Master Cai took a close-up of Li Yi boiling butter while wiping the sweat from his forehead.

He listened to Li Yi pull from the baked cake to Tang Seng, and he also heard the sweat in his head.

Make a baked cake, why did you make a Journey to the West?

There was also a barrage in the live broadcast room, and the audience was ridiculing.

"Help! I just want to have a pancake. ”

"Really? How to make a baked cake, it is Daigo, and it is Tang Sanzang's? ”

"I see! Brother Yi is going to create a series of IP, Journey to the West-themed baked cakes! ”

"Haha! Without storytelling, how can yakiniku sell for a high price? ”

Seeing the audience's ridiculous barrage, Li Yi explained with a smile: "I'm really not telling stories indiscriminately for the sake of selling at a high price."

The origin legend of this mille-feuille cake I made is indeed related to Master Xuanzang.

It is said that the appearance of this mille-feuille cake is that Master Xuanzang returned from the Western Regions to translate the scriptures in the Great Ci'en Temple.

When he translated a thousand volumes, Li Zhi, the then emperor of the Tang Dynasty, ordered the imperial dining room to make this mille-feuille cake with Daigo, which symbolizes supreme wisdom, and rewarded it to Xuanzang in recognition of his merits.

That's why I use butter to make this mille-feuille. ”

Hearing Li Yi's explanation, the audience suddenly realized.

"So it really has something to do with Master Xuanzang?"

"So there's nothing to do with my Sun Dasheng?"

"Master Xuanzang is a monk, right? If Daigo is extracted from milk, is it considered open meat? ”

"Daigo shouldn't be considered a meat cook, right? I remember drinking milk is not a breaking vow, but eating eggs is a breaking vow. ”

This question also aroused the sheep's curiosity, and she asked, "Brother Yi, can Master Xuanzang eat Daigo?" Won't you break the vows? ”

"The emperor just rewarded him, and didn't say that he must eat it?"

Li Yi explained with a smile: "And milk and dairy products, monks can drink in moderation.

There is a story in the Vimala Sutra that when Shakyamuni was enlightened under the Bodhi tree, he was hungry and thirsty, and a shepherd passed by and fed him some milk and goat's milk porridge, so that he persevered and finally attained positive results.

Milk is not fishy, so monks can drink it in moderation, but it has a grudge against the cow for food, so the monks who take the great vows generally do not drink it.

However, if there are unexpected circumstances, such as being too hungry, or when others offer offerings and rewards, you can also drink a little.

In the situation of Master Xuanzang at that time, he returned from preaching the scriptures and translated thousands of scriptures, which was an act of immeasurable merit in spreading the Dharma.

Moreover, Daigo symbolizes supreme wisdom and is rewarded by the emperor, which is a kind of glory of merit.

If he eats some Daigo, it's absolutely fine. ”

Listening to his explanation, the sheep smiled and asked, "Then if I eat this mille-feuille baked cake, can I also get supreme wisdom?" ”

“……”

Li Yi shook his head and changed the topic: "Let's take a look at the crisp fried in butter, how it tastes." ”

"Haha!"

The sheep was joking, and when he saw this, he laughed, and went to the stove and began to study.

The special aroma of butter permeated the pan, and the originally congealed butter had completely melted, but the temperature had not risen too high.

Then, Li Yi scooped out some dry flour and added it to the pot.

When the flour is put into the pan, it spreads quickly, staining the butter into a white foam and quickly becoming cloudy.

Li Yi stirred with a frying spoon while adding, and turned on the stove with his legs from time to time, but it would quickly turn off after only a few seconds.

The sheep didn't understand what he was going to do at first, but after looking at her, he realized that Li Yi was going to use this pot of butter to fry a pot of puff pastry.

"Are you frying puff pastry?"

She couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, or I'm sleeping?"

Li Yi made a joke.

"You're so much at once? Aren't you afraid of paste? ”

The sheep exclaimed: "At most, I fry a small pot, and I use that kind of pan to fry, only so much at the bottom of the pan, and I often fry the paste." ”

"It depends on personal experience."

Li Yi stirred the butter in the pan while below, so that the flour would melt and not condense into a lump: "The fried puff pastry is to control the temperature, so that it will always stay within a safe range, and it will not be mushy." ”

“……”

Listening to Li Yi's disapproving explanation, the sheep was speechless.

She knew that although Li Yi said it lightly, the difficulty of stir-frying the puff pastry in the cauldron was definitely not as simple as he said.

If you let her do it, the chance of a rollover is definitely 100%!

Therefore, she didn't plan to ask Li Yi in detail how to control the oil temperature, because she could guess Li Yi's answer - judged by experience.

Actually, this is the real answer.

She has fried puff pastry herself, and knows that there is basically no shortcut to this matter, so she can only rely on trying again and again to accumulate experience, and then continue to increase the difficulty, quantity, trial and error, and continue to sum up experience.

If she wants to fry such a big pot of puff pastry like Li Yi, she estimates that she will have to practice for at least several years before she can do it.

It was precisely because she knew this that she did not inflict humiliation on herself, but admired and admired Li Yi's skillful operation, as if she was observing a miracle descended from God.

After adding noodles a little bit, stir-frying, controlling the temperature, and observing the crispy color of the noodles, Li Yi suddenly found that the surroundings were gradually quieting a lot.

He looked back, only to find that there was already a crowd behind him, all looking at the butter and puff pastry in his pot with amazement.

Seeing him turn around, Wu Lei smiled and said: "The aroma of fat and carbs is really unbearable, it's too tempting!" ”

Yang Shaoyue also swallowed his saliva and exclaimed: "I have never seen such a big pot of butter, it smells too fragrant, right?" ”

Zhao Jinmai also pushed Liu Yifei over at some point, sat in her arms, and asked Liu Yifei: "Sister Yifei, have you eaten honey butter-flavored potato chips?" I especially like to eat it, and that's the taste. ”

His eyes fell on the lap of Liu Yifei, who was sitting under Zhao Jinmai, Li Yi raised his hand and beckoned to Zhao Jinmai: "Maimai, come and help me." ”

"Okay!"

Zhao Jinmai didn't doubt him, got up and ran over quickly.

But Liu Yifei knew why Li Yi just asked her to help.

Obviously, Li Yi didn't want her to sit on his lap, for fear of pressing her leg.

But Liu Yifei didn't feel anything, she felt quite comfortable holding Zhao Jinmai.

Mai Mai's body was soft and fragrant, and after she hugged it a few times, she was a little addicted.

It makes her feel like she wants to hold something now, and her heart is comfortable.

"You help me scoop out all these puff pastries."

Li Yi handed the frying spoon to Zhao Jinmai, and he turned around and came to the basin on the side.

The dough under the basin had already swelled in a circle, and it had even lifted the basin up.

Lifting the basin, Li Yi kneaded the dough again, drained the exhaust, and covered it with the basin again.

The noodles pay attention to three kneading and three dumplings, and this is the second time.

After glancing at the time, Li Yi went to the storage room and brought out the syrup.

After rapid cooling, the transformed syrup is still clear and soft, which is the most suitable syrup state for making Cantonese-style mooncake crusts.

5

(End of chapter)