"I'll make a brushed mochi first, Xiaoyi, please help me mash the taro after washing the dishes." Fang Qingnuan rolled up her sleeves and began to put the materials she needed on the table.

"Yes, master." Walked to the sink with the cutlery and put it down, and put the pot in and cleaned it together.

Dinner was happily eaten, and Zhaocai also changed the arrogant appearance of the past two days, and let her rub it all over when she was full. Make a little dessert that the little guy loves to eat, and raise it high and kiss it for a while, sucking the cat from head to tail, is it not a matter of catching it?

The shoveler smiled meaningfully and began to pour glutinous rice flour into the bowl on the scale.

"It's just me and Zhaocai eating, and this one is a bit of a stomach, so I'm going to make only four. If you want to do more, increase the amount according to this ratio. "After all, I ate high-calorie fried food in the afternoon, and although she has tried to make less dinner as much as possible, she is actually eight or nine minutes full now," 120g of glutinous rice flour, 30g of corn starch, and 20g of sugar. ”

"Weigh it and pour it into a basin, add another 20g of corn oil." Walked to the refrigerator and took out a small can of sweet milk, blocked it with her hand and reminded the system to help make the mosaic, she lifted the pull ring of the aluminum can, and poured all the milk into it, "150g of sweet milk, I don't recommend the brand, you can buy it yourself, if there is no sweet milk at home, ordinary milk can put an extra 10g of sugar." ”

[The stars are so quiet tonight: rigorous! ] The anchor knows how to play mosaic [covering his mouth and laughing]]

[Sihasha: The milk manufacturer hasn't sent someone to send a contract to the anchor yet, with her advertising package, you are sold out tonight! ] 】

[Abandon: That's really possible, because I've already started searching for the keyword 'sweet milk']

[Xiao Ming's favorite bread: dessert control a whole love to live, fortunately, there is a lot of taro stock, glutinous rice flour sounds not easy to run out, and when I buy sweet milk, I will open the whole! [Looking forward to] [excited]]

[Ginseng doll: Brother, you are really a crow's mouth, glutinous rice flour is out of stock▼_▼ Now I bought a few catties of glutinous rice and plan to grind it myself! 】

[No more krypton: Mom, I suspect that there are people from the milk merchant in our live broadcast room, and I have refreshed two products with two labels as 'the same sweet milk on a sunny day'=. =】

[[Admin] Troll 111: Screenshot private chat to me, lawyer's letter warning! 】

"Stir these 'shelving flutes' well, and then sift them." She was directly putting the sieve on the snow pan, slowly pouring down and the paste that came out, "The pot should be non-stick, otherwise your robot may be angry and shut up because it is too difficult to wash the pot." ”

Put the sticky sieve and small basin into the pool that Xiao Yi had just cleaned up, Fang Qingnuan felt guilty and comfortable, who understands the happiness of not having to wash dishes and pots?

"The next step is simple, but it's a bit of a test of patience." She put the pot on the stove and turned on the low heat to heat it slowly, "Don't be in a hurry, stir while heating." ”

"If you want to be lazy, you can ask for help from the little robot at home." Fang Qingnuan summoned Xiao Er and asked it to imitate its own movements, "Stir it into translucent cooked dough and turn off the heat, and give a close-up when I shout to stop in a while, your robot should be able to imitate the video." ”

Putting the wok on the stove, she brought another half bowl of glutinous rice noodles and said, "The glutinous rice noodles we bought are all corn starch, and we need to use a little cooked flour for a while, so we need to fry some for later use." ”

"Fried glutinous rice flour is a bit similar to the fried flour when we made 'rotten cabbage' before, and it is also slowly shoveled and mixed over low heat, so we should also pay attention to safety."

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"Got it, got it!" Admiral Howard excitedly put down half a slice of crispy meat in his hand, showed the order information to Jasmine, and after getting a compliment of "It's about the same", he threw a proud wink to his son.

