The lotus seeds Gu Qianqian bought were all cored, but they didn't need to be processed too much.

After Lu Zhiang got it, he cleaned it seriously, his movements were soothing and gentle, and his face was full of soft smiles, as if he was his lover.

After washing, he put the lotus seeds in the pressure cooker, added an appropriate amount of water, and activated the pressure cooker's bean mode.

At this time, Gu Qianqian suddenly sighed softly.

Hu Lei was puzzled, "Qianqian, what's wrong?"

Gu Qianqian shook her head, "It's strange, I've heard that the classical pastry chefs are all people who stick to the old ways and eat the old, and they resist or even dislike all modern tools. But look at him, he's very skilled in pressure cookers! This man is an outlier among the classical pastry chefs!"

After all, Hu Lei didn't know much about classical pastry chefs, and he felt a little strange to hear Gu Qianqian say this at this time. However, when you think about it, you can not only stick to tradition, but also absorb and accept new things, and this person has a future.

Hu Lei and Gu Qianqian's muttering voices were extremely small, and Lu Zhiang only heard a whisper, but he didn't care. In a short time, the pattern set by the pressure cooker was completed, and after skillfully deflating, he opened the lid. In an instant, the frost-white water vapor rose out, accompanied by a faint fresh and fragrant smell, and when the water vapor dissipated, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as he looked at the lotus seeds that had become soft at the bottom of the pot.

Involuntarily, he thought of the factional battle of pastry chefs, and was it really right to put such a convenient and fast modern tool without it?

Shaking his head at the jumbled thoughts, Lu Zhiang continued to focus on the moment.

Remove the lotus seeds from the pot, drain the water, and then sift them, and the original lotus seeds become finely crumbled like crumbs.

He turned on the fire, served the pot, and poured the lotus seed crumbs mixed with caster sugar into the non-stick pan. Then I started stir-frying, and when all the sugar was melted, I poured in some vegetable oil.

Watching under Lu Zhiang's stir-frying, the originally finely chopped lotus seed crumbs continued to melt and merge under the action of sugar and vegetable oil until they completely became muddy, and the lotus seed paste was formed.

"It's the first time I've ever known that lotus seed was actually made in this way. Hu Lei was amazed.

Gu Qianqian looked at Hu Lei, who was a little fussed, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a smile, "We can make lotus paste pies for Xiaoxiao at night." ”

"Alright, lotus paste is done. Lu Zhiang turned off the heat and started the pot, and quickly put all the lotus paste in the pot into a small bowl.

Although the production of lotus paste is simple, the whole process is done in one go, and the action is like a cloud of peers. Hu Lei is even more determined to believe that this guy does have extraordinary skills.

"Alright, now it's time to get down to business. ”

Lu Zhiang took a wooden spoon from the tool he had brought with him, and scooped two portions of flour from the kitchen bucket.

One of the parts of flour, he added water and sugar, kneaded into a smooth dough.

The other flour is made by adding lard to make puff pastry.

"He didn't plan to make lotus paste shortbread!", seeing the appearance of the puff pastry, combined with lotus pastry, Hu Lei expanded his association.

Gu Qianqian shook her head, indicating that she didn't know either.

Hu Lei shrugged his shoulders and had to continue watching. However, if it was just an ordinary lotus paste pie, it would be a bit disappointing. Moreover, this thing doesn't seem to be a Huizhou specialty, right! It's better to make a Mao Feng crisp exactly the same for himself to taste, to be honest, he is really curious about the taste of Mao Feng cake, but unfortunately he can't eat it.

When Hu Lei began to let his mind out, Lu Zhiang's movements did not stop.

He took out the small rolling pin he also carried with him, and with a few strokes, he rolled out the white dough into a layer of pancakes.

Then use this pancake to wrap the yellow puff pastry, seal it for four weeks, and roll out the dough again.

In the following time, he folded the pancake three times, rolled it out, and then folded it three times, and rolled it out again. And so it was repeated six or seven times.

With this appearance, this process, Hu Lei felt more and more that this guy was making lotus paste pies. Hu Lei couldn't help yawning, after all, although Lu Zhiang's movements looked quite beautiful, long before he went to college, such a similar process had to be watched several times almost every day, in front of Uncle Lin's baked cake stall at the corner of the street.

When Lu Zhiang rolled out the dough for the last time, he finally had other movements, he cut out a round puff pastry from the Bo cake very seriously, and then wrapped the appropriate amount of lotus paste into it.

