Inside Fulong Village, kitchen.

After Sikong Yao was busy with the food for 1,000 people, he was so tired that he was almost paralyzed, and he no longer disregarded his manners, he just lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

Sikong Yao grabbed a baguette and nibbled on it, no matter how tired he was, he couldn't starve himself anymore.

"It's delicious, it's delicious."

There's nothing more comfortable than lying down and sleeping after a good meal.

Just as Sikong Yao was enjoying his leisure time, a hoarse scolding suddenly came from the dark corner.

"You're also here for people?"

Sikong Yao shuddered suddenly, shuddered, and worked in this kitchen all night, but he didn't even notice that there was another person here.

Sikong Yao looked at the source of the voice, only to see a little green light looming, and a short old woman slowly stood up with a cane.

Sikong Yao wiped the cold sweat on his head, it turned out to be a person and not a ghost.

"Old woman, are you hungry, do you want a loaf of bread?"

The old woman walked towards Sikong Yao with a difficult walk on crutches, and kept scolding at the same time: "Can this thing of yours be regarded as bread?" ”

Sikong Yao was so choked that she couldn't speak, where did this old thing come from, and he dared to comment on her works.

Sikong Yao didn't take it to heart, but said with a smile: "Grandma, you haven't eaten it yet, how do you know it's not delicious?" The baguette I make is different from the previous cooks, so give it a try. ”

The old woman didn't know how long she walked, and finally came to Sikong Yao with great difficulty, but she lifted her crutches and slapped the baguette in Sikong Yao's hand out.

Sikong Yao was startled, hurriedly picked up the baguette and patted off the dust on the door, and scolded: "Uh, old woman, why are you like this, food is very precious and cannot be wasted." ”

The old woman smacked the crutches and smashed a hole in the bluestone floor, and at the same time scolded: "You can only be regarded as food, if you want to say bread, it is far behind." ”

Sikong Yao glanced at the old woman angrily, tore off the dusty part of the baguette, and then gnawed it, thinking to herself where this bad old woman came from, with such a big temper.

The old woman was old and weak, coughed a few times, and actually said, "Cough, cough, cough...... Are you scolding me, this old woman, for having a big temper? ”

The baguette didn't have much moisture, and the old woman's words scared Sikong Yao almost choked.

"Old woman...... I didn't have ......"

The old woman pretended not to hear, and said to herself: "I don't care if you have an old woman or not, this thing of yours is too difficult to see, and you dare to call yourself bread?" ”

Sikong Yao scratched his head and poured: "Old woman, as far as you can see, what's wrong with my bread?" ”

The old woman snorted coldly and said: "The baguette is heavy on a chewing head, the most important thing is the method of making noodles, I dare not compliment your technique, it is extremely clumsy, I have not been able to knead the tendon of the baguette at all, and the fermentation time is simply nonsense, you can't guarantee that each dough is 250 grams, but the unified fermentation time, does not take care of the fermentation degree of each dough, which affects the taste of the bread, and you don't even know the most important point of baking bread, that is, you don't understand how to use a steam oven, you make things that people eat?" ”

Sikong Yao couldn't say a word when she was choked by the old woman, but she was so excited in her heart that she couldn't do it, she felt that this was an expert in making bread!

Sikong Yao immediately said humbly: "Old woman, you're right, I'm a pastry chef, I usually use low-gluten flour, and I don't know much about bread and dough techniques, and then I make a meal for 1,000 people, and the time is too rushed, I can't take care of every bread, and the conditions in this Fulong Village are too poor, and there is no steam oven." ”

The old woman looked at Sikong Yao coldly and asked, "Finished?" ”

"Uh...... That's it. Sikong Yao explained.

The old woman put her crutches on the noodle table and reprimanded: "Young people know how to make excuses if they don't learn and don't know how to do it." ”

Sikong Yao couldn't cry or laugh, so she had to say: "Old woman, I'm not making excuses......

"It's making excuses!"

The old woman put her crutches on the table a little, and it seemed that there was no fluctuation, but she made a loud noise, and the powder on the table was shaken.

Sikong Yao was helpless for a while, and then was stopped by the old woman's stunt.

The old woman put her crutches on the ground a little more, and a spring from the sink mixed it into the flour, and at the same time shouted, "Young man, look at what is harmony." ”

Without the old woman's reminder, Sikong Yao stared at the old woman intently, eager to find a camera to record it.

I saw the old woman quickly stirring the crutches in her hand, and a stream of water rolled into a whirlpool in the air.

The whirlpool kept rolling, and the breath carried the flour up, and it turned into a white whirlwind again.

The old woman slammed her cane onto the table, and a perfect ball of dough sat and fermented like a sleeping lion.

The old woman put her crutches into the salt shaker again, and brought out a touch of salt and condensed milk into the dough, and added a piece of dark yellow yeast.

