After the three yuan and the third, the ministers angered the ceremony and the music collapsed

Chapter 127 The Infinite Loop of Dough
As soon as Jiu Qi opened the door, he saw that the garden was full of all kinds of small animals made from snow.

Just by looking at the appearance of these animals, Jiu Qi can probably tell what kind they are.

But upon closer inspection, it seemed that it was different from the animals he had seen.

For example, that little rabbit, if it hadn't seen two long ears, would have a three-petal mouth.

Jiuqi really couldn't recognize that it was a rabbit.

These animals are a little too cute.

At this time, Jiang Zhao came out from the kitchen holding a cup of hot tea, and saw Jiu Qi was looking at the little rabbit she pinched, and asked aloud.

"Cute, right?"

Jiu Qi turned around and nodded.

"It would be great if these could be sold, and I would definitely make a lot of money."

Needless to say, these small animals made by Jiang Zhao are too cute.

But these are all made of snow, and it won't be long before they all melt away.

"Then just be someone who doesn't know how to melt."

Jiang Zhao said.

Jiu Qi turned around and asked, "How can it not be melted?"

"Take a cloth and sew a shape out, and stuff it with cotton."

These things are in the shape of dolls, and it would look better if they were made of colorful cloth.

Jiuqi wanted one very much, so he pestered Jiang Zhao: "Miss, can you make me one, I want one."

Jiang Zhao spread his hands helplessly: "Do you think I look like someone who can do needlework?"

Looking at her fair and slender hands without a trace of calluses, Jiu Qi shook his head.

Jiang Zhao patted his head and said, "I'll draw a model sometime, and then you can go to Mother Ding to make it for you."

Hearing that it could be done, Jiu Qi was very happy. He pointed to the electric mouse on the ground and said, "I want that mouse."

"That's called an electric mouse, not a mouse."

Jiang Zhao corrected his address.

But Jiu Qi turned around, looking left and right, he still thought it was a mouse.

At noon, Jiang Zhao suggested that we all have a meal together.

That is, the dumplings from the previous life.

"Jiao Er can do it, but we don't know how to wrap it."

Jiuqi said.

Except for eating, this group of people don't go into the kitchen at all.

Jiang Zhao looked at Wei Xiang and said, "It's okay, Zhongqing will take care of it."

Since Jiang Zhao wanted to eat Wei Xiang, he went to knead the noodles, and chopped all the meat that Nanny Ding bought in the morning into stuffing.

Because Jiang Zhao doesn't like to eat green onions, Wei Xiang specially made her a stuffing without green onions.

Originally, Wei Xiang wanted to leave the onion alone, but Jiang Zhao said: "Everyone likes to eat onion, it's not good not to put the onion, anyway, if the onion is wrapped in Jiao's ears, it won't taste much, so let's let it go. "

After the noodles were reconciled, Wei Xiang cut them into small pieces and rolled them into dumpling wrappers.

Looking at Wei Xiang's skillful technique, Jiang Zhao couldn't help but think of the first time they covered Jiao Er.

It seemed to be the winter solstice then.

Jiang Zhao said that she wanted to eat jiaoer, but there were few stalls selling them outside, and they usually made their own food.

Wei Xiang said that he came to make a bag, the first time to make a bag for Jiaoer, Wei Xiang's bag can be said to be horrible.

Once the wrapped jiaoer was in the pot, the skin was all torn, and all the stuffing leaked out.

In the end, Jiang Zhao and Wei Xiang drank the meat-stuffed noodle soup.

From there, Wei Xiang worked hard to learn. During that time, what they ate every day were Jiaoer with the skin broken.

But Wei Xiang's understanding is very good. After a few days of eating, Wei Xiang can make a perfect ear.

Wei Xiang distributed some of the rolled jiaoerpi to everyone, and then he made dumpling fillings for Jiang Zhao himself without green onions.

In order to distinguish Jiang Zhao's delicate ears from the others, Wei Xiang did several tricks.

There are ingot styles, flower styles, and lucky bag styles.

After Jiang Zhao saw it, he praised: "Zhongqing, your hands are getting more and more skillful."

Hearing Jiang Zhao's praise of Wei Xiang, Si Mubai looked at his delicate ears that were sticking out of his hands.

Throw it away, and replace it with another one, and he will also wrap it into Wei Xiang's beautiful ears.

But he can't even cover the ordinary-shaped jiao ears well, and this kind of fancy jiao ears can't cover them well.

Jiang Zhao looked at the Jiaoer ears wrapped in layers of Jiaoerpi and Jiaoerpi.

The skin is probably as thick as the skin of the steamed stuffed bun.

After a while, the Jiao Er steamed out, and it was probably a steamed stuffed bun.

But Si Mubai still didn't believe in evil, so he wrapped several buns in a row, but all the buns that came out were delicate ears that were thicker than shoulder-length buns.

Wei Xiang gave him twenty jiaoer skins, and he used up only seven jiaoer skins.

After everyone finished wrapping, Wei Xiang boiled Jiao'er in the pot.

However, because the jiaoer that everyone made had a risk of leaking stuffing, Wei Xiang decided to cook it in two batches.

One batch was made by everyone, and the other was made by Wei Xiang himself.

In addition to Jiang Zhao's, Wei Xiang also packed some, which is what he was afraid of.

Sure enough, everyone's jiaoer cooked a big pot of meat stuffed noodle soup.

Then Wei Xiang cooked the jiaoer that he made himself, picked out Jiang Zhao's exclusive jiaoer and served it to the table.

Everyone ate Wei Xiangbao's jiaoer, and couldn't help saying with emotion: "This is the jiaoer."

As for Si Mubai's seven buns, they fell apart during the cooking process.

Jiu Qi looked enviously at the Jiao Er in Jiang Zhao's bowl, that Jiao Er was much prettier than theirs.

"Miss, your delicate ears are so pretty."

How could Jiang Zhao not know what he was thinking, and gave him two delicate ears from his own bowl.

But apart from being good-looking, this jiao'er tastes the same as the jiao'er in their bowl.

Of course, no shallot flavor.

After eating the jiaoer, Jiang Zhao and the others went back to their room for a lunch break.

In snowy weather, it is most suitable to lie in bed and sleep late.

Especially in the room where there was still a charcoal basin burning, it became even warmer. As soon as he lay down in the bed, Jiang Zhao's eyelids gradually closed.

As for Si Mubai, after everyone went back to their rooms to rest, and was alone in the kitchen, he couldn't believe that he couldn't make a decent ear.

Pour some flour into the basin, and then pour in some water.

Reached in and mixed, it seems that the water is a little less, add a little more.

And again, the water is a little more, add some flour.

When there is more flour, add a little more water.

It fell into an endless loop like this, and finally Si Mubai got a big pot of batter.

Si Mubai looked at a basin of batter, his hands were also covered with batter, he didn't know what he did wrong, it was like this, it wasn't as refreshing as when Wei Xiang was making it.

Pour out all the flour in this pot, and make another pot.

This time, Si Mubai learned a lesson. When there is too much water, add flour little by little, unlike the previous ones that poured in a large bowl.

After fully mixing the flour and water, Si Mubai began to cut the ingredients and prepare to wrap Jiaoer's ears.

But this guy doesn't know that there is a process of waking up the dough. The knife is stuck to the dough as soon as it touches it. It is impossible to cut into small doses.

(End of this chapter)