Although she is not sick, her physical strength is on the verge of collapse, but fortunately, the flour is of good quality, and it is quite labor-saving together. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Soon, Dou Ying kneaded the noodles to three lights, face light, basin light, and hand light, covered them with a damp cloth and put them aside to wake up.

Then make the meat filling, cut the pork belly into small cubes, then chop it into minced meat, flatten the ginger, then chop it into minced foam, wrap it in a cotton cloth and grind out the ginger juice vigorously, add seasoning into the minced meat, and continue to chop a few times to ensure that the seasoning in the whole meat filling is evenly divided.

After doing this, Dou Ying was already tired enough, supported the stove with one hand, and said to Yancui and Ling'er weakly: "Let the burner pay attention to the heat." ”

"How could the Seventh Girl do this? Could it be that she has to do it herself in the mansion?" Xiao Dong asked Xiao Xiong in a low voice.

Xiao Xiong looked at Qin Yu and didn't squeak.

Qin Yu seemed to be asleep, but her slightly open eyes kept staring at the little thing.

The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing a snow-white arm, and a pair of small hands were flying dexterously, which was good-looking.

Look at her, her movements are very skilled, she has to work by herself often in Dou Mansion!

Qin Yu felt a little heavy in his heart.

Xiao Dong came to report that when she stayed in the main courtyard last night, she not only ordered all the ingredients she wanted today, but also asked him about his physical condition and dietary preferences. Of course, Xiaodong just talked about Qin Yu's diet in the past, knowing that he didn't like to eat ginger, green onions and other seasoning things, so adding ginger juice to the meat filling was also a good intention.

For some reason, there was an inexplicable feeling that tickled Qin Yu's heart.

Except, of course, poisoning the heart and intestines to him. Of course, laxatives won't let him die, they just make him suffer more.

The fireman was burning the stove, and Dou Ying mixed the excess jelly and meat filling that he had made last night, and at this time the noodles had woken up and could open the bag.

Knead the awakened dough into long strips, then pinch it into small pieces and roll it out with a rolling pin.

If you are a pastry chef with 10 years of experience, you will be amazed at her skill and accuracy of her technique.

This is all caused by Dou Ying's life experience.

Her father was an anti-narcotics policeman, who died when she was five years old, and her mother was seriously ill in bed.

Mother with cancer, the hospital is helpless, she asked around the famous doctor, hoping to find a miracle, and finally heard that there is a hidden medical saint in the depths of Zhongnan Mountain, she finally found him after hardships, and became a doctor after a long illness, plus she was admitted to medical school, extremely smart, the medical saint likes her very much, the two became friends in the year, and were secretly accepted by the medical saint as a closed disciple.

It's a pity that the cause of my mother's illness was at an advanced stage, and she was weak and died.

Dou Ying was busy, and a cold gaze could be felt in the corner of her eyes staring at her emotionlessly. But the direction where he is sitting now is the same place where his mother was lying on the hospital bed.

is also a terminally ill patient, and the same stares at her cooking for each other, but it feels completely different.

Dou Ying inexplicably thought of her mother and father. This is something she hasn't felt for a long time since she became an adult, she thinks she is used to being independent, she can resist all pressure, and she doesn't frown in the face of the most vicious drug dealers.

Now, however, she suddenly had a very complicated feeling.

This man seems to be cold and arrogant, but he is the only person in the world who has a close relationship with her, but in front of him, his life and death are like child's play.

This complicated mood made her loveless and sour at the tip of her nose.

She sniffed hard, pressed back the sourness in the depths of her eyes, and began to make buns intently. Soon, thirty xiaolongbao were neatly placed in the three-tiered steamer.

The water in the stove was also boiled, and Yancui quickly took the steamed bun cage and put it in the pot, carried a chair beside her, and helped her sit down with heartache.

"Girl......"

"It's fine. Dou Ying smiled tiredly, glanced at Qin Yu, took a hard breath, and said lightly: "Lord Wang, if I can do a great favor, can Lord Wang give me a promise?"

"Just buns?" Qin Yu saw the red thread in her eyes.

"Of course not. ”

Say. Qin Yu seemed to be in a much better mood, and his tone was a little less cold.