Although the old woman is old, she didn't expect to meet without even taking a breath.

The old woman randomly divided the dough into four portions, seemingly unintentionally, but with great precision to ensure that each dough was 200 grams, and finally a little bit of dough was left.

The old woman waved her cane and threw the bread directly into the oven.

Sikong Yao exclaimed: "Wait a minute, the old woman hasn't fermented yet......

The old woman glared at Sikong Yao indifferently and motioned for her to shut up.

The old woman was eccentric, thinking that all the masters in the world stood alone, and she didn't dare to talk nonsense, so she obediently closed her mouth.

The old woman finished everything, and finally coughed a few times in a row, and said, "Oven middle layer, 210°, thirty minutes." ”

Sikong Yao was still indulged in that smooth and smooth noodle technique, and did not react.

"Huh? What do you say, old woman? ”

The old woman's cloudy eyes burst into fine light, and she reprimanded: "Oven middle layer, 210°, thirty minutes." Do you have to do this by myself? ”

Sikong Yao nodded hurriedly and set the oven on fire as the old woman instructed.

Sikong Yao looked through the glass and found that the dough had fermented to a fairly complete point, Sikong Yao had to exclaim and asked, "Old woman, why is this happening?" Don't you make bread without leavening? ”

The old woman put away the small mouthful of dough that was left earlier, and said, "Does the old woman want to explain to you when she makes bread?" ”

Sikong Yao scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "Naturally, I don't need to, I'm just curious, just ask......"

The old woman said nonsense again: "Can you ask the old woman casually?" Don't you know that when people are old, their bodies are weak and lacking in energy, and they can't talk much? cough cough cough cough ......"

"Uh...... I don't ask, old woman, don't be angry. ”

The old woman walked into the corner with a cane, then sat down slowly, and disappeared into the darkness, and finally said, "Until you can make bread like the old woman, you are not allowed to say that you can make bread." ”

Sikong Yao sighed slowly, her heart was full of grievances, this bad old woman's temper is really weird.

Thirty minutes passed, and the oven made a "ding" sound, and Sikong Yao couldn't wait to take it out.

I have to say that the baguette made by Sikong Yao is already very good, but compared with the old woman's original bread, it has lost more than one notch, which is a world of difference.

The bread made by the old woman is extremely soft in the mouth, and the bread that has been fermented to the extreme is full of gluten, chewing carefully, and the faint sweetness melts on the tip of the tongue with the bread, which is very attractive.

Sikong Yao still couldn't hold back, and asked cautiously, "Old woman, can you tell me what I need to do to make such delicious bread like you?" ”

The old woman seemed to have settled down and snored.

Sikong Yao had to sigh, not daring to disturb in surprise, just thinking about the old woman's technique on the operating table.

Sikong Yao thought about it, and suddenly the old woman opened her eyes again and said: "Salt will affect the activity of yeast, don't add salt and yeast to the dough together with the dough in the future, the activity of the yeast will be reduced, the fermentation time will be prolonged, the water in the dough will be evaporated, and finally the taste of the bread will be affected." ”

Sikong Yao was overjoyed, it turned out that the old woman was not as unbearable as she imagined, so she continued to ask: "Even so, it shouldn't be a little fermentation time, right, what's the secret?" ”

The flowers are not red for a hundred days, and the old woman suddenly said coldly: "How many resignations have you said, can you ask the old woman casually?" ”

"Uh......"

Sikong Yao was once again choked by the old woman with a strange temper, and she was helpless.

Just when Sikong Yao was in high spirits and wanted to learn from the old woman to make a piece of bread, the voice of the jailer sounded outside the kitchen.

"Hey, Sikong Yao, the village will see you."

Sikong Yao had no choice but to stop what he was doing, and reluctantly glanced into the corner.

The old woman scolded angrily: "Where are you going to take care of the old woman or something, hurry up." ”

Sikong Yao went out of the way, and then asked the jailer, "What is the origin of that old woman inside?" ”

The jailer said impatiently, "How do I know? ”

Sikong Yao handed a piece of plain bread to the jailer, and the jailer happily took it, the so-called cannibalistic mouth is soft and delicious, and the jailer immediately said happily: "That old immortal seems to have been there for a long time, to say the least, it must have been ten years, as if this piece of land was originally hers." The owner of the village also wanted to drive her away, but he failed to take her down even after dispatching a conquest team and guerrillas. Since she had never made trouble, the owner of the village didn't care about her. And the old guy is crazy, his temper stinks, and he doesn't eat or drink, no one can do anything about her, and after a long time, he will let her go. Hey? Your bread is delicious. ”

Sikong Yao waved his hand and said, "I didn't do it." ”

"Huh? Otherwise, who did it? ”