"Why don't you taste it?"

The corners of Wu Guoliang's mouth were slightly curved, his hands were clasped to his chest, and he said: "Don't taste it, your lotus crisp has just found its shape, but the charm is insufficient, and the natural taste is not much better." ”

Yu Jian didn't believe it, and took the lead in picking up one and putting it in his mouth. Sure enough, as he said, the lotus petals were overblown up, and although the color was still the same, there was already a faint bitter taste.

"But your puff pastry making is so-so." Wu Guoliang praised her again.

Unexpectedly, Yu Jian felt even more frustrated. There are three main processes in the production of pastries: puff pastry, puff pastry, and puff pastry. She controlled the oil temperature and time very well, and the only thing that went wrong was the puff pastry.

The puff pastry should be made of water and oil dough, and then rolled after being wrapped in puff pastry to form layers of puff pastry dough.

Yu Jian pursed her lips, thinking to herself that she would have to study more in the future.

Wu Guoliang probably saw her careful thoughts, smiled lightly, and pulled him aside: "Look at how this crisp is opened." ”

The ratio of puff pastry is also particular, and the ratio of lard, flour and beetroot juice is strict. The juice must be squeezed pure, not a drop of water.

It is a basic skill to start breaking the dough after kneading it into a dough, and the dough will be more moisturized after falling. Error-free update @ Wu Guoliang used the same force to drop the dough and pick it up again, fell down again, sprinkled a handful of flour, put the dough on it, covered it with plastic wrap, and left it on for a while.

Taking advantage of the kung fu of the noodles to start making oil hearts, the big oil used by Wu Guoliang is as white as snow, and under the support of flour, it looks especially bright and white. Mix the dough with knuckles, slowly grasp and pinch evenly, and also knead into a ball.

The dough has to be broken several times, so that the dough has a greater luster and oiliness than at the beginning. For the second time, let the noodles be left in the refrigerator for two hours at low temperature.

Wu Guoliang washed his hands, and the old god greeted Yu Jian on the ground: "It's all time for dinner, let's go, Uncle Wu invites you to a big meal!" ”

"But......" Yu Jian still looked at the direction of the refrigerator reluctantly, hesitating and refusing to leave.

Seeing this, Wu Guoliang directly hooked her back neckline, carried her out of the kitchen, and under her stunned gaze, he directly closed the door, dropped a big lock, and the key shook three times and put it in his breast pocket.

The corners of the grinning mouth are clearly saying, stop thinking about it, hurry up!

Yu Jianping didn't know where he went, there was no sound in the yard, and even the rhubarb was gone, so he must have run out to play.

Wu Guoliang sighed and said, "It's really uneasy." One of them was gone, and the other was gone. Let's go, let's go to your Uncle Jianping first. ”

Where did Yu Jianping go?

Wu Guoliang and Yu Jian went to the kitchen, leaving him alone with Rhubarb. Although the dog is several times larger than before, it is still as dirty as ever, and the hair on its tail is so oily that it can be stir-fried.

Yu Jianping pondered for a long time, and could no longer turn a blind eye, buckled the leash, and took him to the side of a small pond that he passed by. He'd been to this place several times, and he was familiar with it. I don't know why I didn't see Rhubarb when I came here before, I must have sneaked out to find the little to have fun.

"Will you go down yourself, or will I throw you down?" On the bluestone slab by the pond, a man and a dog confronted each other, refusing to let each other.

Rhubarb grabbed his tail with some fear and kept whimpering towards Yu Jianping.

Yu Jianping blocked its way and said loudly: "You liked swimming when you were a child, why did you get older and more cowardly?" ”

Probably like you? Rhubarb has a humane expression. The water in this pond is as cold as ice, so it doesn't want to go down.

"Wangwang-" shouted twice, Rhubarb saw the opportunity, slipped between Yu Jianping's legs, and ran onto the road, not forgetting to wagging his tail at him a few times.

"Hey—you're still laughing at me, aren't you? You wait for me-" Yu Jianping couldn't see it, a dog dared to taunt him, spread his feet, and began to chase him.

By the time Yu Jian found this person and a dog, Yu Jianping was already angry, holding his old waist and scolding on the road: "How many good things did I eat for you before?" You white-eyed wolf, come back to me......"

And not far ahead, Rhubarb sat on the ground with his tongue out, cocked his hind legs and licked his ass. (This chapter is not finished!) )

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couldn't help but look at it for a while, and Yu Jian called Yu Jianping from behind. What kind of dog does anyone have, rhubarb is the same as his master, a cheap thief. But Uncle Jianping, it's been a long time since I've been so happy.

Yes, happy. He was scolding on his lips, but he was laughing happily in his heart. This joy also infected Yu Jian, she smiled and beckoned: "Uncle Jianping, let's go, Uncle Wu said to invite us to a big meal......"

The gloom has cleared, and it would be nice if it could stay in this moment.

……

Wang Song smoked a cigarette, shaking his legs anxiously, and his eyes swept to the mobile phone on the table from time to time.

Still no phone. _o_m

He swooped up from the couch, grabbed his car keys, and walked out. Watanabe Muraichi had just put pressure on him again.

"Wang Sang, aren't you the president of the Food Association? Why doesn't a little chef who isn't famous listen to you? Watanabe Muraichi still has a steady tone, but no matter how you listen to it, it is full of sarcasm.

Wang Song was about to break out in a cold sweat, unconsciously stood up straight, suppressed the anger in his heart, and assured him: "Mr. Watanabe, don't worry, I will let you see Yu Jian tomorrow." ”

Watanabe Muraichi was satisfied: "Wang Sang, tomorrow is my last day in the capital, and I will fly to Europe early the day after tomorrow." "The results of the intangible cultural heritage will be announced soon, and he must be present in person to witness this sacred moment.

Time is pressing, and if he can't bring someone tomorrow, his prestige in front of international friends will be gone. For the sake of that ethereal face, no matter what, he must see Yu Jian today.

"Ding-" The text message on his mobile phone came, and he glanced at it hurriedly, it was the address of the Yu family sent by the person. He didn't dare to waste time, so he pressed the elevator and went straight to the underground garage.

Zhou Xiaoyan forgot about the business card immediately, and in her selfish heart, she didn't want Yu Jian to wade into troubled waters.

Zhang Mingming leaned against the front desk and asked secretly, "Who is the person who came in the morning?" "Looking at the human appearance of a dog, he is menacing.

"A ***." Zhou Xiaoyan lightly opened her lips and spit out four words.

Zhang Mingming said again: "Sister Zhou, did that matter come to an end last time?" He winked, hoping to hear some gossip from Zhou Xiaoyan's mouth.

The play was performed together with him, and after playing most of the time, he probably understood, it is estimated that the little boss wants to use him to fish! It seems that there are still dissenting people in this restaurant.

"What result? Didn't clean enough toilets in a month? Ready to sweep for another month? Zhou Xiaoyan glanced at him, opened her mouth and scolded, gently patted the back of his hand with the ornaments placed on the table, and gently wrote two words on her fingertips: someone.

The curtain of the door not far away moved slightly, and the shadow on the ground flickered, and then disappeared quietly......

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