Taking out the dough that had been refrigerated in the refrigerator for an hour, Su Ruoxi looked at the somewhat hard dough and was a little helpless.

"Hey, hey, what's next?"

Feng Yifan picked out a rolling pin and said, "Here you go, the next thing is to roll this dough into a thin dough." ”

Su Ruoxi took the rolling pin, and according to Feng Yifan's command, sprinkled some corn flour on the cooking table first, and spread the flour evenly with her hands, and then turned the refrigerated dough in the basin upside down.

Su Ruoxi stretched out her hand and pressed gently, and found that the dough was different from what she imagined, not the soft state of the dough, but a little hard.

After pressing hard a few times, Su Ruoxi frowned slightly and asked, "This is so hard, how can it be rolled into dough?"

Feng Yifan didn't respond immediately, but lifted the lid of the iron bucket, and the rich fragrance in the pot instantly rose out, permeating the entire back kitchen, and smelling the fragrance also made Su Ruoxi couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

Use a large iron spoon to gently skim off some of the foam, add the marinade again, stir gently, and reclose the lid.

Then, Feng Yifan turned around, came to his wife's side, and took the rolling pin from his wife's hand.

"Well, I'll roll the skin, and you'll do the stuffing of the tart skin. ”

Su Ruoxi also happily accepted: "Okay, then what should I do?"

Feng Yifan pointed to the refrigerator and said: "You take out the outermost milk in the refrigerator, put it on the fire in a pot and heat it, remember to add some white sugar, I have prepared it, heat the milk, and then pour in the egg whites and stir well." ”

After instructing his wife, Feng Yifan began to roll out the skin by hand, first flattening and flattening the dough, and then using a rolling pin to start rolling it out vigorously.

After refrigeration, this dough for making cookies is indeed a little hard, and it may not be able to roll out evenly without a handful of strength.

The key is not to be fast, but to roll it out slowly little by little, so as to ensure that the overall thickness is uniform.

Su Ruoxi saw her husband slowly rolling the skin over and over again, and couldn't help but think: Fortunately, she didn't roll the skin, otherwise it would be really tiring. I opened the refrigerator and saw a carton of milk by the door of the refrigerator room, so I took it out.

Then Su Ruoxi found that in the overall refrigerator in her back kitchen, there were a lot of fresh things, including a lot of strange things.

For example, cauliflower, which looks a little weird, and a lot of milk and various eggs, including some sauces.

After taking out the milk and closing the door of the refrigerator, Su Ruoxi asked strangely, "Why are there so many strange things piled up in the refrigerator?"

Feng Yifan raised his head when he heard this and asked, "What strange things, is there anything strange in the refrigerator?"

Su Ruoxi pointed to the refrigerator door and said, "You have piled up so many kinds of milk, as well as those sauces, and things that seem to be liver, and that cauliflower, why do you look so strange?"

Feng Yifan heard his wife's words, smiled and said, "Those are also ingredients, but they are rare in China." ”

Then, Feng Yifan also explained to his wife seriously, telling his wife how to use some of the ingredients.

"Those different kinds of milk are to be prepared to make cakes for Ruoruo and her good friend Yang Xiaoxi, as well as those fruits, and some ingredients, those things need to be prepared in advance. ”

Su Ruoxi felt that what her husband said made sense, nodded without asking any more, and came to her husband with milk.

"I've got the milk, what's next?"

When Feng Yifan heard his wife's question, he suddenly cried and laughed, thinking to himself, didn't he tell you the process all over the time?

However, seeing his wife's appearance, Feng Yifan could only explain seriously.

Listening to it again, Su Ruoxi roughly understood, waved her hand and said, "Okay, I understand, you continue to roll the skin, I'll do it, I guarantee that there is no problem." ”

said so, but the first step made Su Ruoxi a little difficult, because looking at the large and small pots in the back kitchen, she didn't know which pot to use for a while?

Feng Yifan saw his wife standing in front of a pile of pots in a daze, and pointed to a small iron pot hanging on the wall: "Just use that." ”

Su Ruoxi reached out and took it off, then poured the milk into it and put it on the stove to heat it.

During this period, Feng Yifan also stretched out his hand and helped adjust the fire, ensuring that it was slowly heated over low heat to melt the white sugar in the milk.

Su Ruoxi also stood by the pot very seriously, using the small iron spoon given to her by Feng Yifan, slowly stirring, so that the milk and white sugar could be fully integrated.

The heated milk was brought over, and according to Feng Yifan's command, the previously separated egg whites were poured into the hot milk and stirred evenly with a blender.

Feng Yifan also instructed: "Don't be too fast, slowly, let the egg whites and milk blend together, and stir out a little stickiness." ”

Su Ruoxi nodded, and did what her husband said very seriously, and at the same time watched her husband roll out the skin.

"It doesn't have to be very thin, it's not good if it's too thin, it's about three or four millimeters like this. ”

Then, Su Ruoxi saw her husband bring a baking tray, and also found a tin foil tart mold with folded edges.

Su Ruoxi knew very well that this mold like an egg tart was not available at home before: "Why do you have everything prepared? Did you buy these too? You have already prepared them?"

Feng Yifan nodded with a smile and replied, "Yes, these things were bought back in the past few days." ”

Su Ruoxi continued to ask with some surprise: "You have already thought about what you want to do for your daughter every day?"

Feng Yifan shook his head and said, "Of course not, but I thought that I would always make these for my daughter, so when I saw it when I went to the market, I bought it back in advance." ”

After that, Feng Yifan continued to teach his wife: "Look at it, these rolled skins, use a round mold that is slightly larger than this egg tart mold, cut them into round dough cakes, and then press them in the mold like this, remember to press them tighter." ”

Su Ruoxi also looked at it very seriously, and then made one by herself, and found that this thing is really not difficult.

After all the egg tart crusts were put into the molds, Su Ruoxi asked, "Next, do you want to pour this milk into these molds?"

Feng Yifan shook his head and said, "Don't worry, first go through the sift of the milk and filter out some impurities." ”

Su Ruoxi also did the same.

While his wife was cooking, Feng Yifan selected some fruits, cut them all into very small pieces, and then spread them on the bottom of the tart mold.

After laying out the diced fruit, Feng Yifan said to his wife: "Okay, then you can pour the milk into it, remember not to pour too much, to leave a distance of about two millimeters." ”

When Su Ruoxi heard this, she immediately asked strangely: "How can I guarantee that this is 2 mm?

Feng Yifan smiled and stretched out his hand, held his wife's hand, gently hugged his wife into his arms, and took his wife to pour milk into the tart crust.

At the beginning, being held by her husband like this and hugged into her arms made Su Ruoxi's body stiffen, and she subconsciously wanted to break free.

But Feng Yifan's voice sounded in his ears: "Don't move, you study hard, okay?"

Su Ruoxi listened to her husband's words, and she could only let her husband do it like this, first her heart beat faster, but after the first egg tart was poured, her whole person gradually relaxed.

Looking at the amount of milk that her husband poured in, she basically had a reference, and when her husband wanted to continue to do it by hand, Su Ruoxi decisively refused.

"Okay, I have a reference, you can hurry up and take a look at the meat in your pot, don't be here, don't you feel hot slimy?"

was pushed away by his wife, although Feng Yifan was still a little unsatisfied, but because he didn't want to disgust his wife, he had to let his wife do it by herself, and didn't forget to instruct: "Then you have to pay attention, don't pour too much, otherwise it will be bad when it will be baked." ”

Su Ruoxi continued to pour in the milk, and responded: "Okay, I know, it's really verbose." ”