Speaking of frankness, no one dares to say that Raichu dares to say that he is the first.

The sound of broken plates was heard in the kitchen, and then Raichu's shout drowned out the sound of the water in the living room: "Little Apple! I broke one of your plates, aren't you angry? ”

Song Pingguo was leaning on the sofa reading the newspaper, and replied to her without raising her head: "I'm not angry, let's wash it." ”

After filming "The Old Man Still Sings", Lei Qiu, who refused Gong Xiao's invitation, entered the state of being a jobless vagrant.

"It's too ugly to say that the unemployed vagrant, didn't Gong Tou'er and Gong Tou'er's father decide to give me that role!"

Gong Xiao is also her father Gong Yasong, Lei Qiu has seen it before.

The last time I saw him, he looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, well-mannered in a suit and leather shoes, and a little fat like most of his peers of the same age. It's a little chubby.

As soon as he walked into the set where the old man was still singing and saw Lei Qiu, he began to wipe the sweat on his forehead - and the sweat on his head, and Lei Qiu was still seriously warning Gong Xiaoye: "Gong Tou'er, if you have this kind of heredity, you will really go bald if you stay up late." ”

"That...... Hello. Raichu tried to restrain himself from looking at Gong Yasong's shiny head.

Gong Yasong's intention is very clear, he is here to make things difficult for Lei Qiu to prevent her from accepting Gong Xiaoye's help with peace of mind. He asked his subordinates to put an oversized boxed lunch on the table, and pushed it towards Raichu: "If you really say you can eat it, eat this." ”

Song Pingguo breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the size of the lunch box, Gong Yasong obviously only saw the amount of wine of Lei Qiu but not the amount of food of Lei Qiu, what is this box of lunch, Lei Qiu can sweep it into his stomach in minutes, and he will not even burp.

But Lei Qiu opened the lid of the lunch box and looked at it, raised his head and looked at Gong Yasong firmly: "I don't eat it." ”

Gong Yasong, who had just lit a cigarette, was almost burned by the fire of the lighter, he cleared his throat and looked at Lei Qiu calmly: "Why?" ”

"Because it smells so bad." Raichu looked at the boxed lunch on the table with a disgusted expression, "If it was something I ordered myself, I would have eaten it even if it was so bad that I vomited, but I didn't order it myself." ”

Gong Xiao also kindly played a round: "Dad, forget it, you don't know how much she can eat, she can eat more than me." ”

Gong Yasong just didn't believe in this evil, so he had to watch Lei Qiu show her amount of food, so after friendly negotiation between the two parties, Song Pingguo stood in the kitchen of Gong Xiaoye's house and prepared props for Lei Qiu to show the amount of food.

"Hey, Gong Xiaoye." While Gong Yasong was sitting at the table drinking tea in a huff, Song Pingguo whispered Gong Xiao over, "What does your dad mean by this?" ”

"My dad didn't like Lei Qiu and didn't want her to act, but he was embarrassed to say it directly, so he had to make excuses, make it difficult, make it difficult, you know." Gong Xiao also let out a long sigh, "Forgive a middle-aged man who lost the joy of life after quitting drinking and is now depressed, I will let my mother teach him a good lesson another day." ”

Compared to Song Pingguo's nervousness, Lei Qiu didn't care about it at all, she only cared about what she could eat next.

This house is not where Gong Xiaoye and his family usually live, so there are no ingredients in the refrigerator, but there is a professional large oven on the wall that makes Song Pingguo's hands itch, she turned around and asked Lei Qiu: "Is it good to bake cakes?" ”

Lei Qiu shouted with the spirit of a kindergarten child answering his aunt's question: "Okay! ”

"What cake are you going to eat?" Song Pingguo moved the flour bag to the board, "I think in this case, the chiffon cake will be easier to handle, right?" ”

Chiffon cake, a type of cake that is often called "majestic cake" and is very distressed by it.

The name chiffon comes from the transliteration of "chiffon", and chiffon is used to describe the wonderful taste of chiffon - soft and smooth like chiffon.

But after much thought, Raichu said, "I want sponge cake." ”

Then she pulled out a packet of cocoa powder from her pocket: "Add this." ”

Song Pingguo felt that she almost didn't catch her breath, and she didn't know whether to dissuade her from choosing the idea of sponge cake first, or to ask her why she had cocoa powder in her pocket first.

"Why do you have cocoa powder in your pocket?"

"Don't you bring tea bags with you, too?"

Song Pingguo felt that she was so reasonable, and she was completely speechless. She wiped the dust from the small scale and began to prepare the materials.

The origin of the name sponge cake is the same as that of chifon cake, because of their texture. Compared to the delicate softness of chiffon cakes, sponge cakes are very coarse, and the softness is more like bread than cakes, in a word, this thing is really choking to eat.

