When the exhausted Jiang Yunfeng returned to Polestar Liao, it was late at night, and he gently pushed open the iron door to find that the kitchen light was still on. "Who doesn't remember to turn off the lights? It shouldn't be. If so, Mother-in-law Wenxu should have scolded her a long time ago. After opening the door and entering the hall, Jiang Yunfeng curiously wanted to walk to the kitchen.

There was a rhythmic sound of harmony from the hidden door, and he gently pushed open the kitchen door, only to see Kohei Soma concentrate on feeling the texture of the dough on the table with his fingers, kneading it a few times and throwing the dough aside with a disappointed face, and pouring dry flour on the counter again. "Chuangzhen hasn't slept so late, what are you doing? See how much you're wasting. Aren't you afraid that Mrs. Wenxu will see you hanging up and beating you tomorrow morning? Jiang Yunfeng, who walked into the kitchen, pointed to the dough that was piled up on the desk and said, "Make so much dough, do you plan to steam steamed buns?" ”

"Oh~ Ah Feng, you're back. I'm not trying to steam steamed buns, I'm thinking about how to make the dough of the baked buns taste better. Kohei Soma immediately cleaned up the dry flour in front of him after seeing the visitor, placed the dough that had been discarded one by one on the desk, and said distressedly, "I have tried many ways and combinations of noodles. You see, it's saline water. This one is a duck egg yolk. This oil dough. I've wrapped all of these doughs in buns, but when they are baked in the fire pit, they either crack or leak loosely. Do you have any good ideas? ”

Jiang Yunfeng didn't answer directly, he walked straight to the desk, picked up the dough that had just been discarded by Kohei Chuangzhen, broke his hands in front of his nose and sniffed it, and then tasted the taste and asked rhetorically, "Sugar, eggs, cream, condensed milk." Do you plan to use puff pastry as a dough for baked buns? That's a really good idea. ”

"It's a good idea, but it's hard to control the size of the fire, and if you don't pay attention to it, the outer layer of the puff pastry will be burnt, and the filling inside is not cooked." Xingping Chuangzhen understood that Jiang Yunfeng took the ball of puff pastry noodles in his hand, kneaded it a few times and then fell on the desk in anger, grabbed his hair and wailed, "There are still 10 days before the Yuanyue [Moon Festival] is about to open, and I haven't even researched my own special cuisine yet." What's wrong? ”

Jiang Yunfeng picked up the dough again, kneading it gently and feeling the tendons of the dough. The slightly rough touch feedback from the fingertips indicates that the moisture content of the dough is somewhat insufficient, and he says, "My personal suggestion is long." Instead of wasting energy to toss about anything else, you should concentrate resources on researching how to bake puff pastry well. ”

"The temperature in the pit is too difficult to control."

"It's okay to sprinkle water during the baking process like I used to, but I sprinkle salt water to give the tasteless dough a salty taste. Your dough is flavored, you can sprinkle water, the skin can be brushed with egg wash and add some dried fruit preserves, used as an insulating layer, try to avoid direct roasting at high temperatures. All that's left is to find a way to control the furnace temperature so effectively. As he spoke, Jiang Yunfeng wrapped all these small doughs in plastic wrap and put them in the refrigerator for refrigeration, clapped his hands after making them, and said, "I'll help you dispose of these doughs, and tomorrow morning they will all be made into my latest Italian pancakes, and you will be taught a lesson by Wenxu's mother-in-law." Okay, hurry up and clean up here, what do you think about tomorrow, don't keep studying cooking day and night, otherwise the [Moon Festival] will collapse before it starts. ”

Kohei Chuangzhen stretched comfortably, sighed and said, "Sometimes I really envy you, carefree." Spend every day happily. With that, he began to clean up the desk.

"Hehe, why are you always worrying so much. There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the boat is naturally straight to the bridge. Just let it be. ”

"How are your specialties prepared?" There is really not much time left, and in a few days, Shijie will have to review the dishes for the festival one by one. Those that are not delicious or unhygienic will be ordered to rectify, and if they are not approved by the Ten Masters 24 hours before the start of the [Moon Festival], they will be disqualified, and everything invested before will be in vain. ”

"The process of making my food is very simple, just soak and ferment, but the most important raw materials are all imported, which is a bit troublesome."

"Oh, that's a real problem. That's right! This afternoon, an uncle who claims to be the owner of the groceries of 'Wan Fulin' has sent you several large cardboard boxes, and I think they are the raw materials that Ah Feng is waiting for. Kohei Soma suddenly remembered something, and pointed to several large cardboard boxes placed on the wall.

"Oops! It's coming! Jiang Yunfeng ran to the wall ecstatically and looked at the cartons. Strangely, these cardboard boxes were so tightly taped that there was not even a single gap. After looking for a long time and finding an opening, Jiang Yunfeng decisively chose to demolish it. With a stroke of the kitchen knife, he opened the largest cardboard box, and the contents inside made Jiang Yunfeng's eyelids jump. Isn't it just stinky amaranth stalks and stinky winter melon, is it necessary to make it so serious?

Pick up the included gas mask and rubber gloves. Jiang Yunfeng took out several sealed plastic boxes with the icon of 'biological and chemical weapons' printed on them from the large cardboard box. "Wow~ What is this?" Kohei Sojin curiously opened a plastic box and took out a large plastic bottle, which contained vegetable stalks soaked in a yellow-green liquid. Chuangzhenjun, who has been pursuing the ultimate unpalatable realm in dark cuisine all year round, was keenly aware of the extraordinary sound of this large bottle of vegetable stalks, and said excitedly, "Ah Feng, can I taste it?" After saying that, he made a gesture to unscrew the cap of the bottle.

"Don't !!" Jiang Yunfeng, who had discovered it in time, pounced on him and stopped Chuangzhenjun from unlocking the seal of this jar of demons. He said, "Don't open it, at least don't open it here tonight, or none of us will see the sun tomorrow." "Nonsense, if you open a can of stinky amaranth stalks in the kitchen of Polestar Liao, everyone in Polestar Liao will be woken up by the stench, and all that awaits the two of them is bloody sanctions.

"Uh... All right.... ”

Early the next morning, Jiang Yunfeng, who got up early, was the first to come to the kitchen and hide the sealed demon containers. before opening the freezer