18. Chapter 18, The Great Test of Dim Sum 1

"It's okay, learn now. The pen fun and the pavilion www.biquge.info have time to make a little more and take it home to send to their parents to try. Lan Fei'er's lips curled up, her eyes swept over the various ingredients on the tiger stove, and she frowned and lifted her lips and said, "Kelp, mung beans, red beans, green onions, carrots...... Could it be that these are some of the things you like to eat?"

When the two heard Lan Xiting's question, they immediately shook their scalps, and then the maid watched Lan Fei'er's expression change, and said softly: "This is what we took indiscriminately." Yes, I'm sorry!"

"Do you know what kind of snacks your parents like to eat, such as pastries or cakes?" Lan Fei'er frowned, and her eyes moved to the two of them again.

"My mother's favorite thing is mung bean cake. ”

"My mom and dad like to eat green onion cakes. The two quickly replied in unison.

After listening to the words of the two, Lan Fei'er's fat face suddenly moved to the messy ingredients, and her smart eyes suddenly saw the powder that did not look like flour next to her, and raised her hand to pick it up and smell it at the end of her nose. Lan Fei'er confirmed in surprise: "This, is this Ling Fan?"

The maid nodded in astonishment and said, "Uh, yes, yes." ”

Lan Fei'er pondered, her eyes suddenly smelled the smell of milk, and when she looked up, she saw that Qi Yiyi was using milk in her hand. Her heart moved slightly, and Lan Fei'er hurriedly explained: "You use a bowl and a basin to soak the mung beans first." Bubble more. After the words fell, Lan Fei'er ran to Qi Yiyi and borrowed bowls of milk from Qi Yiyi.

Back to the tiger stove again, the maid and the maid had already soaked red beans and mung beans, waiting for Lan Fei'er's orders.

Lan Fei'er's eyes swept over the purple potatoes selected by the maid, and finally said resolutely: "I make mung bean mille-feuille cake, purple potato cake, kelp mung bean cool." ”

The maid was stunned for a moment and hurriedly asked, "What is a mille-feuille cake?" Purple potatoes, can you also make cakes? And isn't the kelp mung bean only used to make soup? How can you also make dim sum?"

"I haven't heard of it either!" said the little guy quickly.

"Let's do it! Learn it seriously, it's very simple. It's strange that you have heard it, Lan Fei'er's lips lightly hooked and asked, "My name is Fei'er, how do you call you." You can't just keep feeding it!"

"My name is Beccau. ”

"I'm the waves. ”

"Poof! cough cough......" Lan Fei'er, who had just taken a sip of water intake, was okay, she swallowed a lot of water in her mouth, otherwise she would have sprayed all over the ground. It's just that at this time, she was also choked and couldn't speak: "Shells?

The maid Bei Cao hurriedly asked in a startled hurry: "What's the matter, are you okay!" The shell is the same as Ke, how can the illiterate Bei Ke care, let alone know why Lan Fei'er laughed.

"Is it hard to remember?"

"Uh, no, it's fine. The shells soaked the kelp, too. Lan Fei'er calmed down after half a breath, said that the quilt was put aside, and then got busy in a panic: "Hailang, you add fire." ”

"Boil the rotten mung beans first and set aside. "Fortunately, Lan Fei'er just made sesame pancakes and is boiling water, and they are just ready to boil at this time. Lan Fei'er wasted no time and directly boiled the cleaned mung beans in boiling water.

Immediately afterwards, I went to the purple skin of the three purple potatoes with Bei Ke, quickly cleaned and sliced them, put them on a plate, and then put them in the steamer, and then used wooden chopsticks to put them against the mung beans to make sure that they would not affect the mung beans when they were cooked and would not be poured out. She lifted her lips and explained: "The purple potato will change color quickly when peeled, and then slice it as soon as possible to steam." Put it on a plate and crush it directly for later use. As she spoke, Lan Fei'er glanced at the time, only to find that it was almost past the time of a stick of incense.