There's a coolie to help, why not?

Meng Wan wiped her hands and left the place in front of the desk to Reard.

Two parts of hot dough and one part of dough. Knead together and then sear. The texture is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, but it is full of strength.

Although the Reild people are stupid, they are not ambiguous in their work. Mengwan asked him to knead the dough, so he tried his best to knead the dough. For a full thirty minutes, he didn't stop.

As soon as Mengwan had finished adjusting the hot dough, Reald immediately took over the position and continued to knead the dough.

Seeing that he was working hard, Mengwan decided to add some filling to Reelde's pancakes.

"Do you like sweet or salty?"

In the past, Reald was reserved in everything he ate, and he didn't have any special preferences. Now that he is a fool, Mengwan feels that he still has to ask, and the province will make it later, this guy will not eat it.

"I like everything Wanwan does."

Reald also showed a particularly honest smile to Mengwan.

Then let's do a dragon and tiger fight, Mengwan thought to herself.

Dragon Tiger Fight is a unique pie name in Mengwan's hometown, and unlike ordinary sugar pies or salty pies, the filling of Dragon Tiger Fight is sweet and salty.

The sweetness has a little salty aroma, and the salty aroma does not cover the sweetness of the sugar.

Delicious dragon and tiger fight, must have a crispy and delicious skin and sweet and salty filling.

No matter which step it is, there is a sufficient amount of lard.

Opening the fresh-keeping warehouse, Mengwan took out the half-human-high lard fat, cut it into palm-thick strips and index finger-thick strips, and stacked them neatly into the pot.

"Come, you help me watch the fire."

In the interstellar era, there was no gas and oil, and Mengwan couldn't afford a dedicated kitchen heater. But fortunately, there are many forests on the planet, and there are many dead branches in the woods. Burning the branches of your own planet will not violate the interstellar environmental protection law.

It just so happened that the firewood and rice were also fragrant, and Mengwan happily built two more big stoves.

Mengwan stood on the stove and watched the fire, and Reild crouched in front of the stove to light the fire.

"You guy, you're quite good at burning fires."

Mengwan saw that the fire in the stove was burning just right, praised Reald a few times, and then concentrated on standing in front of the stove to boil lard.

I didn't notice at all that in front of the stove, a different look flashed in Reard's eyes reflecting the fiery red hearth.

Pick out the oil residue left over from boiling lard, add some spice powder and salt grains, Mengwan poured out half of the lard, and kept half of it to continue heating.

"Wanwan...... The oil is smoking. ”

Reald poked his head out from behind the stove and stared cautiously at the large smoking iron pot in front of Mengwan.

"Well, go and bring me a bowl of noodles."

Mengwan summoned Reard, and became more and more comfortable.

Reeld was also willing to be called by the dream, and came with a large bowl of noodles, completely ignoring the stacked heads on the windowsill of the kitchen.

"Wanwan, face for you."

Mengwan grabbed the noodle bowl, but Reald didn't let go. He was still clutching the bowl of noodles and staring at Meng Wan dissatisfied.

"Wanwan, you didn't praise me."

……

"If you don't praise me, I won't give Wanwan face."

……

"Wanwan praised me every time before."

When was your before?

When did she praise you?

When did you go into the kitchen?

Mengwan asked three times.

"Good, good, praise you, praise you. Jon is awesome. ”

After a few perfunctory words, Mengwan was about to draw a bowl in front of her. Unexpectedly, Reald still didn't let go, and looked at Mengwan's eyes with a bit of accusation.

What's wrong? Didn't she boast?

"Wanwan kissed me before!"

Reald gripped the bowl with one hand and zeroed out his lips with the other.

"Wanwan kissed me here before."