After everything was done, Xiaoxiao called over a helper that she asked the queen to find in the imperial kitchen. She handed him the long chopsticks and asked him to stir vigorously with the chopsticks in the small basin. After stirring for about half an hour, Xiaoxiao asked him to stop.
When it comes down, the air has fully entered the egg liquid and it has become a thicker fluffy body...
"Okay, now just put it in the steamer and steam it."
"My dear, this is very similar to how you make steamed buns."
Xiaoxiao nodded slightly and said with a smile, "The principle is the same, but the taste is very different."
"Your Majesty, you know a lot. This is the first time I have seen this kind of practice."
Xiaoxiao shook her head, wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeves, and said softly, "It's nothing special, it's just fresh. Just remember this recipe. Maybe the emperor likes it, and you can still eat it in the future."
I cook it for him often."
"I have already written it down. According to my opinion, this food must be delicious and the emperor will definitely like it."
Cake is easier to make, but biscuits are a bit more troublesome.
It took her almost two hours to get both things done.
Finally, it was time to warm the milk. As soon as the milk was warmed, I heard a sound of greetings coming from outside.
It was Xuanyuan Mo and Xuanyuan Che who came together, and Xiaoxiao heard the voice of Xuanyuan Che greeting the queen.
Heat the milk in the spoon and pour it into the porcelain cup.
The cake has been steamed, soft and crispy, and exudes an attractive aroma.
Xiaoxiao cut the cake and divided it into several portions, then ordered several palace maids to carry it.
After leaving the small kitchen, I saw Xuanyuan Mo sitting next to the Queen, drinking tea.
Xuanyuan Che saw Xiaoxiao at a glance and hurriedly stood up and walked towards her.
"Why is there so much flour on you?"
He stretched out his hand, wiped her face gently, and said in a cold tone, "It's all over her face. Why did it end up like this when I asked you to make breakfast?"
Xiaoxiao remained motionless and let him wipe the flour off her face. Xuanyuan Che's warm palms gently rubbed her face. Although his tone was very cold, his eyes were filled with tenderness.