I don't know when I heard that yellow millet is not suitable for making flour and fine rough teeth.

No matter how much you polish it, you can't eat it fine enough.

Now, facing a bowl of golden millet rice that was specially left, Chen Yu's heart was faintly moving.

Is it really not suitable? Didn't try, he didn't believe it.

Sniff, such fragrant grain, it's a pity not to use it to make some pastries and ferment them.

Compared with normal spring millet, these cultivated spiritual fluids are actually not much different, with a rich fragrance, pure color, and a full stomach.

That's all there is to it, there are no many magical peculiarities of the spirit plant, but he still spends a lot of time on it.

The main thing is that I want to eat pastries.

In my previous life, yellow rice was a good thing to make pastry, but it didn't look like it couldn't be done, so I still planned to try it after thinking about it.

But before that, he cooked himself a bowl of gruel. Mixed with white millet and yellow millet two kinds, yellow and white in the bowl, hot and fragrant.

After a sip of drinking, a faint sweetness soaks the throat, and then the stomach flows with warmth, this warmth is growing, with the more rice porridge in the meal, it gradually turns into a heat flow, and conducts it to all parts of the limbs.

Poof!

Poof!!

At the heart, the Qi seed is entwined. Chen Yu sank his mind and spiritual power, and sure enough, he found that this heat penetrated into his blood and flowed all over his body, and finally converged in his heart.

Faintly, the Yuan blood in the body grew a little.

In the end, he tasted the effect of spiritual fluid cultivation, and his satiety was just that there was no yuan blood in the body of the gluttonous deer, in other words, the other party's absorption ability was far inferior to him, so he would eat more than twenty grains and lie on the ground all night before he could recover.

Chen Yu, on the other hand, can absorb it with yuan blood, so he can eat as much as he wants, and he doesn't have to worry about indigestion at all.

"The aroma can be slightly refreshing, and the rice grains are somewhat similar to Bigu beans, but the potency is far inferior."

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that he should grow some beans in the medicine field. Maybe Bigu Beans can strengthen the Yuan Blood?

Bowing his head and groaning, he didn't expect that when he planted the beans, he hadn't yet introduced the Qi into the body, and the yuan blood was not yet there, as for the beans that had been eaten and lost later, there was no verification of it.

Fortunately, when he planted the fourth batch a few days ago, he didn't completely open the beans, but still planted some.

Just two litters.

Shaking his head, he paid attention to return to the pastry.

It's a little late today, so let's wait for tomorrow and go up the mountain to pick some herbs and come back. You can also add some medicinal herbs to make a medicine cake.

Just think about the taste and it is pungent.

Ingredients? Peach blossoms, of course.

It's decided, I'll get a pot of peach blossom cake out tomorrow.

It's so bitter that you lose your teeth.

……

Peach blossom cake to be made, but it's a joke to lose his teeth, Chen Yu won't find guilt for himself, he is the only one on the mountain who can eat cakes, really make this thing, is it really bad to spoil the food or bad to spoil him himself?

As for Brother Chicken? It's too wasteful, that guy never gives Chen Daguan a good face, and there is really no need to put a hot face on his cold ass.

For the gluttonous deer...... It is estimated that it is overjoyed, it is not afraid of hardship, and treats peach blossoms as the master of snacks.

Thinking left and right, it's better to use some ordinary peach blossoms.

The fragrance of peach blossoms and the intoxicating aroma of millet make it a good pastry.

Washing and grinding, washing rice.

Early the next morning, after Chen Yu had done his morning class, he lay on the stone mill and crushed a bowl of yellow rice for 690 rounds.

It was beaten until it was powdery and stopped.

He didn't believe that there would be a so-called rough tooth like this.

Make a fine powder, mix the dough gently, then cover it with a layer of dry flour, seal it in a jar and wait.

Fermentation requires a process. Taking advantage of this, Chen Yu went to the mountain and picked some herbs and came back.

Wash and mash, mix with water after brewing.

Two more days passed. The fragrance of the noodles is already faintly audible, and in contrast, the original aroma of millet is much lighter.

In fact, if he could, he would prefer to ferment it with rice wine, but he didn't, only a pot of fruit wine that he had recently gone down the mountain to buy for flavoring.

The method used now is also the number of ways to make alcohol, and I haven't done it in my previous life, but I remember that my predecessor had done it twice with the old Taoist priest when I was a child, and he found it out.

After the noodles were fragrant, Chen Yu took out the dough sealed in the jar, and then mixed it with the vanilla juice prepared earlier, mixed it, and then it was normal to roll out the dough and cut the strips.

Because it was the first time, Chen Yu was still a little rusty at first, but after moving the knife twice, he became proficient, and after a short time, he rolled the dough finely, and then kneaded it into a small ball.

Pushing open the door, the sound of rain is in my ears.

Putting on a hat, I came to the peach tree in front of the courtyard, and did not touch the few trees that had put in the spirit, but chose other ordinary peach trees.

In fact, the two are very easy to distinguish, and those petals that have used the inspiration are still pink and tender, as if they will bloom for a long time without being affected by the weather.

The ordinary peach tree was about to wither away by this time.

It stands to reason that the peach blossom cake has to be made at the beginning of the peach blossoms, and now it is almost summer, even if the peach trees in this world are different from the previous life, but it is difficult to continue to support, and the naked eye can see the malaise.

Instead, there are young peach species.

It takes about three months for these young peaches to ripen.

Chen Yu didn't pay attention to these, he looked at the grass shed after picking the peach blossoms, it was empty, the stupid deer didn't know where it went, and he hadn't seen it since he shook it a few days ago.

Shaking his head and not looking at it anymore, he immediately turned around and went back, the rain was not small, crackling and falling, and the hat ticked.

The rain fell last night, pouring down, and it poured all day, but fortunately, during this time, there were often canals that dredged the side of the mountains and fields, but they were not flooded and washed away.

In addition, the pond behind the courtyard has also accumulated a lot, and I want to wait for the rain to clear up, and then I can plant the last medicine.

Back in the stove room, my vision darkened.

It was early in the morning, but the sky was dark, and I had to light a candle on the windowsill. Chen Yu put down the peach blossoms, although he looked sluggish, but he could make do with it.

He tossed for a while, and then on a whim, he wanted to make something new, so he made the dough angular style, added some salt and sweet root juice, and then garnished the peach blossoms, sent them to the ladder cage, and put them in the pot.

There was water underneath, and the stove was on fire.

After waiting for about two quarters of an hour, he lifted the lid and took it out with a ladder cage, and a fresh fragrance filled his nose.

Look at it again, the mist is dispersed, and you can see the true face of the finished product.

“……”

How to say it, after all, the first time, it is inevitable that there will be mistakes, and as long as the taste is not bad.

The corners of his eyebrows twitched, and he used chopsticks to stick a piece of oval gnocchi on it, and a fuzzy peach blossom drooped on it.

Bite down and savor gently.

After a long time, Chen Yu sighed, it's okay, let's give it to the gluttonous deer, it's also a good thing to think about, and I have to share it.

After thinking about it, as if he was unwilling, he bit it again, and finally sighed, beat the remaining dough into thin cakes, and put it on the ladder cage at will.

As for these steamed buns that have already been made... Peach blossom cake, wait for the deer to come later, it's really not okay to give it to Brother Chicken, presumably it won't open its mouth to refuse.