Mo Ziyun looked at Murong Qingyuan, as if she was looking at an idiot, "You can eat it if it's not ready!"

Murong Qingyuan was stunned by Mo Ziyun's straightforward answer and her look at her, and after being stunned, he immediately pursed his lips and smiled: "Yes, yes, you can eat it if it's not done." After saying that, he laughed at himself again, and after laughing at himself, he said, "Say, what to do, I'll help you!" After saying this, his eyes glanced up and down Mo Ziyun's body, and then said, "Otherwise, you and Mo Li, I'm afraid it won't just be good." And it couldn't be done, but the last sentence was not spoken, and it was natural to give Mo Ziyun a mocking look.

Mo Ziyun wanted to roll her eyes, she usually looked like a little adult, which would be a little childish, but she was also a child, with her hands on her waist, pretending to be dissatisfied, "Hmph, I'm still young, when I grow up to be so old, I will definitely be taller than you!"

Murong Qingyuan pursed his lips and followed her words, "Okay, taller than me, then you have to remember to eat more, otherwise you won't be as tall as me." These words are the same as Song Nanzhi and Mo Tingyu, full of spoiling.

After the two finished arguing, Mo Ziyun talked about the sandwich method, "Mix the flour with eggs first."

Murong Qingyuan looked at the two eggs that had been taken out, and the eggs were no longer needed after they had been taken out, and asked, "How many noodles do you want?"

Mo Ziyun planned to make one amount per person first, there were seven people in the family, plus the godmother and them, ten people, after calculating the number, she estimated the amount of flour, and finally said, "Scoop three bowls of flour first, if it's not enough, I'll add it later."

Murong Qingyuan took the pottery bowl on the board and walked to the cabinet on the side, opened the cabinet with one hand, first took out the bowl of rice from the bag containing rice, and then took it into the pocket of flour that was stretched out to the side, scooped out the three bowls of flour and poured it into the pottery bowl in the other hand.

After scooping up the flour, he turned around and walked to the board, looking at Mo Ziyun's already washed eggs, "It's okay to beat the eggs in?"

Mo Ziyun said, "Add some water."

Murong Qingyuan stretched out his hand to take the egg, "Then beat the egg first." After saying that, he took the egg and knocked it to the edge of the pottery bowl.

The first time, the knock was light, the eggshell was not broken, and then it was knocked again, there was a crack, but it was not enough, Murong Qingyuan knocked again, this time the force was enough, not only was it enough, the eggshell broke a big hole, and the broken eggshell flowed down with the egg liquid, half of it went into the bowl, and half of it flowed down the pottery bowl to the board.

Murong Qingyuan watched the egg liquid flow out, and hurriedly stretched out his hand stained with egg liquid into the bowl so that the egg liquid would no longer flow outside the pottery bowl. When the egg liquid flowed into the bowl, he took the chopsticks and wanted to clip the eggshell out of the bowl, but the eggshell seemed to be deliberately against Murong Qingyuan, obviously aiming at the eggshell, but when the egg liquid passed through, the eggshell went to the side, and it took three times to clamp the eggshell.

Seeing that he took the pottery bowl and scooped the noodles into the bowl, and he took the initiative to help, Mo Ziyun thought that he would probably do some housework, but as a result, he revealed the essence of not knowing anything with a beating, so he finally couldn't help laughing.

Murong Qingyuan also laughed a little embarrassedly, "Isn't this the first time I've done it, I'll do it a few more times in the future."

Mo Ziyun smiled and nodded, "Well, let's do it a few more times in the future."

Mo Li heard their words, came out of the stove, and looked at Murong Qingyuan carefully knocking on the egg again, Mo Li said, "Brother Qingyuan, if you go and watch the fire, I'll adjust the noodles, I will."

Before Murong Qingyuan could express his opinion, Mo Ziyun said first: "This is okay, Brother Qingyuan, you haven't cooked before, it's better to let Sister Mo Li come this time, she has cooked, and she will also meet." Then he glanced at Murong Qingyuan as he looked at her before, "Otherwise, we will really not be able to do it in a while." After saying that, no matter what his expression was, he laughed again.

Murong Qingyuan insisted on beating the eggs into the pottery bowl before letting go, and sighed, "I didn't expect that cooking is not easier than homework! Okay, I'll watch it once this time, and I'll come back next time." With that, he stepped aside.

Mo Li washed his hands, glanced at the flour and egg liquid in the pottery bowl, and then looked at Mo Ziyun and said, "Is it a little drier or thinner?"

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Mo Ziyun replied, "I want to make bread, but it can't be too dry, not too hard." If you don't have a slice of bread, you can only make a cake.

Mo Li roughly knew how far he was going to adjust, and after taking a bowl, he turned around and left, walked to the water tank and scooped up most of the bowl of water, holding the bowl in one hand and the chopsticks that Murong Qingyuan had just brought in the other, and began to mix the flour in the bowl.

Mo Li skillfully mixed the flour in the bowl, and said to Murong Qingyuan, "Brother Qingyuan, the meal is almost ready, don't add too much firewood, just boil it for a while."

