Chapter 048: Tart Steak and Dinner
"Are you sure you want to add milk?" Zhuo Yang was a little confused, and asked again.
“…… Are you sure! One last time, I promise, dear. Coco said. Her face was red, and she didn't know if she was busy or in a hurry.
Coco said that she would make egg tarts for Zhuo Yang with her own hands, English-style egg tarts. However, although she is not a pampered rich girl who does not touch the spring water, she has indeed never cooked. Families like her don't need to cook to cultivate their children's labor spirit.
Therefore, although I have memorized the recipes well and seem to be very confident, I lack practical theories, and it is inevitable that I will be in a hurry to actually operate.
The milk has been added for the third time, and the refined flour has been added twice.
Egg tarts originated in England and later spread all over the world with the footsteps of Portuguese colonization. Of course, there is a difference between Portuguese egg tarts and English egg tarts, English egg tarts are closer to small cakes, while Portuguese egg tarts are like what Chinese often eat at KFC.
The day after the Champions Cup match with Inter Milan, Zhuo Yang waited for Koko in his beach house. has been in love for more than a year, but every time I see her, Zhuo Yang is still as excited and intoxicated as he was at the beginning. The victory over Inter Milan made Barcelona's qualifying situation more tolerant, and added tranquility to the happy feeling of love.
Balotelli was lost in thought at the moment of his shot, and Inter Milan, who were desperate to fight back, were devastated by the nearly ten minutes of the game, thanks to which Barcelona did not take the opportunity to beat the Reservoir Dogs.
If it weren't for that bizarre thinking, Inter Milan would have been demoralized to get back a point, they are the most resilient team in Europe, plus Balotelli, who will die in the end depends on the will of God.
After the match, Balotelli almost got beaten up.
Zhuo Yang's words made Balotelli start to think about life, and Balotelli's words also saved him from being beaten because Mourinho stopped Materazzi.
Balotelli looked up at the ceiling and muttered, "What is football?" Is it a coincidence of time and space? Or is it a life that is planned and then moved? “
Mourinho was shocked and grabbed Materazzi, who had already raised a big slap.
"Wait! His contemplative football, I don't understand anymore. Wait a minute......"
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"Brother Zhuo Yang, it seems to be a little thinner, or ...... A little more flour? ”
"Again? A bag of flour has bottomed out, and now there is enough for the two of us to eat for a week, too much. ”
"I can't finish eating...... You can give it as a gift! For your colleagues in Bayin, for your teammates, and for Cousin Joan. Do the math, that's not enough! ”
"That's right. Then add it, add it to the right one. ”
Mixing flour, eggs, and milk in the right mix is actually dough. Anyone who has been with noodles knows that the dough will look very hard after adding water at the beginning, and it seems that there is less water, but the more you knead it, the thinner it becomes, and it becomes even softer.
But how would Cokou, who had never made noodles or egg tarts herself, know this, and the recipe would not say such a well-known common sense. So, after kneading it twice, it felt hard and dry, so I quickly added milk, and kneaded it so thin that it was sticky, so I had to add flour again. In this vicious circle, it seems that the ingredients prepared are almost insufficient.
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The home win over Inter Milan gave Barcelona eight points from five games in Group F. In the other match in the same group, Rubin Kazan drew 0-0 at home to Dynamo Kyiv. In this way, Inter and Kazan have 6 points, Kiev 5 points, and Barcelona's group qualification situation has suddenly opened up.
According to the schedule, because Inter Milan will face off with Kazan in the last round, as long as Barcelona does not lose more than three goals to Kiev in the away game, qualifying is a sure thing.
Mourinho was very depressed after the defeat, but he still hugged and greeted Pep Guardiola after the game, and also shook hands with Zhuo Yang. Even more frustrating than Mourinho is Samuel Eto'o, whose performance has been a disaster in terms of statistics.
Samuel Eto'o didn't have a shot on goal! Of course, he had a volley from the corner of the box in the 69th minute, but the ball flew straight off the touchline. It's not impossible to count that shot as a shot, as long as Samuel Eto'o is thick-skinned.
Conscientious defending, running, pulling, none of which were on camera, and Eto'o's highlight of the game was only the kick he sent to Balotelli after his breakthrough.
After the game, Eto'o, who felt disgraced, refused Puyol's request to exchange jerseys with him very gracefully, which not only made the Barcelona captain a little embarrassed, but also attracted boos from Camp Nou fans. Eto'o's mood was even more depressed.
He is an addition to Ibrahimovic's transfer, and the media naturally wants to compare him to the Swede. But in this game, Ibrahimovic hung his exemption card, and Zhuo Yang, who was also new to your land, became Eto'o's benchmark.
To put it mildly, the media will say: scum is scum, Eto'o is pure scum!
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With a contented farewell to Jose Mourinho and his Inter Milan, Barcelona was in for the 'Spanish Derby' time. Four days from now, it will be the day when Real Madrid will knock on the flag and it will be the most closely watched super battle in football today.
Today was Barcelona's only day off, and Kou Ko flew over in high spirits, and the two of them impulsively agreed to make their own food. After pulling a cart full of pots and pans, firewood, rice, oil and salt from the supermarket, Zhuo Yang and Kou Kou started the simplest cooking demonstration in the kitchen.
Zhuo Yang has been doing housework since he was a child, mopping the floor, cleaning the windows and washing clothes, but he really can't cook, and he has the skills of scrambled eggs at most. However, under the lure of Kou Ko to make egg tarts, Zhuo Yang couldn't press the itching technique, and he decided to make steak.
Because the steak is so simple, even simpler than an egg tart, at least you don't even need to mix noodles. Bought slices of snowflake beef from the supermarket, as well as butter cheese and various toppings and sauces, and then thought about the chefs who used to flip it twice casually when eating steaks, Zhuo Yang felt that everyone should be able to.
"Zhuo Yang, are you sure that the beef should be handled like that?" Seeing him put the raw steak into the pot of boiling water, Coco's eyes were full of questions.
Zhuo Yang didn't know that raw steak had to go through a step called 'acid draining' before it could be fried in the pan, that is, the blood water of the steak was adsorbed clean with kitchen paper over and over again, otherwise the steak would have a fishy and sour taste, and it would be difficult to fry it thoroughly.
Zhuo Yang didn't understand, he just looked at the bloody beef and felt very sick, fortunately, his brain was good, and he remembered that when his father stewed beef, he always had to blanch the meat in boiling water first. Dad said that this would remove the blood stains and the smell.
So, Zhuo Yang triumphantly concocted it.
The two of them were busy side by side, Zhuo Yang carefully served the steak, Coco's face was full of flour, and the flour bag and many milk cartons were empty, and the pot and the well-made egg tart 'raw food' stood like a hill.
On the table in the dining room, red wine and red candles have been arranged, and romantic soft music is gently echoing.
An hour later, Zhuo Yang and Kou were happily having dinner at the seaside Violet Restaurant, their eyes full of love for each other.
In the big trash can outside Zhuo Yang's villa, two large bags of black stuff were lying there quietly. A wild dog was attracted by the smell, ran over and sniffed vigorously, and was immediately frightened and fled.
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