The old woman said: "Young people dare to make desserts indiscriminately without even understanding the characteristics of desserts?" ”

Sikong Yao bit her lip aggrievedly and asked, "Old woman, why is this happening?" ”

The old woman asked rhetorically, "Do you know the origin of soufflé?" ”

Sikong Yao shook her head honestly, indicating that she didn't know.

The old woman stood up disdainfully, walked over slowly, and said as she walked: "The source of soufflé is related to the extravagant and insatiable atmosphere of European society at that time. As society became more affluent and the folk customs tended to favor pleasure, people spent several times more time eating and drinking than they spent on work, and often held lavish banquets. ”

The old woman suddenly paused when she said this, and Sikong Yao asked, "Just what?" ”

The old woman glanced at Sikong Yao angrily and scolded: "What are you talking about when the old woman is talking?" ”

"I ...... I was wrong! ”

Sikong Yao couldn't cry or laugh, this old woman's temper was really weird.

The old woman coughed a few times, and then continued: "Later, a pastry chef finally couldn't see it and invented this dessert, and the meaning of soufflé is 'over-inflated nihilistic materialism, and in the end it will inevitably collapse', which is completely the tone of a cynical revolutionary." In order to correct the corrupt eating atmosphere, desserts specially use tasteless, tasteless and weightless protein to transform this empty dessert. Do you know what happened to the pastry chef who invented soufflé? ”

Sikong Yao pondered for a while, and said with a smile: "Maybe he is Louis XVI who triggered the French Revolution?" ”

The old woman glanced at Sikong Yao and said, "Who allowed you to say such a boring joke in the old woman?" ”

Sikong Yao puffed out his mouth and said aggrievedly: "What happened to that pastry chef?" ”

The old woman sighed, and said: "Revolution has a price, soufflé is really like its meaning at a glance, too fluffy flour network structure is not enough to support its weight, over time, the soufflé will begin to deteriorate when the temperature cools down." As prophesied, the over-inflated nihilistic materialism will eventually collapse, so this pastry chef hanged himself. ”

Sikong Yao said cautiously: "Old woman, you seem to know desserts very well." ”

The old woman said: "The old woman is also something you can ask casually?" ”

Sikong Yao also figured out the old woman's temper, and said with a smile: "Old woman, then can you see if my soufflé can be saved?" ”

The old woman said disdainfully: "It's close to the old woman, I really can't see it before I say two words to you, don't expect me to teach you." ”

Sikong Yao is still smiling, this Fulong Village is up and down, and this is just such a person who can chat with her seriously.

"Old woman, your amiable skills are amazing, you must have a way to help me deal with this problem, right?"

"My wife is a baker and can't make desserts, don't ask me for this question."

Sikong Yao put together a pretty face, played the little girl's most effective stalking, continued to grind the old woman, and said, "Old woman, can you help me, you must know how to solve this problem, right?" ”

The old woman said impatiently: "Why should the old woman help you, what are the benefits?" ”

"Uh...... You'll be able to eat free desserts every day! ”

"The old woman is old, and she can't eat anything too sweet and greasy."

"There are also unsweetened desserts, such as sugar-free scones, salty cakes, etc."

"The old woman doesn't like cake."

"Then I can also boil porridge for you and, Italian shrimp polenta, thick and smooth, fragrant and attractive."

"Are you sarcastic about the old woman's bad teeth?"

The old woman doesn't eat oil and salt, and she can always find a reason to prevaricate Sikong Yao even if she doesn't let Sikong Yao grind and soak hard, which is really speechless.

Sikong Yao took a deep breath, forcibly endured the anger in his heart, tried to squeeze out a smiling face, and said, "Old woman, then what you want to eat, I'll make it for you." ”

The old woman glanced at Sikong Yao and said, "With your skill, the old woman would rather be hungry." ”

Sikong Yao looked helpless, although his craftsmanship is still a certain distance from that of professional pastry chefs, he has few opponents among his peers. However, the old woman's words completely broke her self-confidence in herself, which was really a bit disappointing.

Suddenly, Sikong Yao seemed to remember something, and asked puzzledly, "Uh, old woman, I don't think you seem to have eaten much?" ”

The old woman didn't seem to have said so much in one breath for a long time, she was a little weak, coughed a few times, and said, "The old woman doesn't eat." ”

As soon as Sikong Yao heard the two crooked bridges, her willow eyebrows twisted, where can she not eat?

"Old woman, if you don't eat, your body will starve."

The old woman explained: "The old woman has not eaten or drunk for twenty years, and since my wife died, no one has been able to make anything to my appetite. ”

Sikong Yao's pair of black eyes were round, and she couldn't believe her ears, so she squeezed out a sentence for a long time and said, "Old woman, you haven't eaten or drunk for twenty years, are you sure?" ”

The old woman said impatiently: "What is the old woman lying to you doing?" ”

Sikong Yao clasped his hands together on his chest, and kept whispering some scriptures like mantras in his mouth.

