As more condiments were added to the flour, the speed of Yan Chen's hands became faster and faster, and the strange thing was that his hands were obviously stirring up the wind and clouds in the basin, but the flour raised never floated out of the basin for half a step.

"Smack......

Yan Chen suddenly stopped his movements, slapped his hands on the top of the basin, and the flour on his hands fell and scattered, strangely not exceeding the basin at all.

It's as if someone has drawn a circle over the basin, and the circle will never escape from the circle.

Yan Chen looked at the flour in the basin that was more loose and delicate and he stirred, and nodded with satisfaction. Then he stretched out a finger and tested the temperature of the water on the side.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's not cold. As he spoke, he took the basin with one hand and slowly poured water into the basin, and continued to stir in the basin with the other hand, and when he reached a point, the flow of water stopped abruptly.

Everything was just right, as if he had measured it with precision.

The flour went from a loose and fine powder state to a snowflake at a very fast pace, followed by a second addition of water, a third addition of water, and finally an egg yolk dough was born through his hands.

There are also dots of sesame seeds evenly scattered on it, and the distance between each sesame seed is exactly the same, which is more accurate than the measurement with a measuring tool.

After doing this step, Yan Chen was not satisfied, and the strength in his hand was a little heavier.

Kneading dough pays attention to the "three lights".

The so-called "three lights", namely: face light, hand light, and basin light.

Yan Chen took a small pinch from the formed dough and kneaded it gently in his hand, and after a while, he kneaded all the noodles that stuck to his hands, and then took this small pinch of dough to wipe the basin clean, and finally kneaded it into the large dough.

At this point, the dough is finally done, the egg yolk dough is kneaded smooth and round, and there is a faint smell of wheat wafting out.

"Young Master Yan's cooking skills are really amazing, just this kneading dough, ordinary people can't do it. The shogunate gently wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

This exclamation is obedient and obedient, without the slightest slap on the horse. He didn't expect that just the process of kneading dough could be handled by Yan Chen so extraordinary, and he naturally found that the sesame seeds kneaded into the dough could make the distance of each sesame seed so even, he would never be able to do it.

"Young Master Yan, what are you going to do next?" the shogunate cook asked shamelessly.

Yan Chen smiled lightly when he heard this, "Of course it's a pancake to eat." As he spoke, he began to pull a small agent from the dough, put it in his hand and rubbed it twice quickly, and then patted a layer of thin powder and pressed it on the table, and the prototype of the cake was already ready.

Yan Chen's movements were very fast, and after a while, all the dough turned into the prototype of twenty or thirty small round cakes placed on the table at the moment, and the cook of Mufu also heated the pot under Yan Chen's instructions.

Yanchen reached over the pot and felt it slightly, very satisfied with the temperature at this time, and then took a small bowl from the spice rack on the side, and the bowl contained the grease that had solidified.

This is something he has been eyeing for a long time, the coagulated fat in this bowl is extracted by the shogunate cooks when they usually stir-fry fatty meat, this oil has an indescribable fragrance no matter whether it is stir-fried or what is done, and he decided to use this oil to make cakes.

It is said that the pancakes have special pans, and the Mu family's great business is naturally not bad, so it was prepared early, but Yanchen didn't take the usual path, and he had to use a pot for stir-frying vegetables to live or die, and the shogunate cook was still very puzzled and asked him why.

As a result, Yanchen said very confidently: "Because I'm langbei." ”

So the chef of Mufu was completely convinced, and honestly heated the pot.

Yan Chen picked up a small spoon and gently scooped a piece of solidified grease and put it into the pot, and the sound of "zilala" suddenly sounded in the kitchen, and the small piece of grease slid into the pot like skating ice, quickly melting at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally completely dissolved in the pot.

The rich aroma spreads, and the oil alone is already so fragrant, what will the baked cake taste like?

When the oil melted, Yanchen quickly turned down the furnace heat to keep the oil temperature at a stable temperature, and then picked up the pot and shook it lightly a few times to evenly distribute the oil.

He was very measured, no more, no less, a small piece of grease melted and just spread the pot noodles and there was no superfluity, "Guess what I'm going to do next?" Yan Chen turned his head and asked the shogunate cook.

"Young Master Yan is next for pancakes?" The Mufu cook was stunned by Yan Chen's question, and after being stunned for a while, he replied a little uncertainly.

"That's smart. Yan Chen bared his big white teeth and laughed happily.

“......”

The shogunate cook and a few handymen glanced at Yan Chen like fools, and always wanted to send him the most cordial greetings in their hearts, and always felt that they would become stupid if they talked to this guy too much.

After laughing, Yan Chen finally got up, his hands moved like lightning, and he quickly pasted half a palm-sized dough cake into the pot, from the bottom of the pot to the edge of the pot, but he didn't let go of the place where the oil had slid over the next cake that could be pasted.