The flower butter mist put down the double knife, picked a white color, jujube core-shaped winter bamboo shoot from the vegetable basket, hunched scales, slightly hairy, plucked the bamboo shoot clothes, cut into bamboo shoots, blanched in hot water, and the special fragrance came to the nose.

Winter bamboo shoots are known as "golden clothes and white jade", and they are a must-have among vegetables.

But it is difficult to choose, the choice is not good, the bamboo shoot meat is too old, and it can't be chewed and stuffed teeth; The bamboo shoots are too tender, and they are mixed with the dry mouth of the meat puree, and there is no fresh and crispy taste.

If it weren't for the fact that she had studied cooking for many years, it would have been difficult to choose one of them.

At this moment, Xia Kui was staring at her move, and couldn't help but imitate her move and make the same bamboo shoots, but after only tasting it, she felt as hard as bamboo skin, and immediately poured it out.

Immediately after, the flower fat mist took out a dozen or so thumb-sized eggs.

This is the quail's egg, crushed, picked out the yolk, served in a bowl and quickly scattered, the technique is almost catching up with the speed of her blood sacrifice formation.

Soon, the sound of chopsticks clinking on the bowl stopped.

She poured all the silky egg wash into the meat puree, stirred it with a rolling pin, and chopped it while kneading.

Hua Fat Mist smiled at herself a little teasingly: "God knows, she will actually cook in such a small place in her life, and she also uses internal force, this shame is not a star!" ”

After the egg mixture and meat puree were completely mixed and the orange egg was not visible on the surface, she took out the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, sprinkled some each, and then crushed the white sesame seeds to give off the fragrance, and then melted them together.

In another pot, boil the tomatoes and crush them into juice.

Do not cook for too long, the color is not good, and not too short, the sweetness cannot be cooked.

She stared at the gradually boiling tomato juice in the pot, added two sticks of firewood, blew and blew, the fire thickened, and the tomato juice was ready.

After finishing these, take out a piece of snow-white water tofu from the wooden basin, cut it into pieces, get out of the pot and boil, boil to remove the astringency, drain it, and fry it into a golden dried tofu on both sides.

It looks crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, making people salivate.

Finally, the egg and meat puree was kneaded into nine bulging birds, and one by one they were placed in the steamer drawer, and the winter bamboo shoots were wrapped around the thickness of a hair.

Well, just wait for now.

The flower fat mist clapped his hands and slowly fried the tofu over a simmering fire to make sure it didn't cool down due to the steaming time.

She looked around, the maids were all flying in a hurry, their feet did not touch the ground, and the room was full of noisy sounds, even Xia Kui.

But at this time, the flower fat mist seems to be quite idle.

She calculated the time, and there was still half a little more time, so it was better to boil two more bowls of pheasant soup.

Just do it, add barley, sprinkle rock sugar, add osmanthus, and extra yam puree into it, and stew it slightly.

When the hour is approaching, the flower fat mist burns firewood, thickens it with tomato juice, pours it on the meat puree in the steamer drawer, and carves some radish feathers and cucumber flowers as decorations, which is very beautiful.

"The hour has come!"

The maids stopped.

According to the order of standing, Qian Wen checked them one by one, but everything that was not good-looking and too greasy, glanced at it and left, walked down in half a circle, only tasted three dishes, and shook his head and sighed.

When he walked in front of the flower fat mist, he stopped with some anticipation, and saw her unveil the steamer with her bare hands, and in the white mist, a plate of orange and white vegetables with moon white appeared, and the nine lifelike "sparrows" were exquisite and lovely.

"This way, a hundred birds return to their nests."