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Chapter 182 The Dumpling God Possessed

I saw that the master evenly cut the tomatoes into slices about one centimeter wide, and then cut the slices into strips, and the strips into cubes. All the diced tomatoes were very uniform in size.

The seeded heart of the tomato is attached to the outside of the tomato, and there is only a small amount of juice on the chopping board.

Ouyang Jiarui held the mobile phone and clapped his wrists with both hands, "Master is amazing."

Yunsu glared at him, "When I let you practice knife skills, let's see if you can still laugh."

Sure enough, upon hearing these words, Ouyang Jiarui's expression changed, "Master, I will practice hard."

Probably, all his cooking talents are focused on the aroma and taste, and he really can't learn this kind of knife skills.

After yesterday's training, he started to cut carrots. After half a day of practice, he still cut carrots.

Although he didn't dare to look at his master at the time, he knew that his master was so angry that he almost kicked him out of the school.

Yunsu stared at him, "Watch carefully!"

Ouyang Jiarui: "Okay."

Yunsu put the diced tomatoes in an empty bowl, sprinkled some salt in it, and stirred the salt and diced tomatoes evenly with chopsticks.

Fearing that the apprentice would not understand the meaning of this, Yunsu explained kindly, "This is to use salt to kill the excess water in the tomatoes, so that there will not be too much water in the tomatoes. When making dumplings, as long as you move quickly enough, the dumplings There will be no leaks."

Ouyang Jiarui nodded, "What if the dumplings are made slowly?"

Yunsu stared at him, "As long as it doesn't take half an hour to make ten dumplings, then it's fine. If it's slower than this, then don't eat dumplings."

Ouyang Jiarui: "Good master!"

With Master's guidance, he believes that he will change from a dumpling novice to a dumpling god in a short time!

Yunsu poured oil into the empty pot, turned on the gas, and the pot was heating up. Yunsu cracked the eggs into the empty bowl and stirred them up.

After the pot starts to smoke, turn off the heat, pour the eggs into the pot, and stir fry quickly with the remaining heat in the pot.

Ouyang Jiarui: "Master, why did you do this? Can't you scramble eggs on fire?"

Yunsu: "Eggs fried with residual heat will be more tender, and when the dumplings are cooked, the eggs will be reheated, so you don't have to worry about the eggs being undercooked."

Ouyang Jiarui nodded, "I'll make a note."

The stuffing is ready, the next thing to do is the dumpling skin.

Yunsu took out two basins, put some noodles in each basin, and took two cups of warm water.

Yunsu looked at Ouyang Jiarui who was still in a daze, "Put your phone aside and wash your hands."

Ouyang Jiarui: "Good master."

After drying his hands, Ouyang Jiarui walked to Yunsu's side, "What does Master want me to do?"

Yunsu handed him an apron, "Do it with me."

Ouyang Jiarui's eyes widened, "Master, I don't know how to make dumplings."

Yunsu turned his head and stared at him, "You have to learn if you don't know it. If you know everything, what do you need me as a master?"

Ouyang Jiarui's heart beat faster and he was very nervous. This was his first time making dumplings. I hope Master will not think him stupid.

Yunsu poured warm water into the basin little by little, and then stirred the noodles into flocs.

After finishing it, she looked at Ouyang Jiarui, "Now you learn the technique I just did and knead the noodles into flocs."

Ouyang Jiarui nodded, "Okay, Master."

All the steps, techniques, and even the order in which Yunsu put some salt and oil in the noodles are the same.

The eyes can see it, but in practice, there is a gap.

The flour flakes made by Yunsu are flocculent, while Ouyang Jiarui's flour flakes are directly mixed into a small dough, surrounded by small flour fluffs.

Yunsu looked at Ouyang Jiarui's flat mouth, then sighed, "That's okay."

For novices, you can't ask too much. It's good to be able to knead the noodles into dough.

Ouyang Jiarui exhaled, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his forearm, "Thank you, Master."

It's not that he made it like this on purpose, it's because it's really difficult for Mian Xu.

Although his technique and the amount of water poured are the same as the master's, but when he made it, for some reason, those noodles were very disobedient.

Then it finally turned into what it is now, and his hands are covered with paste.

Yunsu kneaded the flour into dough, and Ouyang Jiarui looked at the dough in his hands, imitating Yunsu's movements and kneading the dough.

After kneading, he found that the dough in his hand was gone, and it was all mixed with the dough.

After kneading the flour into a smooth dough, Yunsu put the dough on the chopping board, and covered the dough with the basin that had just been kneaded to wake up the dough.

Ouyang Jiarui also imitated her movements. As soon as he covered the dough, Yunsu raised the basin.

Yunsu looked at Ouyang Jiarui's dough, then opened his own dough, "See what's the difference between the two?"

Ouyang Jiarui was stunned, and said in a low voice, "Your dough is very smooth, but mine is full of bumps."

Yunsu glared at him, "Do you think this kind of dough would be delicious when made into dumpling wrappers?"

Ouyang Jiarui shook his head, "No."

"Couldn't it be better to knead quickly?!" Yunsu laughed angrily. It seems that besides knife skills, pasta is also the child's Achilles' heel.

His operation techniques are all correct, and there is no other good way to change them, and he can only practice diligently.

If he fails, let him eat it himself, anyway, he can finish it.

Next time I make pasta, I won't give him so many noodles.

Let him practice little by little.

There are too many noodles, and it is a waste if he can't finish it by himself.

After kneading for another ten minutes, Ouyang Jiarui's dough finally became much smoother.

Yunsu nodded in satisfaction, "Wake up."

After waking up, Yunsu kneaded the dough into long strips.

The dough seemed to have a soul in her hands, and it was very obedient. After a while, it turned into long strips of uniform thickness.

Ouyang Jiarui continued to imitate Yunsu's movements. Although the movements were a little clumsy, there was nothing wrong this time.

Yunsu nodded, "That's right, keep up the good work."

Then, she held the long noodles with one hand, pinched a little bit of noodles with the other, and pulled them, and the noodles became noodles.

Ouyang Jiarui imitated her movements, but the noodles were not separated from the long noodles, and were pulled into longer noodles.

Ouyang Jiarui looked at Yunsu's noodles, the interface was complete, and then looked at his own, very frustrated.

What is this, and why is it completely different from what Master made?

Yunsu: "Come here and see my operation clearly."

"Pinch the long noodles, press them tightly with the tiger's mouth with the other hand, and pull them hard, and they will come down."

Ouyang Jiarui tried it himself, but he couldn't grasp it well at first, but after a dozen or so trials, he finally got better.

He exhaled, he is not too stupid.

He turned his head and peeked at Yunsu, but Yunsu didn't look at him, and concentrated on pulling the dough in his hand.

　good night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)