Ding Xue thought slightly, brought the white fungus over to cook, and then let the big and small flowers and the Qiao family go over to eat, but the two families were very jealous of those adults, so they just shirked.

"Don't worry about everyone, there are a lot of snow ears in the forest, if you want to eat, there is no time when you can't eat it." Aunt Zhang Qi'er didn't talk to her, packed up the white fungus and drove people out.

Thinking about this, Ding Xuewei didn't insist anymore.

Last night, An He only told Old Man Ding and the old village chief that the adults would get up early this morning, but he didn't want them to be a step late when they came.

When Old Man Ding and the old village chief arrived, An He had already waited for someone to wash, not to mention Ding Xuewei and the others when they arrived.

"It's okay with the chicken soup, let's cook some noodles." An He said when he saw Ding Xuewei.

Ding Xue nodded subconsciously, staring at the bubbling water in the cauldron.

"I'll try sweet potato flour first." Halfway through her head, she changed her words.

Anhe was silent for two seconds and then said yes.

Yesterday, before making ice, she had the precipitated sweet potato flour collected into the baking room, and after a night of hot baking, the fluid had completely dried.

The sweet potato flour that was taken out was clumpy and hard, and it took a lot of work to grind it, and the leaky scoop prepared in the morning was on it... Error-ridden.

She has eaten a lot of powder, and she is fortunate to have seen it raw, but the process of making flour is not rough, and it looks like that, but it is rare to make people gnash their teeth.

At first, the noodles were too dry, and when the batter could be put into the pot smoothly, there were no vermicelli in the pot, and the whole pot of boiling water directly turned into sticky soup.

When Ding Xuewei thought that she might need to add cooked noodles, she couldn't drip because there were too many cooked noodles!

"Why don't you cook the noodles first?"

While Ding Xue was tinkering with sweet potato flour, Aunt Zhang Qi'er was making noodles and hot soup, always preparing the second plan that sweet potato flour could not succeed.

At this time, the water in the small pot was boiled for the sixth time, and the time had passed.

Aunt Zhang Qi'er was afraid that everyone would be unhappy, but she didn't want to be blinded by Ding Xuewei's various operations, and when she heard her, they all said that they were not hungry.

I ate a lot last night, and I really didn't feel hungry, and when I came back, I couldn't suppress the desire to win and lose inspired by sweet potato flour.

"Add some cornstarch." The prefect is in a hurry.

After drying and adding water, thinning the noodles, the dry powder was consumed unconsciously, and when Ding Xuewei was about to adjust some more cornstarch, Xia Li said in a panic: "There is no noodles." "Spit out.

"No face?" The Lord of the Books raised his voice.

Xia Li tugged at the hem of his clothes very uneasily: "The previous one is already the last dustpan." ”

The thinner the sweet potato flour fluid, the faster the water will evaporate.

Before, Xia Li had already told him when he brought out the last dustpan of dry powder, but at that time, everyone was focused on Ding Xue's fine-tuned batter, and no one paid attention to it.

"Bring me the ones that came out this morning." Ding Xuewei's brain was racing.

Most of it was collected yesterday, and only a third was left this morning.

This will just be a matter of thinning the batter and should be fine with wet powder.

Ding Xuewei felt unaffected, but the prefect was afraid that she would mess up: "Scoop a part, scoop a part out." ”

If you run out of wet powder, you have to start digging sweet potatoes!

Having failed too many times, Ding Xuewei also knew that it was right to be cautious, and obediently scooped out a part.

It may be that he has failed too many times before, and he has accumulated enough experience, or it may be that Ding Xue is slightly lucky, this time the slurry was just right, and when a circle of gray silver floated in the pot, everyone did not react at the first time.

"Aunt Seven, fish, hurry up!"

Ding Xue's slightly joyful voice woke everyone up, and Aunt Zhang Qi'er hurriedly went down to the bamboo to scoop up powder.

"This?"

The vermicelli in the entire pot is connected, and a bamboo drain can't be fished out at all, and more importantly, Ding Xuewei keeps shaking and leaking the scoop and continues to flow out of the slurry.

"Crush." Ding Xue almost didn't give her a roll of her eyes.

Aunt Zhang Qi'er is usually a shrewd person, but today she actually made such a low-level mistake.

Ding Xuewei's thoughts, Aunt Zhang Qi'er, who decisively crushed the fans on the side of the pot, didn't know, if she could hear her inner thoughts, she would definitely refute that she was not to blame, there were two bigwigs in the house standing next to her, and it was normal for this kind of brain short-circuit.

"Grandpa, you taste first."

When scooping up another scoop of flour slurry, Ding Xue shouted slightly to the old man Ding who was standing on the side.

"I'll come." The bookkeeper suddenly puffed out his chest.

She didn't say to taste it, and the people surrounded by it didn't expect to taste it, as soon as she opened her mouth, in a few minutes, half a pot of newly cooked fans was divided.

It's not just soup, it's just hot powder one by one.

Speechless for a second, Ding Xuewei put her attention back on the leaky scoop in her hand.

She doesn't even know how to make powder, and if she points out how it tastes good, it will make people suspicious!

Ding Xue didn't care about it, and everyone didn't have the heart to pay attention to her little expression, and they were all caught by the smooth Q elasticity that they had never felt in their mouths.

"Strange!" Regardless of any etiquette, the master told the prefect with the powder after instigating the powder again.

The prefect just swallowed the food in his mouth: "It's very weird, it has no resemblance to noodles!" ”

Sweet potato flour looks the same as flour, and subconsciously, they classify it, until they taste it, and they are forced to introduce that it not only shows a different form from noodles, but also has a very different taste.

"Personally, I don't like that feeling." The master frowned.

The prefect who picked up a piece of chopstick powder and was about to send it to his mouth paused: "Personal preferences have nothing to do with the surplus food at home. ”

You have a lot of money, there is no shortage of food, you can naturally choose, ordinary people, if you don't eat, you will be hungry!

The master bookkeeper was not angry and nodded: "If it can be dried and stored, the taste problem can be ignored." ”

"Let's take this pot back with you." Ding Xue interjected slightly.

The two adults were about to say that it would be good to take it back for everyone to taste, but Ding Xuewei said: "Today's sun should be good, you don't need to hang it in the sun, it won't take long to spread it out like this, and these powders can be dried." ”

“·····”

The two adults who misunderstood were indifferent.

She didn't want people to taste it, but she was afraid that they would let her enter the mansion!

“··· If the adults are afraid of trouble, the folk girls can be dried and then sent to the government for the two adults to evaluate. Ding Xue spoke dryly.

Don't blame her, these two eyes are too straightforward, and they tell her bluntly that she shouldn't shirk responsibility!

"This is the most transparent girl Xia Guan has ever seen." The master bookkeeper said without changing his face, staring at Ding Xuewei and said.

When the prefect heard this, he raised his eyebrows: "It is also the most transparent that this government has ever seen." ”

Ding Xue, who was too smart, was slightly silent.

It's not a good thing to be in an environment that is too simple... Is it okay to make up for it?

Looking at the eyes of the two adults, it was obvious that nothing she could make up for could change the implementation of their decision!

A roar every day, begging for tickets, asking for collections...