Farmhouse cooks have space

Chapter 167
Then boil a piece of butter in a small pot, add a little sugar, and finally put half a bowl of rice, stir well, and finally cover the lid and collapse the rice flower.

After pouring it out, I took a pair of chopsticks and roughly pulled it to prevent them from sticking together.

Then hand it to Mother He and say, "You can eat it when it's cold."

"This, isn't it too simple?" Mother He said with a look of surprise.

"It's as simple as that, and I can't do it if it's too complicated." He Miao replied with a smile.

After letting her send it over, she didn't care anymore, but took two eggs to separate the yolk from the egg white, then poured the yolk into a bowl, and quickly beat it with chopsticks until the yolk swelled and turned white. Add a small amount of sugar and continue stirring until it becomes white and creamy.

Finally, add milk and flour to make a paste that can be decorated, and then ask Mama He for oil paper, make a bag that can be decorated, and then put it aside: "Let's go, let's bake it first, wait When it’s ripe, the noodles over there are almost done.”

"Alright, come with me." After Grandma He finished speaking, she walked to the big kitchen with He Miao who was carrying a small basin.

After understanding her reason for coming, He Miao obviously felt a strong hostility, and immediately turned her head to look, just in time to see a strong and strong woman in her 40s looking at her unkindly.

At first, she didn't understand what it was for, but when Mama He asked her to prepare the oven, she immediately understood that this woman was probably the white case in the mansion, that is, the pastry chef. Seeing that she might rob her People with rice bowls naturally don't have a good face.

Seeing that her chest was so small, He Miao knew that she was not a person to befriend, and naturally he would not put his face on her cold ass, so he just smiled and nodded, and stopped talking to her.

"Old Bai, hurry up and the old ladies and wives are waiting." Mother He said dissatisfied after feeling the abnormality of the woman.

"Okay, wait a moment." Lao Bai reluctantly agreed, then walked to a closed stove, opened it from the front, and then pulled out two iron pans from inside and said: "First put the Put whatever you want to bake on top."

"Well, prepare the fire." Mother He took it and handed it to He Miao.

After He Miao took it, he checked the baking tray to make sure it was clean and then brushed it with a thin layer of oil. He took it directly and put the batter into a mounting bag, squeezing it into small biscuits the size of copper coins.

After Lao Bai finished preparing, he walked over and looked at the plate and a half of small biscuits she prepared and said with disdain: "Tsk tsk, you prepared this for children, right? There are no children in the house."

"Adults can eat children's food, but children may not be able to eat adults' food, so as long as the taste remains the same, the shape doesn't matter." He Miao looked up and replied with a smile.

"You..." Lao Bai gritted his teeth and opened his mouth, but he still didn't say the rest.

But the unkindness in the eyes cannot be hidden.

Finally, when she saw that she was ready, she directly picked up the baking tray and put it in the oven, turned on the fire and asked, "What heat, how long?"

She doesn't believe that a rustic girl Pianzi can really make noodles, as long as she can't answer, then her pot of dim sum will just wait to be turned into charcoal.

"Old Bai..." Mother He naturally heard the embarrassment in her words, and immediately shouted dissatisfied.

(End of this chapter)