"The King of Cheers" Bobao immediately puffed out his cheeks and praised vaguely: "Wow~ Dad is so good!" We'll be able to eat the same dessert in a moment! ”

"Let's go to the kitchen in a moment." Jasmine stirred the apple hot orange tea in the bowl with a spoon, and said to the father and son who were expecting her to wash her hands and make soup, "You two can only eat it if you two help me, and as for that stinky boy in Denver...... Let him be hungry. ”

"Yes!" Bo Bao made a funny military salute, grabbed a piece of crispy meat and ate it, completely ignoring his brother's life or death.

"He's still messing around with that?" Anthony thought of his languishing appearance after talking to his son yesterday, and sighed hatefully, "I don't know who this love brain is...... Hey, Bobao, why did you eat my meat! ”

"Hey, it's still our Bobao that has a vision." Jasmine shook her head, also speechless at the eldest son's incompetence, and instead pinned her hopes on the younger son, "What kind of girlfriend do you want to find in the future?" ”

"Of course it's like Sister Qingtian, a girl who is beautiful and has good craftsmanship and is always fragrant!" Bobao replied without thinking, and then exclaimed like an empowered, "Mom and Dad, I know! ”

"Huh?" "What?"

"It's too difficult to expect Sister Qingtian to fall in love with my brother, do you think it......" The little guy covered his reddened cheeks with his oily little hands, and asked in a shy long voice, "I...... Go out in person...... What do you think? ”

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"You've got all the dishes ready, so please take your time." The little food delivery robot slowly exited the room, leaving the three of them staring at each other.

Just now, after being flipped through the video of the live broadcast before the sunny day by two old friends, and judging that the shopkeeper plagiarized according to the time and trust in the little anchor, Mu Linfeng also had no intention of eating. Two days ago, I was reluctant to put down the chopsticks after eating myself, and compared with the master-level craftsmanship of the sunny day that I tasted in the live broadcast room, it was suddenly overshadowed.

"This, judging from the appearance, imitates nine images." He looked at the food on the fine plate, and asked the two old friends with some uncertainty in their faces, "What now?" Do you still eat it? ”

"Hmph, thanks to the little anchors, they just put a bowl and plate and eat it, otherwise even the plating skills will be plagiarized by him." Lin Maoshan picked up the chopsticks in front of him and picked up a large chop fiercely, "Eat, why don't you eat?" ”

"Let's see the difference." Casper picked up the spoon and touched the crème brûlée in front of him, "After all, I'm the one who has eaten the original crème brûlée. ”

"Phew! You're embarrassed to say it! Smelling the smell of the big row in disgust, Dean Lin, who judged that there was no incense made by the little anchor, immediately came to the fire, "That's what I got by answering the questions with hard work!" ”

"Let's take a taste of it." Professor Mu had to be a peacemaker, and he also picked up a chestnut and ate it. According to the two old classmates, they only need to eat the dishes after the little anchor opens the sensory sharing, and decide which is higher and which is lower.

"Phew! Bah! Bah! Lin Maoshan made an even more angry voice.

"As for being so angry?" Casper was so noisy by him, the angle of the spoon was a little off, and he dug out a piece of fragment with a shape that did not meet his aesthetics, and couldn't help frowning.

"It's all old classmates, what's the contradiction......" Mu Linfeng put down his chopsticks and planned to continue to persuade.

"Not about that." Lin Maoshan pointed to the big chop he spit out, and said in a disgusted tone, "This big chop, the smell has not been removed, and it is worthy of being compared with the little anchor?" ”

Silently spitting the pudding in his mouth on the napkin, Casper's aura became even colder: "The egg wash smells fishy, and the caramel is too bitter." ”

"Not really." Mu Linfeng took a bite of the chestnut in disbelief, and after a few seconds, he put on the same pain mask as the two of them, "How can the taste be so bad compared to what you make on a sunny day......