Liu Liping pulled up her daughter's collar and fastened her hat. Looking at Yu Jian who looked like a penguin in a thick down jacket, she still felt uneasy: "Why don't you let your dad go with you?"
Yu Jian shook her head like a rattle: "No, no, we have to go back to the capital tomorrow. You two should take a rest quickly. It will take a long time in the car!"
The weather is bad and all flights are suspended. The only way to go back is the green train. The key is that there is no train station in the county, so we have to take a bus for more than two hours to go to Linshi.
Liu Liping glanced at the snow that had become lighter outside and nodded: "Okay! Then be careful and ask your dad to pick you up after closing time at night."
Just as Yu Jian was about to refuse again, she pressed her shoulders and spun him around, sending her directly downstairs.
Xiao Hei stood in front of the door and looked at her back, looking up at the slightly familiar owner and mother. Liu Liping patted its head, and when the light shone on Yu Jian and reached the first floor, she closed the door: "I'm hungry.
Right? Let me feed you!"
Brother Ye is nineteen years old this year and is not very good at reading. After discussing with his sister Yelina, he decided to leave school early and start social work. But these days, without a diploma and lack of energy, it is difficult to drive and do logistics with Yelina.
Ye Lina saw it and was anxious in her heart. If this continues, how can she get a wife?
So when Brother Ye proposed that she wanted to be a cook, although Yelina had some objections, after thinking about it, it seemed like a way out. After all, Brother Ye usually took care of the food, and as for the taste... it was indeed a decent job.
"Aunt Guli, when will Sister Xiaoxi come?" Brother Ye patted his head honestly and looked outside the door eight hundred times.
The proprietress glanced at the time and replied: "You can see her in a minute at most." Their chef has a very strong sense of time and always arrives more than half an hour in advance.
Sure enough, as soon as Brother Ye raised his eyes, he saw a petite figure slowly approaching the hotel from far away. His eyes lit up, and he hurriedly greeted him, regardless of whether he was wearing a coat.
She waved and shouted: "Sister Xiaoxi..."
Yu Jian stomped the snow on her shoes, took the hot tea brought by Brother Ye, took a careful sip, and then expressed her doubts: "Why are you here?"
Brother Ye chuckled: "My sister has agreed with the boss lady to let me learn cooking from you here!"
At this time, the proprietress leaned half out from the cashier and called to Brother Ye: "Xiaoye, go to the stove in the back to light up the fire, we will start cooking later."
"Okay!" Brother Ye grinned shyly at Yu Jian and ran away as fast as he could.
"Pull Xiaoye away, what do you want to say to me?" Yu Jian approached the landlady and winked playfully.
The proprietress sighed helplessly, stretched out her index finger and tapped Yu Jianjie's forehead: "I understand your identity clearly. Although our restaurant is quite famous in this small county, we don't need you to be a world food champion.
Are you going to take charge?" Seeing that Yu Jian wanted to explain, she raised her hand to stop her and continued, "I don't know how long you can persist, but you have to train the next chef for me before you leave!"
Jinling is nothing but an object in a pond. This small world cannot trap a wandering dragon like Yu Jian after all. She is bound to travel in a wider world, just like the white-haired old man who came from afar many years ago...
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"The boss lady..." Yu Jian said quietly, but she didn't know what to say at all. The boss lady had considered everything, and even expected that she would eventually leave.
The landlady patted her on the shoulder and cursed with a smile: "Smelly girl. Put away your tears. Don't let others see it and think I'm bullying you."
As soon as these words came out, Yu Jian burst into laughter. The excitement she had just raised was instantly burst. She pouted and complained: "How can there be someone like you... Why don't you drive me away!"
"That's not the case! I just think that the Ye family's younger brother is better than you. Boys can endure hardship..." The landlady glanced sideways at her and gave various reasons insincerely.
Behind the kitchen door curtain, Brother Ye was really extremely honored and proud. It turned out that the landlady spoke so highly of him, and instantly the self-confidence that had been suppressed by his sister for many years came out again.
He felt he was okay again.
"Xiaoxi...Sister Ah Jian," Brother Ye patted his mouth, said "bah bah" several times, and smiled flatteringly when he saw Yu Jian's gaze, "I always can't remember your new name."
Yu Jian replied calmly: "The name is just a code name, you can call it whatever you like."
"Hey~ Sister Xiaoxi!" Brother Ye suddenly became happy, his eyes were full of curiosity, and he watched the movements of her hands eagerly, "Are you making oil towers? I can do this!"
oh?
Yu Jian looked at him with admiration, handed him the kneaded dough, and nodded slightly: "You try it."
The making of oil tarts is not difficult, but the important thing is to be careful and use oil. Brother Ye rolled out the dough into a rectangular shape with a serious look on his face, spread the oil evenly on the dough, and then cut it into pieces with a plastic board.
Divide into three equal portions. Roll out each portion of dough thinly and apply oil, slowly roll it into a flower roll shape, press it in the middle, and the plump shape of the oil tower will come out.
"Sister, look at it, it's white and tender and still smells of oil, isn't it beautiful?" Brother Ye held an oil tower in his hand and reached it in front of Yu Jian, feeling quite proud.
Yu Jian pinched the looseness of the oil tower and said without comment: "Finish the rest and steam it to try."
This was a great encouragement to Brother Ye. He quickly applied oil to the remaining dough, heated water on the stove, put the large steamer on the pot, and stacked the prepared oil towers neatly.
As the temperature gradually increased, the flames in the stove gradually became stronger. Listening to the sound of water boiling continuously, Brother Ye felt more and more uneasy.
Finally, the time to prove himself came. He opened the lid and let the hot air disperse slightly. Brother Ye took out an oil tower, blew in the hot air, and carefully tore open the white and oily dough, revealing the distinct layers of the inner layer.
It exudes a little oily fragrance.
Yu Jian took a bite carefully, feeling the humidity and temperature of the dough on the tip of her tongue, and then chewed it gently. In Brother Ye's expectant eyes, she smiled faintly: "Not bad."
Before Brother Ye could be happy, he said again: "However, there is still room for further progress."
As he spoke, he put the remaining piece into his mouth, washed his hands with cold water, and took out the dry flour again. He winked at Brother Ye who was stunned and said calmly: "
Xiaoye, watch carefully——"
The dough of oil tarts needs to be white, so the dough needs to be fermented for enough time; the amount of oil needs to be sufficient, which requires the alternation of meat and vegetables; the dough needs to be layered and soft, which depends on the skill of the master.
Yu Jian's hands moved rapidly, making Brother Ye dazzled, but he was also fully focused...