"Can we be quieter? Don't just chatter as soon as you come back, learn from other people's bean sprouts, okay?" Night Ember pinched Yizhen's face, kissed her lips again, picked up her phone and continued to play the game.

"Why are you so indifferent to me? Yizhen sighed: "Look at these every day, show me hungry." Last night, I remembered the fourth-grade text "A Few Barley Cakes", and I couldn't sleep. Boom. ”

"If you want to eat it, I'll take you to eat it tomorrow, don't hum the little pig. He smiled at her, reached out and took the person into his arms, and touched his hair: "What a person, I still have a eating eye every day." ”

Yizhen said: "Isn't that good?" One day, if I ignore you, you can trick me back with good food. After finishing the words, he whispered: "I'll only tell you one person." ”

"Won't your conscience hurt if you betray yourself like this?" Night Ember looked at the time: "Okay, okay, it's not early, don't grind, hurry back to your little dark house to work." ”

Yizhen still grinds and chirps and doesn't want to go. Ember was impatient with her harassment, and pushed Yizhen into the bedroom, wishing to lock this Lusu essence inside.

Following.

Yizhen slept until ten o'clock, and was woken up by a phone call from Liang Xi.

"You're a devil. Liang Xi was indignant: "Why did you send me those small snack materials yesterday? I was so hungry that I couldn't sleep last night." ”

"Because I was too hungry to sleep last night. Yizhen turned over: "I have to find someone to accompany me." ”

"Oh. Liang Xi snorted coldly: "It just so happens that my mother has a chef friend who comes to teach at home, are you interested in coming to learn? ”

Yizhen listened, and immediately bounced up from the bed: "Have a little heart? Then of course I have to go." Wait for me, I'll summon my Hot Wheels right away!"

Quickly make good food for the bean sprouts, really tie up your hair, and before leaving, don't forget to go to the room where the night embers are gone, this young master has already left. Now I don't even leave her post-it notes, it's really indifferent.

Recently, there seem to be a lot of things in the company, and this man is not in a high mood and is easy to turn his face.

Yizhen was pushed into the small black room by him yesterday, and was a little unhappy, and drew an elph - representing the untamed little black man, haunting the grass. Helping Santa Claus make toys is very good for people, but likes to play pranks and is easy to turn his face. Yizhen uses this to satirize the fact that Nightember is absolutely moody.

I really remember that she had pasted the little black man in green to the bedroom door, and now she leaned over to see that a line of small words like insects crawling on the edge of the white paper were crookedly inscribed: It looks like you. Also note: Remember to eat lunch on time and don't open the door to strangers.

There was also a stamp on the side, Voldemort's pattern. The corners of Yizhen's mouth twitched. He actually made little Voldemort into a seal, how much he liked it. Hee-hee-hee, it's so cute.

Hurry up, Yizhen arrived at Liang Xi's house for about an hour.

"It's slow. Liang Xi beckoned Yizhen to wash his hands quickly, and the two watched making dim sum on the side.

This dim sum is Qingwen's tofu bag in "Dream of Red Mansions". Yizhen was recording a video on the side, and Liang Xi was taking notes with a notebook.

Wash the tofu skin with water, soak it in warm water, soften it and cut it into pieces. Served with small cut shiitake mushrooms, fungus, and spring shoots. Supplemented with minced ham to enhance the flavor. Add salt, sugar, chopped chives and minced ginger to make a filling, and finally drizzle with sesame oil.

As soon as the buns came out of the pot, Yizhen and Liang Xi went up and picked up a few from the plate. Soft, delicious and delicious.

"Oh, two hungry people are not afraid of burning their mouths. Yu Xin laughed and took the cup to pour water in the living room.

Next up is mille-feuille oil cake. The process is more cumbersome, and I don't bother to record it again after I really record half of it. washed his hands and helped Yu Xin to smear lard, sprinkle white sugar, and coated with diced sugar on the fat dough blank.

The last steamer, the effect is amazing. The hibiscus-colored cake is translucent, and the cake surface is embedded with red silk, and the taste is soft and sweet, with 64 layers. It's a work of art.

When Yizhen returned home, he brought a few small snacks, wrapped in red paper with kraft paper into squares, and tied small brown hemp rope on the outside of the paper bag. I couldn't help but smile, and sure enough, this is the charm of Chinese dim sum. It weighs heavily in your hand.

In addition to the tofu skin bun and mille-feuille oil cake, there are also dim sum with desiccated coconut filling and custard filling, which were made by the last four people together, with gourd-shaped, autumn leaf-shaped, bergamot-shaped and intarsia shaped, and Yizhen also wrapped a few hedgehog-shaped and bamboo rat-shaped ones, because they were too delicate and cute, they were snatched away by Liang Xi, and only two were left for her.

"Anyway, your young master doesn't like to eat dim sum, and you won't be able to finish it if you bring too much. Liang Xi said.

Yizhen came home and warmed up a glass of milk. Ember hasn't returned yet. Yizhen looked at his watch, this person seems to be coming home later and later recently, and I don't know if something happened to the company. But if you think about it, you can understand that with the disease of Night Jingquan, the affairs of the company will naturally fall on the heads of Ye Ember and Ye Qianmo.

Yizhen called him and said that he couldn't go back now, and he would go home for dinner later.

"Then when you come back, let's eat shrimp noodles. ”

"Okay. ”

"I brought you a small snack. ”

"You really went to buy it?" "Nightshade laughed over there: "I originally said that I would find a master to make it for you in a few days, where did you buy it?"

"How can I be hungry like that?" Yizhen smiled: "It's Liang Xi's family that has a pastry chef in the past, so I went to watch it." I also wrapped snacks. ”

"Got it. Don't run around alone at night, just wait for me to go back. He still had a meeting to go, and he was busy asking, "Do you want me to ask Lemon to come to your house with you?"

"Don't don't, don't be, keep looking for people at every turn, people should hate you. ”

"Okay then, I'll hang up first. ”

Yizhen drank the milk and continued to organize the materials. When I first talked about this illustration, my first impression was that it was a hodgepodge, rich and lush, like a food wall, and full of lively flavors. In terms of painting style, it is biased towards New Year's paintings, and it can be simple.

But now her mind has changed, there are many kinds of materials for Chinese food culture, and it is not a matter that she eats more and more by herself in such a trade-off.

What is the meaning of traditional food? It's not just delicious, it's mostly connected to memory. She has just come from the New Year, and it doesn't matter if she eats it or not, first of all, she is satisfied in the memories - the rich atmosphere, the emotional temperature, the taste and the visual complement each other. It was only when we met again that we were so amiable.

Not long ago, she saw an article in a book, mentioning the dense impressionist diagrams, which are very good at color matching, leaving it to the audience's eyes to mix.

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