Well, it's really a lotus paste pie!" Hu Lei rolled his eyes unconsciously. He even already knew what to do, put it in the pan, heat the oil, and then throw the cake down and fry it.

But Lu Zhiang's next move greatly surprised Hu Lei's expectations.

I saw that he did not wrap the lotus paste into a ball with dough, but pinched out five edges with great dexterity, and then used scissors to cut each edge. Once cut, the five noodles are rolled towards the center, and finally the egg paste is used to stabilize the shape.

It's just that......

Watching a dough quickly transform into a flower in Lu Zhiang's hands, to be honest, Hu Lei's heart was quite uncalm at this moment. If Lu Zhiang really made lotus paste pies, then he is also a colleague of Uncle Lin on the street. However, now that the flowers are blooming in Lu Zhiang's hands, Hu Lei clearly thinks that this guy is an artist.

When Hu Lei kept sighing in his heart, Lu Zhiang had already set up the oil pot and put a few noodle flowers that had just been made into the oil pot.

The aroma is coming.

This fragrance is really attractive, Hu Lei swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

He didn't have to wait long, and Lu Zhiang walked up to him with a freshly baked pastry. Although he had just been busy, Lu Zhiang's face did not have a little sweat, but his face was ruddy, and his mood looked quite good, it was really a picture of having just finished attending the banquet.

"Boss Hu, I'm done, please taste it. ”

Hu Lei's eyes are now attracted by the dim sum in Lu Zhiang's hand, where can he still take care of him.

There are only three pastries in Lu Zhiang's hand, and it seems that it is only one for each person, after all, it is only a taste version! These three pastries seem to have been accurately measured, and each one is the same size, anyway, there is no difference with the naked eye.

This pastry is about the size of a palm and has the shape of a flower, because it is puff pastry and rolled out repeatedly, and after being fried, it is made layer by layer. At first glance, it looks like the petals of the flowers.

I don't know if it's because of Lu Zhiang's excellent fire control, or because of some other special technique. This "flower" unexpectedly shows a beautiful gradient color. The outermost layer is a deep orange-red, and the further you go in, the lighter it becomes. In the center, Lu Zhiang is also dotted with a pinch of bright red jam, like a flower bud.

Regardless of the taste, this shape alone can give people a very pleasant visual experience. Speaking of which, none of the pastries that the shop has operated so far have really reached such a level in appearance, and it seems that we will have to choose two outstanding ones in the future.

Gu Qianqian was also attracted by this beautiful pastry, as a girl, when she looked at it, the joy was definitely stronger than Hu Lei, "Brother Lu, what is the name of this pastry?"

"You two might as well guess. ”

Hu Lei ignored him, he didn't care about the name of the pastry at all. Straighten out your hand to pinch a "flower" from the tray, and the movement is very gentle, as if you are afraid that it will be crushed if you are not careful. In fact, such a crispy pastry, I'm afraid that it will fall apart immediately if the strength is a little greater.

He moved the "flower" to his nose and sniffed it gently, and there seemed to be a burst of floral fragrance in a trance.

That's awesome!

Hu Lei was very pleased, and subconsciously hummed a small tune, "Ah~Peony, Peony Peony Big Peony~"

It's okay that he doesn't sing, but as soon as the song came out, Gu Qianqian and Lu Zhiang were stunned for a moment. What the hell is this thing singing, although the tune is not bad and lyrical, but what kind of words are these, limericks?

Lu Zhiang was even more embarrassed, "Ahem, Boss Hu, this is not a peony, it's a begonia cake." ”

Although it is not easy for people to distinguish the types after the noodle flowers are made, but listening to Hu Lei Peony Peony singing, Lu Zhiang still feels very embarrassed.

And Hu Lei was also embarrassed at this time, he laughed awkwardly, "The begonias are good, the begonias are good, the faint reddish is not deep, and it is like a spring heart." ”

"Huh?"

Looking at Lu Zhiang's even more bewildered expression, Hu Lei couldn't wait to slap himself, damn it, why are you addicted to poetry, it must be the sequelae of last night's drunkenness, the Xuanyuan Sword of the pit father!

In order to relieve his embarrassing state, Hu Lei didn't say much, and gently took a bite of the begonia cake.

Lu Zhiang didn't bother whether it was a begonia or a peony after seeing Hu Lei eat it, and asked expectantly, "How is it?"