Qiao Xiaowan actually wanted to ask something, but after thinking about it, maybe the two of them would be more embarrassed, but when she thought about it, she was not happy, and she was angry at Li Wenjing: "Hurry up, it's so slow, when will the egg liquid be released." ”

Li Wenjing inadvertently glanced at Qiao Xiaowan, just now my sister was still pleasant, and when she asked about herself, she suddenly changed...... This woman, why has she changed so much.

But Li Wenjing didn't dare to provoke Qiao Xiaowan, inexplicably lowered his sense of existence, don't mess with her by saying the wrong thing and provoking her again, he lowered his head and slapped the egg silently.

Fortunately, his hand speed was fast, Qiao Xiaowan saw that the egg liquid was gone, and put the caramel several times in succession, until Li Wenjing made a delicate foam, a clear texture appeared, and the foam was not easy to disappear.

Qiao Xiaowan took the wooden plate, quickly added flour to it, stirred vigorously, and stirred until the batter was like a batter, there were no particles at all, and it was as delicate as silk and silk.

Then Qiao Xiaowan began to prepare the baked biscuits.

There was no piping bag, Qiao Xiaowan thought about it and used a spoon, the farmer's spoon originally had a large, medium and small size, Qiao Xiaowan used a medium size, used a spoon to dig a batter paste, smoothed the front of the spoon with chopsticks, and then covered it directly in the hot pot, well, the round arc of the egg biscuit became.

There are no scones, Qiao Xiaowan can only scoop them one by one with a spoon and bake them directly in the pot.

Roasting it like this will actually bring out the sweet flavor of the biscuits.

But there is no way to do it under poor conditions, Qiao Xiaowan is also the first batch of experiments, so if she can make it, she will find a way to build an oven for modern poetry.

This spoon and spoon of batter are stained on the pot, and the heat in the cauldron leans against the batter, and a sweet fragrance suddenly fills the entire kitchen.

The aroma of the biscuits, sweet, fragrant, very good.

Li Wenjing was burning the fire, and he was attracted to stand up and look straight at the small ones in the pot that were similar to the baked cakes but much smaller than the baked cakes, yellow and yellow little cakes.

The fragrance of this yellow cake made him feel like the fragrance of his sister.

Sweet and fragrant, it makes people want to taste it again......

There is no oven time setting for the big pot to bake, so the temperature of the pot is not so easy to control, less than ten minutes, Qiao Xiaowan immediately felt a trace of burnt smell coming out of the first egg biscuit, and hurriedly picked it up with chopsticks and put it on the plate, forgetting the discomfort in his heart just now, and greeted Li Wenjing warmly: "Brother, come and taste the egg biscuits made by my sister, are they delicious?" ”

"My sister's cooking must be delicious."

Li Wenjing flattered.

"A mouth is sweet." Qiao Xiaowan heard a trace of sweetness in her heart, and her face smiled, who doesn't like to listen to good words, women like to listen to good words.

"Come and take a bite and see."

Qiao Xiaowan put the egg biscuit in his mouth and blew it, after feeling cold, he fed it to Li Wenjing's mouth, the whole process, Li Wenjing looked at her directly, although his face was calm, his eyes were extremely deep, Qiao Xiaowan didn't notice Li Wenjing's strangeness, seeing Li Wenjing open his mouth and bite down, he heard the sound of his teeth biting the biscuit, and said anxiously: "How is it?" ”

"Sweet, delicious, sister, it's delicious." Li Wenjing commented: "It's the same as Shaqima, it's a rare delicacy, but I personally feel that this one is better than Shaqima." ”

The most important thing is that my sister fed it, and my sister blew it cold, this feeling is not only delicious, it simply makes him sink.