There is talent in everything you do, but what is more important than talent is whether you put in all your efforts.
Brother Ye kept thinking about what Yu Jian said. The sweat on his forehead was as dense as water, but it couldn't resist the heat in his heart at this moment.
On the plate in front of him, there was still half of the oil tart made by Yu Jian. Put it next to the one he made and compare it, and you could tell which one was higher and which one was lower. Only at this moment did he realize that what Yu Jian said was "still good".
Not bad." It was really just an encouragement to him.
He took a deep breath and thought of all Yu Jian's movements in his mind. He gritted his teeth and continued to knead the dough.
Yu Jian stood aside, feeling the high flames igniting around him, and nodded secretly. This child was far tougher than he knew, and he also had an aura of unwillingness to admit defeat in his heart. Children can be taught.
She watched quietly for a while, then walked out of the kitchen with two oil tarts.
The proprietress was cracking melon seeds again. She spent most of the time waiting for the opening to work hard with the melon seeds in the bucket, except... when she was being fed by the kitchen.
Watching Yu Jian come out, the proprietress wisely threw the remaining half handful of melon seeds back into the bucket, patted the crumbs on her clothes, and sat upright to wait.
Yu Jian smiled and reminded her: "Eating too many melon seeds will make you gain weight. Aren't you still clamoring to lose weight?"
The proprietress pinched the swimming ring on her belly, glanced at the oil tart in her hand, and curled her lips: "Wheat is the easiest to gain weight..."
"Then you don't want to eat?" Yu Jian pretended to put the plate away.
The proprietress hurriedly stopped her: "Hey - people are made of iron rice. If you don't eat even one meal, you will be starving!" Her mouth has been sharpened by Yu Jian, and her appetite has improved a lot. Every time Yu Jian gives her
You can eat everything you want, so why lose weight!
Seeing the bright white flower rolls on the plate, the proprietress became even more enthusiastic: "Oil tarts! I like to eat them best!" She quickly picked up one, and as soon as she touched her fingertips, she felt that the dough was unusually fluffy and elastic, and she carefully tore it open.
One thing, as expected, it was as thin as paper, with one layer covering the other. A hint of thin oily fragrance penetrated her nose, which stimulated her mouth to drool.
Carefully tear open a little bit and put it in your mouth. The aroma of mutton fat is mixed with the fragrance of vegetarian oil, wrapped in the chewy dough, filling your mouth. It is stained by saliva and melts quickly, with the slight sweetness of grains. In an instant,
It makes people get lost in it.
The flavor of mutton oil surges out in the heat. It is oily but not greasy. I just feel that it is just the right finishing touch, and it blends perfectly with the soft taste of the grains.
A thought suddenly came to the landlady's mind: How could this oil tower, a commodity in the market, be so elegant at this moment?
She took one bite after another, and quickly finished off the whole one. When she reached out her hand again, her expression became serious, she puffed her cheeks and stared at Yu Jian, and asked inarticulately: "I also want to eat meatball soup."
In Xinjiang Province, meatball soup and oil tarts are a perfect match.
"It's simmering in the pot, wait a minute?"
The landlady said "Oh", and continued to move her stopped hand, then picked up another one and started eating: "When the meatball soup is ready, I will eat two more." For now, this one will satisfy my craving.
The more you eat this stuff, the more delicious it becomes, and the more you eat it, the crispier it gets!
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"Ouch, what kind of smell is this? It's so delicious that my mouth is watering..." The diners hurried into the hotel door, stamping their feet and inhaling the aroma that filled the room.
The free food basin was piled high and covered with a special thermal insulation cloth. Someone had already taken the lead and lifted a corner, smelling the sizzling aroma of oil and salivating.
It is a local specialty to pat the hot oil tarts before eating. The taxi driver couldn't bear it and started eating while standing there.
After one bite, he felt the crispiness of the oily skin first, and then the softness of the inner core. One bite after another, each bite made him feel a different taste. Today he didn't even want to eat with his hands, he just wanted to eat it.
Eat oily tarzi and feel comfortable!
"How can we forget the meatball soup!" The driver happily took the full bowl of soup from Brother Ye's hand and took a nice sip.
The seemingly ordinary soup contains the infinite wisdom of the people of Xinjiang Province. It contains tender meatballs, firm beef slices, vermicelli, vermicelli cubes, frozen tofu and various vegetables. It can be eaten in one bite.
The delicious taste is so delicious that you can't help but shiver!
In this cold winter, who doesn’t want to drink a bowl of hot soup and nibble on two fragrant oil tarts?
"Cool--"
"tasty--"
The sound of admiration came one after another. Yu Jian experienced this kind of moment almost every day, so it was not surprising. But in the eyes of brother Ye, just using a bowl of ordinary meatball soup and oil tarts that everyone can make, he can gain something.
He was shocked when the diners praised it from the bottom of their hearts.
Although he was shocked, he began to think seriously.
Originally, he came to the restaurant to learn cooking, probably because he wanted to rebel against his sister. He was sincere for a moment, but he didn't take it too seriously. But at this moment, seeing the happy smiles on the faces of the diners, he felt like saying no.
The feeling...
It was a kind of joy that spread from the depths of his heart, sweeping through every cell of his body bit by bit. At this moment, his whole body wanted to shout loudly: What you are eating is the oil tart made by me!
This change in him was noticed by Yu Jian. It wasn't until the heat in the boy's eyes gradually became firm that she smiled softly.
It seems that this apprentice is taught by her——
"Is this right here?" Not far from the hotel, an old man and a young man were walking in the snow with difficult steps. The young man was carrying a huge backpack and had to carefully hold the old man's arm to remind him to be careful.
Underfoot.
The signboard of the old restaurant is getting closer and closer, and the old man's pace is getting faster and faster.
The young man followed, panting and complaining, scolding the careless little girl a million times in his heart.
"Yu Jian!" The old man pushed open the door and shouted angrily, "You stinky girl, come out!"
Before Yu Jian could realize what was going on, the diners moved first. A large group of old men stood up and stood in front of the landlady and the two cooks, looking at the visitors with unkind expressions.
He asked in a deep voice: "Are you here to cause trouble?"
The old man's newly emerged arrogance was half extinguished in an instant. He was so frightened by this posture that he shrank his neck and took two steps back unconsciously.
With this retreat, he stepped on the young man behind him who was about to follow him. "Ouch——" The young man swayed again and again, and was finally dragged down by the backpack on his shoulders. He fell directly into the snow and fell.
All fours in the air.
"My dear Teacher Guan - you don't want to get rich and kill yourself, do you?" The young man wailed for a long time, unable to get up, and kicked his legs in anger.
Teacher Guan??
Yu Jian felt something bad in her heart and looked through the gap in the wall. The old man who was holding his neck and still wanting to refuse was just closing the moon!