"Amitabha, the Bodhisattva blesses, the evil spirits retreat, and the gods and ghosts are not strange......"

The old woman flipped her hand over, gently knocked the cane on Sikong Yao's head, and said angrily: "Do you think my wife is a ghost? ”

Sikong Yao covered his head and asked rhetorically: "I haven't eaten or drunk for twenty years, isn't it a ghost?" ”

The old woman said again: "The old woman has practiced a pure turtle breath gong, don't say twenty years, even if I live for another eighty years, I won't be able to die when I am two hundred years old." ”

Sikong Yao rubbed his head, put down a heavy boulder in his heart, and comforted himself: "I see, haha, I'll just say, how can there be ghosts." Wait a minute...... Live for 80 more years, make up for 200 years, old woman, do you mean you are 120 years old this year? ”

The old woman slammed the sandalwood cane on the blue jade slab, and the candles in the entire kitchen suddenly lit up.

The candle flame illuminates the entire kitchen, revealing the old woman's body.

For the first time, Sikong Yao saw the old woman's appearance up close, and found that she was two heads shorter, and she was wearing a dark yellow cloak to hide her bony body.

The old woman then slowly raised her head again, lifted the cloak with both hands, revealing a shriveled and thin body, like a bat, and said to Sikong Yao: "What? The old woman doesn't look like a person who has lived to be one hundred and twenty years old? ”

Igniting the fire with his mouth, what a strange scene this was, Sikong Yao was so shocked that he couldn't say a word, thinking that this time he really met a master outside the world.

Sikong Yao's mouth was sweet, and she praised repeatedly: "Old woman, you are so powerful!" With a bang, all the candles were lit. ”

The old woman's tone began to become less sharp, and she said slowly: "The little girl is so stammered with the old woman, does she want to learn the craft?" ”

Sikong Yao smiled "hey, hey, hey", showed a mouthful of white teeth, and said innocently: "No, I want to make a dessert that you can eat, old woman." ”

The old woman's figure was slightly stunned, and her words revealed a sense of emotion, "Do you really want to cook something for the old woman to eat?" ”

Sikong Yao nodded and said, "Yes, old woman, you have eaten for twenty years, how pitiful, look at your thinness, I feel distressed, I don't know why you don't eat, but food should bring happiness, I felt very uncomfortable when I saw you for the first time." I thought it was the people in Fulongzhai who bullied people and didn't give you food. ”

The old woman exhaled slowly, and said, "Isn't it really to learn the old woman's craft?" ”

Sikong Yao's delicate little face and harmless smile have slowly melted the softest part of the old woman's heart.

Sikong Yao scratched her head embarrassedly and said, "If you can learn it by the way, that's good, but even if you don't teach me, I will make the best dessert with my own efforts." ”

The look on the old woman's face has become calm, no longer a serious and serious appearance, and said slowly: "Come with the old woman, I will call you to meet today." ”

Sikong Yao was pleasantly surprised: "Huh? Are you sure? ”

The old woman seemed to feel that she was a little out of shape, and suddenly put on a straight face again, and said, "There is only one chance, and the old woman never demonstrates it a second time." ”

Sikong Yao nodded hurriedly and said excitedly: "Okay, good, one time is enough." ”

The old woman pulled the crutches out of the bluestone slab, and her eyes suddenly showed a fine light, and there was a faint appearance of a turtle crawling in the old woman's eyes.

The old woman turned the cane horizontally, and the sandalwood cane spun quickly in the old woman's hand, and a small whirlwind blew up, pumping up the flour.

The old woman grabbed the crutches, and the flour that lost its centrifugal force fell on the operating table, and the old woman stretched out her shriveled hands and noodles, and back and forth, and actually posed a Tai Chi totem.

The old woman's technique is simple and soft, but elusive, the dough seems to have life in her, and the gluten and gluten in the flour gradually absorb water and swell, bond to each other, forming a continuous membranous matrix that crosses and combines with each other.

The three-dimensional gluten network structure is more elastic, elongated, sticky and plastic, which can fully prepare the chef for the next step of the process.

As the old woman's techniques continued to advance, Sikong Yao's originally high emotions slowly stopped.

Sikong Yao stared at the old woman's hands indiscriminately, and she began to find that between rubbing and pushing, her breathing slowly kept up with the rhythm.

The old woman kneaded the dough in her hand, and she involuntarily exhaled slowly.

As this turbid breath came out, Sikong Yao felt that his body was much lighter, so he slowly closed his eyes and fell into meditation.

The old woman saw that Sikong Yao had come to her senses, so she spoke again: "The old woman's hand and face kung fu was learned from my dead wife, there is no name and no source, if you like it, call it 'Tai Chi Tuna'." ”