The staple food of the Tang Dynasty was mostly cakes. Even though Jiangnan was wealthy and the Tang Dynasty was powerful, the people of the Tang Dynasty could not change their habit of eating cakes.
This golden custard is actually made by steaming cakes.
Yu Jian took a relatively deep soup pot, heated it up first, then poured the milk into it, stirring in a clockwise direction to prevent it from sticking to the pot during the heating process.
When the white milk began to bubble, Yu Jian opened a small jar that he had just taken out, scooped out half a spoonful of golden soup, and shook her wrist slightly, so that the soup flowed into the boiling milk.
Cook for another minute, turn off the heat, and let the milk coagulate automatically. After about ten minutes, Yu Jian poured out the excess water, turned the pot over, and pressed it with his backhand, and the white, tender and slightly golden milk cubes appeared neatly.
Stand on the chopping board.
Yu Jian took a piece of clean gauze and covered them, and slowly pressed them down with her palms. She bought the abrasive tools at home on a whim last month. In addition to the basic shapes, the TB store also gave her many cartoon patterns.
She flipped through it, took out the puppy and kitten ones, and pressed them on the milk block one by one with each hand, and the white puppy shape came out.
The last step is to put the golden custard into the steamer repeatedly.
But in modern times, Yu Jian has improved the cooking method. He added hot water to the stove and boiled it first, then found a large steamer and placed it on it, spread some lotus leaves, and the cats and dogs lay quietly on the green ground.
On the leaves, there is an indescribable childishness and cuteness.
The upper lid should also be a breathable steamer lid. The iron sealing lid can easily condense water vapor, so the pastries will always be moist when eaten.
Yu Jian leaned over and looked at the fire under the stove, then added some firewood, and then calmly sat down on the bench to rest.
"It smells so good - Jianguo, what did you cook?" Yu's mother came out of the room while tying her hair, and asked Dad Yu who was coming out of the bathroom.
Dad Yu was stunned by her question. He lowered his head and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost half past eight! Oh no, breakfast hasn’t been made yet!
He turned around quickly and stammered: "I, I even forgot to make breakfast!"
Returning from the capital to Xiyu Village, we had to fly to train, train to bus, and car to ferry. We were on the road all day. Dad Yu was so tired that he started snoring as soon as he got into bed. He got up late this morning.
Huh? Why does it have a sweet milky smell? It’s so fragrant and mixed with the smell of tangerine peel and cardamom... Dad Yu twitched his nose hard, but he couldn’t distinguish the smell of other spices.
He pushed open the kitchen door: "Mom, where are you...A Jian? Why are you here?"
In the kitchen, Yu Jian squinted her eyes slightly, put an earphone in her ear, and muttered a few words in English.
"Why don't you sleep more?" Yu's father walked up to her and glanced at Yu Jian's cell phone beside her. There were several big words on it: High School English Listening.
After listening to the conversation in the earphones, Yu Jian clicked pause, took off the earphones, glanced at his father who was a little overwhelmed, moved his butt to the side, and made half of the stool available for him.
Pointing to the steaming stove, he said, "I made breakfast. It will be ready in five minutes."
Dad Yu looked at her with complicated emotions. They said that children from poor families have already become the masters of their own family, but their family is not poor at all. Why is his daughter so sensible?
He was so distressed that tears almost flowed out. He turned his head to calm down, sat down next to his daughter, put his arms around her shoulders, and gave her a big hug.
"My good daughter~"
Yu Jian was completely confused! What kind of drama was this sudden affection between father and daughter? She frowned and turned her head to look at the round back of Yu’s father’s head. She didn’t push him away, and it didn’t matter if he didn’t push him.
He could only say in a stiff voice: "I'm going to wake up Yu Yuan..."
So let go of me quickly...I'll be out of breath if I hold you any longer——
When Dad Yu heard this, he quickly let go of his hand: "Hey~ OK, Dad will call Yu Yuan right now."
When he walked to the door, Yu Jian suddenly thought of something and reminded him: "He is in my room."
Dad Yu paused and became angry again. He said, why is this brat so filial? He actually asked to sleep with his grandma last night. It turned out that he wanted to sneak to Yu Jian's place! Okay.
He went to Chencang secretly to see if he didn't educate him well!
Little Yu Yuan could never have imagined how he could eat his father's "fried shredded pork with bamboo shoots" as soon as he opened his eyes. He touched his banged-up forehead, and his little mouth was so pouted that it could hang from a bottle of oil.
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Glancing at his father who was looking around in his sister's room, he said quietly: "Dad, are you jealous of my good relationship with my sister?"
Father Yu slowly turned his head, looked at him for a minute, and showed a sinister smile: "Yes, I am jealous of you..."
Child Yu Jian screamed in horror, pulled up the quilt and buried her head in it like an ostrich...
We cooked white porridge for breakfast, and the side dishes were pickles pickled by Grandma Yu herself. Yu Jian also thoughtfully fried eggs for everyone.
Yu Yuan sat on the chair, piercing the egg with his chopsticks, nibbling on the yellowish edge of the omelette like eating candied haws, and his mouth was full of oil.
When Yu Jian brought the big steamer out and opened the lid, everyone at the table was drooling.
The milk cake has been steamed and expanded to an inch larger than before. It stands on bright lotus leaves, one white and one green, suitable for both movement and stillness.
Smell again, the smell of milk mixed with spices hit your nostrils, and even Grandma Yu swallowed unconsciously.
Yu Yuan couldn't help it for a long time. He stretched out his little hand to fish out the fat white puppy closest to him. Yu Jian held his paw: "Don't worry, there is still one last step." Hold it in your hand.
Take a small cup of wild honey and pour it evenly on top.
Now, the three colors of white, gold and green are connected into one, which is indescribable beauty. Father Yu glanced at Yu Jian in surprise. A layman would not know that as a chef, he knew his skills very well.
This pastry is not simple——
Regardless of whether it was simple or not, Yu Yuan took her sister's hand and bit down on the little white dog on the lotus leaf. Ugh - it's so sweet! The taste of honey and milk strongly impacted the mouth, and the pastry was soft,
It's a little harder than tofu, but it slides naturally into his throat without his little teeth chewing it.
He licked his lips, with sparks in his eyes: "Sister, one more!"
The way he begged for food made the whole table laugh.
"Ajian, did you use brine?" Father Yu hesitated for a long time, but finally asked.
Yu Jian nodded: "You can also use white vinegar, but I like to use my own brine."
Father Yu looked at her in disbelief: "Is this the brine you made??"
It was Grandma Yu who blamed him for making such a fuss: "Why are you making such a loud noise? Is it weird that A-Jian can make brine? Our family is a family of culinary experts!"