However, in addition to worrying, Song Pingguo also had some vague expectations, the boiled eggs with fully boiled egg yolks were also very choking, but Lei Qiu could swallow them in one bite.

Compared with her professional in Chinese cuisine, Song Pingguo is not a professional in making desserts, and she does not dare to change the recipe at will, so she just weighs the corresponding amount of flour, cocoa powder and butter according to the number written in the recipe, and beats the eggs in a stainless steel bowl that can be called a large bowl or a small basin.

Because there was no powdered sugar, only ordinary white sugar, Song Pingguo also spent a while grinding white sugar.

Then there is a big difficulty in making zuò sponge cake, which is to be distributed.

The so-called whipping is to let air into the material and make the material become a fluffy state. When making desserts at home, a small electric hand-held whisk is usually used, and it is very convenient to whip the butter or the egg whites and yolks alone, and the butter that has been softened and cut into small pieces will become light in just a dozen seconds, and the egg whites only need a minute or two to form a large fisheye-like foam, but the beating of whole eggs, even in the case of an electric whisk, is a nightmare.

It was probably necessary to hold the heavy electric whisk in your hand all the time while maintaining a certain slow rotation, half an hour to forty-five minutes.

What's more, what Song Pingguo is holding in his hand is still an ordinary organ whisk that requires manpower to turn.

"I'll help you." Raichu stood up from the table and picked up another small whisk on the board, "Just stir it up?" ”

"Try not to draw circles, stir up and down so that air can get in."

Thanks to the miraculous efforts of the two people, the whole egg quickly turned from orange to tender yellow, and its size increased so much that it almost overflowed from the bowl.

"Alright!" Finally finished, Song Pingguo added the sifted flour and cocoa powder to the egg mixture twice, carefully mixed evenly, added other ingredients, and sent it to the oven, "Just wait for it to bake." ”

While waiting for the cake to bake, the four of them continued to have the same friendly conversation as before.

Since Gong Yasong refused to talk to Lei Qiu, it was up to Gong Xiao to explain the ins and outs of this food drama.

This drama is actually not adapted from novels and comics, at the beginning, Gong Yasong wanted to make a large-scale commercial, not to write the script according to what he wanted to eat, but to decide how to write the script according to what manufacturers, companies, and restaurants paid for advertising space. After Gong Xiao also heard about her father's idea, she immediately planned to get involved, listed a large list of restaurants she liked to eat, and said that she would help them advertise for free.

So this drama is composed of half of the things that are paid to appear on the scene, and half of the things that Gong Xiao also recommends for conscience protection.

In contrast, the actors are very simple, and they are all pulled by Gong Xiao, who has traveled a lot, to join in the fun, because this drama has no fixed supporting roles except for the male protagonist who eats all the way, so he simply uses this feature to let Gong Xiaoye's big-name friends make cameos and support the scene.

"In other words, the essence of this drama is all about how delicious you can eat."

As he spoke, the baked sponge cake was served.

The freshly baked cake was very hot, and Richu didn't mean to eat it immediately, she wanted a big plate, and began to make the sponge cake bite by bite, and piled it all on the plate, and when it was all finished, the cake had cooled to a suitable temperature for the mouth, she leaned her nose over and smelled the aroma of the cake, and began to eat happily.

Raichu doesn't put it in her mouth little by little, nor does she take a big bite at once, she always knows the amount of food she can enjoy the most deliciously, and she doesn't choke on eating too much and not chewing.

She really makes people have an appetite when she eats.

It is said that hungry people eat everything deliciously, and Raichu seems to be hungry all the time, eating every bite with the greed of human beings for delicious food, as well as the excitement and satisfaction that cannot be concealed.

Of course, of all these qiē, Raichu's appetite is the most amazing.

She finished eating a whole plate of sponge cake but didn't mean to be full at all, and asked Song Pingguo if she could make her a cup of tea, while looking at Gong Yasong with confident eyes.

"Dad, I build yì, you think carefully, if you ask me to find something so delicious, I really can't find it." Gong Xiao also hurriedly played a round game, "Let go of personal grievances and create for the sake of art." ”

"Yes, Uncle Gong, I didn't mean it last time, or let's find another place to have a drink and get drunk...... Hey, uncle, don't run, I'm kidding-"

Song Pingguo, who was waiting for the water to boil and make tea, sighed silently in her heart: "I'm really desperate for this person who can't eat fat no matter how much he eats." ”

The more Song Pingguo thought about it, the more she was in a bad mood, announcing that she would refuse to cook until she was in a better mood, Lei Qiu quickly promised to help her wash the dishes immediately after eating, so that she could leisurely lean on the sofa and read the newspaper, and she felt that the world was still gentle to her.