"The apron style is very nice." Mu Wuchen said casually.

"It's okay." Gu Xiaoyou was peeling garlic, and when he heard this, he glanced down at his apron: "It's just a random purchase, and the cooks in the restaurant use the same one." ”

"......" Mu Wuchen's face darkened a little, and he put his hand on his waist and wanted to untie his apron.

Gu Xiaoyou pounded the garlic paste and said, "But the two of us used the new one made by the female worker yesterday, and I haven't used it for others yet." ”

Mu Wuchen's hand on his waist was retracted, and he coughed lightly: "Really?" ”

"Yes, don't worry, I won't give you anything that someone else has used."

According to this uncle's temper, if he used the wrong thing, he would not have to fan her away with a palm of the wind.

Gu Xiaoyou pursed his lips and slandered in his heart.

Mu Wuchen hooked the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, the anger in his heart eased a lot, and he continued to stir the starch water in the pot while wearing an apron.

"By the way, I haven't told you what kind of starch you're stirring right now." Gu Xiaoyou pounded the garlic and remembered the topic.

"Well, let's talk about it." Mu Wuchen said lightly, he had forgotten about starch just now.

"You're stirring mung bean starch now, mung bean starch is troublesome to make." Gu Xiaoyou complained: "If it weren't for the sake of making high-quality jelly, I would have used potato starch to fool around." ”

Sighing, Gu Xiaoyou continued: "First of all, you have to choose good mung beans, wash them with water to remove impurities, and then scald them with boiling water, which can be regarded as disinfection." ”

"After scalding, you have to soak it in warm water for five hours, and five hours is enough to make six or seven pots of potato starch." Gu Xiaoyou pursed his lips and thought of the bitter scene of making mung bean starch.

Fortunately, she is an aspiring young man, and she has not wasted five hours, training and inspection, and it has passed in a flash.

Mu Wuchen listened attentively, occasionally looking at Gu Xiaoyou.

The expression on Gu Xiaoyou's face was vivid, and he was talking about pinching beans.

She made a pinching motion with her hands, her eyes narrowed slightly, shining brightly, and her cherry lips pouted slightly: "The skin of mung beans can be easily peeled off with a pinch of your hands, and the flesh of the beans can be easily crushed before it is soaked." ”

"Then it's ground into a pulp with a stone mill." Gu Xiaoyou made a stone grinding movement and looked at Mu Wuchen: "Don't just listen, keep stirring, the spatula should be buckled to the bottom of the pot." ”

Seemingly not very relieved, Gu Xiaoyou put down the garlic pot, walked to Mu Wuchen's side, covered his hand on the spatula, and his fingers inevitably touched the back of Mu Wuchen's hand.

Mu Wuchen's hand holding the spatula stiffened, and he listened to Gu Xiaoyou's guidance without distraction: "You have to go down a little further, otherwise the low starch water will not be stirred, and it will all be done in vain." ”

After speaking, he scraped a few times with a spatula, and unconsciously brought the tone of the chef: "Use this force, understand?" ”

"Hmm." Mu Wuchen replied in a low voice, and he smelled the unique fragrance on Gu Xiaoyou's body again.

I don't know if I didn't do it intentionally or unintentionally, Gu Xiaoyou had to hold his hand and loosen the scraper down a little: "If you want to do this, add a little more strength, shouldn't people who practice martial arts be very powerful." ”

She glanced at Mu Wuchen suspiciously, and complained in her heart that this guy wouldn't be lazy.

"Ahem, that's right." Sensing Gu Xiaoyou's suspicious eyes, Mu Wuchen quietly put the scraper in the right position, and stirred it a few times.

"Well, that's right this time, it's a little bit of a point, and the children can be taught." Gu Xiaoyou praised, let go of the hand holding the spatula, turned around and returned to the cutting board to continue pounding garlic.

"That's how you teach cooks?" Mu Wuchen's fingers moved slightly, and he asked in a natural tone.

"No, just say it." The cooks are much smarter, how can they teach them by hand.

Mu Wuchen's eyes, who didn't know the truth, flashed, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"I'm going to keep talking about mung bean starch, eh, where am I going?" Gu Xiaoyou asked in a daze.

"Refining." Mu Wuchen reminded.

"Yes, grinding, you have a good memory." Gu Xiaoyou smiled: "After refining, filter it with gauze, and add edible oil to remove the foam, and then precipitate the filtered soybean milk, separate the white water, remove the water on the surface, add water for secondary precipitation, and finally dry it into mung bean starch." ”

"It took me two whole days to spend such a pot of mung bean starch, it's not easy." Gu Xiaoyou said with affection.

Mu Wuchen looked at the white liquid in the pot and said softly, "You have worked hard. ”

"Hey, it's okay." Gu Xiaoyou had already pounded the garlic paste, leaned over to the side of the pot and took a look: "When the starch water in the pot becomes viscous and there is no white, you can stop, I will get the condiments out first, and I will exchange places with you in a while." ”

After speaking, Gu Xiaoyou hurriedly returned to the cutting board, poured the garlic paste into the bowl, added salt, sesame oil, sugar, and stirred with warm water.

Mu Wuchen glanced at it and continued to stir the starch water in the pot.

As time passes, the starchy water in the pot gradually becomes viscous, and the white liquid gradually disappears.

Feeling the resistance in the pot and watching the liquid in the pot change, Mu Wuchen only felt fresh, and there was no emotion on Gu Xiaoyou's bitter face when he stirred.

When Mu Wuchen was stirring, Gu Xiaoyou was not idle, she first made the condiment water, and then washed the green onion and cut it into finely minced green onions.

Preparing the porcelain plate with cold powder, Gu Xiaoyou put on heat-insulating gloves and returned to the side of the pot.

"I'll see." She took the spatula in Mu Wuchen's hand and stirred it in the pot: "It's done, it's time to start the pot." ”

"I'll come."

"No, I'm wearing gloves."

As he spoke, Gu Xiaoyou grabbed the handles on both sides of the iron pot, and buckled the iron pot on the disk against the porcelain plate.

Gently knocked on the bottom of the iron pot a few times, picked up the iron pot, and a semi-circular translucent jelly-like thing appeared on the porcelain plate.

"You can make cold powder when it cools, I'll put out the stove first."

Gu Xiaoyou put the iron pot away and turned around to extinguish the fire.

Mu Wuchen looked at the chubby cold powder embryo in the porcelain plate, and couldn't help but stretch out his finger and poke it at it.

The embryo was still a little hot, and when it was poked, the whole embryo shook and returned to its original shape.

What's even more interesting is its touch, hot and slippery, and a little elastic, Mu Wuchen couldn't help but poke it twice on it.

"Ahem." Gu Xiaoyou didn't know when he came back, and coughed lightly: "This is food, not a toy." ”

Mu Wuchen retracted his finger casually: "I'll see if it's cold." ”

"Is it cold?" Gu Xiaoyou raised his eyebrows and asked.

Mu Wuchen avoided her gaze, and squeezed out two words hard: "No." ”