Murong Qingyuan just filled the stove hole with a handful of firewood, and after it was stuffed, he walked to the board to see Mo Li's noodles, and when he heard Mo Li say that he wanted a small fire, he hurriedly turned around and walked to the stove again, and then walked back and complained, "Why didn't you say it earlier!"

As soon as Mo Li heard Murong Qingyuan's words, he knew that he was definitely not cooking over a small fire, put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand and walked to the stove, and hurriedly reached out to lift the lid of the pot, the soup in the pot had already overflowed a little, if he came one step later, I was afraid that half a pot of soup would overflow, "How do I know that you can't even cook!" The food is almost ready, it must be boiled on a small fire, otherwise the water will be boiled dry after a while."

The noodles were not in harmony, so he turned around and took the handkerchief on the board, wiped the little soup that came out, and then instructed, "The fire is smaller, and you should pay attention to the pot, so that the soup will not come out again."

Murong Qingyuan responded, "Okay, I'll make a little more heat, and then look at the pot."

Mo Ziyun watched Mo Li finish scrubbing the handkerchief stained with rice soup before returning to the board to continue to adjust the noodles, looking at her busy, she instantly felt that she was here to make trouble for her, but Tian Du had already been added, so she could only continue.

After Mo Li adjusted the noodles, he turned to Mo Ziyun and asked, "How big should the cake be?"

Mo Ziyun nodded, "Just make it the size of a bowl."

After Mo Li said "yes", he began to tear the kneaded dough in the bowl into small pieces, two more than the planned ten cakes. Divide the dough, then roll the small pieces of dough into a round and roll it out on a cutting board to form a bowl-sized cake. Z.br>

After everything was ready, he said to Murong Qingyuan, "Brother Qingyuan, the cauldron inside is also about to burn, and it is time to make kang cakes."

Murong Qingyuan responded, "Okay."

"It's also a small fire." Mo Li said, as he spoke, he lifted a bench about two feet long and a little more than half a foot high in the corner of the stove to the side of the stove, so that he could put the cake kang in the pot.

Murong Qingyuan first took a handful of straw and lit it in the stove hole of the rice pot, and finally took the straw and stuffed it into the stove hole of the stir-fry. While the pot was still hot, Mo Li carried the oil tank to the stove again. After putting the oil can, standing on the bench, I took a shovel and felt the temperature on the black and shiny cooking pan before taking a spoon from the oil can, scooping a little oil into the pan, and then taking a shovel and stir-frying in the pan so that the oil could be stained around the bottom of the pan.

When Mo Li stood on the bench, Mo Ziyun also stood on the bench, barely able to see the pot, looking at the oil in the pot, even if it is a cake, this oil is pitiful! knew that she, like her grandmother, was reluctant to use oil. Although the kang cake does not use much oil, it is too little and it is easy to stick to the pan. So Mo Aster directly reached out to the oil tank, scooped up half a spoonful of oil and poured it into the pot, "Sister Mo Li, you see that the pot is out of oil, I'll add some more."

Mo Li noticed that she would scoop oil in again, and only after she poured it in did she say, "Kang cakes don't cost oil, a little bit is enough."

Mo Ziyun nodded in response, "Hmm." When a child is so tired, I want to grow up!

Mo Li began to put the finished dough cake into the pot when a trace of smoke rose in the pot, the first cake was put into the bottom of the pot first, and then along the edge of the pot. When there were four of them, Mo Ziyun said, "Sister Mo Li, wait for these four kangs to put the others later."

Mo Li responded, "Hmm." After answering, Mo Li watched the smoke in the pot rise again, and hurriedly shouted, "Brother Qingyuan, guys." After speaking, he took the spatula and kept turning over the cakes in the pot, so as not to burn the kang for a while

After Murong Qingyuan heard this, he looked at the firewood in the pot, "It's already very small!"

Mo Ziyun thought that she couldn't cook

rice, immediately got off the bench to see the fire, it was indeed not big, similar to the fire boiling porridge, but for the kang cake, it was still a little big, so he said: "Brother Qingyuan, the fire is smaller, the fire is big, and the cakes in the pot are easy to paste."

After hearing this, Murong Qingyuan took the tongs and grabbed the firewood that was burning in the pot and retreated a little, so that the fire burning at the bottom of the pot was smaller.

Seeing that the fire was a little smaller, Mo Ziyun said, "This should be fine."

Murong Qingyuan knew that she had burned the fire, but she had never done the matter of kang cakes, and said, "You haven't cooked kang cakes, how do you know that this fire is suitable?"

Mo Ziyun snickered in her heart, of course I, a person who has been cooking for almost six or seven years, knew that this fire was not suitable, but I replied differently, "I just know! I don't believe you asked Sister Moli!"

Mo Li didn't need to be asked at all, so he took the initiative to reply, "It's suitable, it's just the right size."

Murong Qingyuan didn't want to increase the fire anymore, but just said casually, and the two pots continued to burn on a low fire.

Mo Li turned the dough in the pot back and forth several times, waited for the four cakes to be fully cooked, and then put them into the prepared plate, and then followed the second round, which was still a round of four.

Mo Ziyun saw that the fire and the kang cake were all right, and then said, "I'll go pick some vegetables from the vegetable garden and come back."