and pressed the elevator directly to the underground garage.
Zhou Xiaoyan had completely forgotten about the business card. Privately, she didn't want Yu Jian to get into troubled waters.
Zhang Mingming leaned against the front desk and asked secretly: "Who is that person who came this morning?" He looked like a man with a dog-like attitude.
"What an idiot." Zhou Xiaoyan opened her lips slightly and spat out four words.
Zhang Mingming said again: "Sister Zhou, has there been any outcome to that matter last time?" He winked, hoping to get some gossip from Zhou Xiaoyan's mouth.
The play was acted together with him, and after half the performance, he roughly understood that the little boss probably wanted to use him to fish! It seems that there are people in this restaurant who have different intentions.
"What's the result? You haven't cleaned enough toilets for one month? Are you planning to clean them for another month?" Zhou Xiaoyan rolled her eyes at him, cursed, and patted the back of his hand lightly with the ornaments placed on the table.
I wrote two words: Someone.
The door curtain not far away moved slightly, and the shadow on the ground flickered, then disappeared quietly...