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Zhang Fenglan began to make zuò mille-feuille cakes.

I saw her cāo pick up the rolling pin and quickly roll out the dough cake, with a sharp technique, the dough sheet is thin and even, and the texture is delicate. At first glance, he is an expert.

Seeing this, Jiang Yichen couldn't help but shout hello.

"It's nothing, anyone who has been at home will make a few of these pasta." Zhang Fenglan was a little embarrassed to be praised.

Then, she took out a small pot of filling, which had been mixed during the day.

"What's the stuffing?" Jiang Yichen asked.

"Pork, green onions, cabbage. I also added some minced ginger, sesame oil, pepper, and cooking wine. You sniff it. Zhang Fenglan handed the filling basin to Boss Xiaojiang.

Jiang Yichen took a few breaths, the smell of the filling was quite good, if he came into contact with the special seasoning, it would definitely make him hungry.

"Sister Zhang, don't you have our special seasonings in here?" He continued.

"Yo, those special seasonings are the guys who eat at our restaurant, and the gold is expensive. How can you put that if you eat something casually? The eldest lady disagrees either. Zhang Fenglan said disapprovingly, and at the same time put the filling basin on the board.

"I'm in charge today, and everyone has a good meal." Jiang Yichen intuitively felt that this kind of mille-feuille cake was very interesting, so he just took the opportunity to try it.

He then said to Aunt Wu, and Aunt Wu naturally agreed.

Jiang Yichen peeled a section of green onion and a small piece of ginger, and let Zhang Fenglan chop it into the original filling.

After the new filling was mixed, Zhang Fenglan scooped out the filling with a spoon and evenly spread a layer on the round dough sheet. Then pick up the kitchen knife, put the dough sheet with the filling, and cut the word "well", and the middle "mouth" is not cut.

Then roll the cut dough sheet from top to bottom until there is a round lump left.

Then use a rolling pin to flatten the round lump, and the mille-feuille cake is done.

On the other side of the counter is an electric baking pan, which is plugged in and a little soybean oil is poured into it.

After the soybean oil is heated, then put the prepared mille-feuille cake blank into the electric baking pan and close the lid.

"Hehe, that's how mille-feuille is done, interesting." Jiang Yichen looked interesting, took another small piece of dough, and rolled it out like Sister Zhang.

He had been practicing and performing magic tricks for some time, and his hands were naturally extremely nimble, and he quickly learned to look like them. Even Zhang Fenglan couldn't help but be surprised.

Jiang Yichen said that this thing has been put away, make a little more, and the people in the store can just heat it up when they want to eat it, which will save trouble. In addition, Sister Zhang can also take some home for her child's husband to taste.

The two chatted while working, and before they knew it, the first cake was cooked out of the pot.

The surface of the cake is yellow and shiny. Then the smell of the face came to the nose.

There are many nutrition experts, and various media have repeatedly advertised that edible oil will produce a large number of harmful substances after being heated at high temperatures. In particular, high-temperature fried food has many disadvantages and is very bad for health.

Despite this, there were few responders, and the influence was not as great as imagined. The reason for this is that Chinese people have traditional eating habits, which are deeply ingrained and cannot be changed so easily.

Take fried pasta as an example, the aroma is irresistible, and who cares what your experts say about the food.

At this time, Aunt Wu and Su Xiaojia had already cleaned up the front hall, came to the kitchen to wash their hands, and prepared to eat dinner.

Zhang Fenglan picked up another kitchen knife that specializes in cutting cooked food and cut the cakes on the plate into four pieces.

Suddenly, the rich aroma of the filling overflowed like flowing water, it was a mixture of meat and green onions, thick but not turbid, which made people feel happy.

"It's so fragrant, these green onions and ginger are amazing." Aunt Wu said with sincere admiration.

She has been buying and selling food for many years, and the first time she saw this magical seasoning, no matter what she eats, as long as she adds a little bit, it will immediately turn the ordinary into a magical and new look. Malatang is like this, and so is the meatloaf.

Su Xiaojia twitched her nose twice, equally attracted. She put the clean dishes and chopsticks on the table and set them up in turn.

Jiang Yichen was not polite, reached out and picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

When you bite into it, the slightly brittle dough on the surface disintegrates, and the aroma of the face, oil, the mellow aroma of the meat filling, and the fragrance of green onions and ginger are revealed in turn. In it, the green onion is like a leader, and under its guidance, the flavors of various materials are organically fused together, forming a delicious and thick new taste, and it is rich in unique layers and rhythms.

However, the Chinese cabbage, which accounts for the largest proportion of the filling, has become a foil on the stage of taste at this time, just like the group of backup dancers behind the lead dancer.

"Well, it's delicious, it's awesome." Jiang Yichen praised it, chewed a few more bites, and wiped out the cake in his hand.

"Hehe, let's eat it on the table." Zhang Fenglan hurriedly said.

The mille-feuille scallion meatloaf is freshly baked from the electric baking pan and served on a porcelain plate.

Dip it in a little rice vinegar to get rid of the greasy feeling and the taste will be even more beautiful.

The four of them talked and laughed while eating, and they had a good time.

During the banquet, Jiang Yichen remembered what he promised Su Xiaojia a few days ago, so he told Aunt Wu that he would go to the online mall to order a computer and place it at the counter when he turned around, which was used for bookkeeping and management during the day, and Xiaojia's sister could learn and view art materials online at night, and as for the cost, it would be counted as the cost of purchasing equipment in the store.

Mrs. Wu naturally has no reason to object to this, saying that there is no special financial staff in the store, and it is indeed a very troublesome thing to keep accounts manually every day. It's much more convenient to have a computer, although I can't use it, but I can't let my granddaughter learn.

Su Xiaojia nodded excitedly when she heard this, she was very interested in computers. Especially those art books, the bookstore is so expensive that she is discouraged, and the computer pictures are completely different, which can be called cheap and sufficient. In addition, I heard that after the computer is connected to the Internet, it is a whole new world, which is very desirable.

Until the end, everyone ate too much, Su Xiaojia stroked her stomach with her right hand, and her stomach was uncomfortable for a while. After all, this is a real dough cake, and it can't compare to the easily digestible things of Malatang.

She felt that she was very out of shape, and her face turned red in shame.

Jiang Yichen noticed this, and in order not to embarrass her even more, he took the initiative to say that he was unbearable to death, and he had to go out for a walk to eliminate food. After saying that, he got up, put on a cold coat and left the shop.

For Zhang Fenglan, mille-feuille cakes are not a new food, and they have to be made every once in a while. But today's delicious cake is still the first time in her life to taste, she is thinking about her children and husband, and at this time she is thinking about how to talk to Aunt Wu and let herself bring a few more pieces home.