The shallots used in the decoration of Su Ri have become the protagonist of today, and the special fragrance of scallion oil is simply unstoppable.

Xun Zhou rubbed his nose, feeling the fragrance of green onion oil rushing straight to his nose, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, and sighed, "I can plant some green onions in the flower beds in the yard when I go back!"

The green onion is a species that is simple and grows quickly, and it is not difficult for people who do not know how to grow flowers and plants to feed.

If you have green onions, you can pick them to find Mingtang's sister and ask her to make scallion oil.

Skillfully put the round dough into the oil pan and fry it, until both sides are browned, then pick it up and put it on the drain rack next to the oil pan.

They came early, and at this time, on the draining rack was the first pot of scallion pancakes.

originally thought that it was just to drain the oil on the shelf, but it didn't come to pass, after all the scallion pancakes were fished out, Ah Bing actually beat eggs into the oil pan one by one.

As soon as the egg is put into the oil pan, the transparent egg white immediately bulges like a cloud, and the white cloud lining the egg yolk inside is more and more tender and lovely.

Xun Zhou's eyes didn't blink. Although he was not born in a powerful family, he was also a scholarly family, he did not worry about food and clothing, and after worshipping Wen Xuance and Wang He as a teacher, the food he ate was also served directly on the table after it was made.

With the "crackling" sound of the egg when it meets the oil, the omelette began to take shape, and the rich aroma of the omelette also spread, and Ah Bing quickly picked up the scallion pancake from the drain rack and covered the newly formed omelette with his eyes.

Wait until the omelette fits perfectly with the scallion pancake before it is scooped up and put back on the countertop.

The air was filled with the fragrance of fried eggs and scallion oil, and the liquid in his mouth and tongue overflowed uncontrollably, and he stared at the scallion oil quiche for a moment, until he saw Abriso pick up the oil paper bag and quickly wrap a scallion omelet and hand it to an errand officer in front of the stage, Xun Zhou reacted to the fact that he needed to line up to receive the meal.

But it was just a daze, and the chef, who was only a few people, was already lined up at this time.

In the matter of receiving the morning food, Dali Temple, whether it is an errand or an official, will not be polite to him.

The "micro-service" servants in front of the queue shook their heads at him, spread their hands and said, "Xun Gongzi, I have been calling you just now, why haven't you reacted at all?"

React? Fang just stared at the scallion friquette, and forgot about the next thing!

Although he didn't say what was in his heart, a few "micro-service" officers were like roundworms crawling out of his stomach, and said with a smile: "If you want to see the cake, remember to bring it first and then look at it slowly!"

It was the turn of the "micro-service" errand to speak, and took the scallion oil omelet wrapped in oiled paper handed by Ah Bing and put it on the plate, and the soup balls that were boiling porridge in front of the deep pot on the side handed over a bowl of porridge scooped out of the pot.

Not only is the scallion friolet the first time I have seen it, but so is the porridge.

The porridge in the pure white porcelain bowl is boiled into a milky white color, but it is much thicker than ordinary milk, and there are two red wolfberries in the middle, which is beautiful and transparent and faintly reveals an inexplicable sense of "health". ….

Thinking of the name of the porridge that Ah Bing said earlier - soybean milk yam porridge, well, it is indeed quite healthy.

In the dinner plate, a scallion oil omelet, and a bowl of soy milk yam porridge were served up on the plate and left the countertop.

Well, of course this morning meal is not his, it is those "micro-service" errand servants, and there is still ...... before it is his turn Xun Zhou counted, and there were seven or eight people.

But fortunately, both Ah Bing and Tangyuan are very neat, and in the blink of an eye, the second pot of scallion oil egg cakes has been scooped up, and the team has lost eight people at once.

When it was Xunzhou's turn, it happened that he could only wait for the next pot, Ah Bing put down the iron clip in his hand, and pasted the scallion pancake made by Wen Mingtang on the back table into the oil pot.

In this way, Xun Zhou, who could only wait for the time being, fell his eyes on the table behind A Bingtong Tangyuan, but saw Wen Mingtang holding a spoon and scooping out a spoonful of white guinea fat from the crockpot at hand and placing it on the dough that was rolled out into a long tongue.

"I don't know much

Where has Xun Zhou seen such a thing? When he was stunned, he couldn't help but ask Wen Mingtang, "Sister Mingtang, what is that?"

Wen Mingtang didn't raise his head and said, "Puff pastry."

Puff pastry? Xun Zhou was stunned, Wen Mingtang, who kept in his hand, finished placing the puff pastry, pressed it evenly on the long tongue dough, and then sprinkled the green onions in the copper basin on the side on the dough.

Seeing that the green onions were sprinkled with "heroic" dough, Xun Zhou couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "So many green onions?"

"Naturally, there will be more green onions!" Ah Bing glanced at Xun Zhou, grabbed the scallion pancake that Wen Mingtang had rolled out and pasted it into the oil pot.

When the oil meets the flour and scallion oil, a new round of scallion oil fragrance is added to the fragrance that has not yet dissipated.

After Wen Mingtang sprinkled the shallots, he wrapped the dough around the shallots and puff pastries like a quilt, then flattened them, rolled them slightly, and when the shallots in it were faintly exposed on the surface of the dough, he withdrew his hand, turned his head and continued to roll out the next one.

He watched Wen Mingtang's kung fu in making scallion pancakes, and Ah Bingxin's pot of scallion pancakes in that room was also out of the pot, and he quickly grabbed a scallion pancake and sent it to Xun Zhou's dinner plate, and urged Xun Zhou to leave quickly.

Dali Temple eats morning food, oh no, there are many people who eat three foods, this Xun Gongzi is too grinding, and he wants to make a noise to drive people away.

Urged by Ah Bing and Tangyuan one after another, Xun Zhou walked to the food plate and sat down in front of the eucalyptus and began to eat the morning food.

The combination of porridge and cake is quite common, and Xun Zhou often eats it like this, so that he has become accustomed to eating this combination of morning food.

To eat this kind of morning food, the first bite is naturally to drink porridge to moisten the mouth.

Xun Zhou picked up the spoon and scooped it into the milky white soybean milk yam porridge, and the rich aroma of soy milk had already been smelled when he was queuing.

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Although it is not as fragrant as the scallion oil, it is as domineering as a storm in an instant, but the rich aroma of this soy milk is mixed in, and the warmth and moistness cannot be ignored.

Although it is a soy milk base, it is not only soy milk, the same milky yam is also ground and mixed into the soy milk, the mellow soybean milk aroma and the fragrance of the yam at the bottom of the porridge have been completely integrated into the soft and glutinous porridge rice, with a trace of sweetness moistened into the mouth.

Looking at the milky white that has been completely integrated, you can know that the boiling time of this pot of porridge will not be short, and it is true, the tip of the porridge in the mouth will be shattered as soon as the tip of the tongue is sipped. Although it is also rice that can be easily broken, there is more than one taste of rice, glutinous rice and japonica rice.

This seems to be integrated, but the taste of a fine product can taste a slight difference, so Xun Zhou completely forgot the original intention of tasting a bite, spoonful after spoonful, until nearly half a bowl of belly, and the wolfberry that dotted it was sent into the mouth, then temporarily put down the spoon, and raised the scallion pancake that he wanted to eat when he entered the door.

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