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"This soap is amazing!"

Song Guo was amazed and looked at Xia Ye with admiration all over her eyes: "Big brother is also amazing!"

"Ha ha!"

Xia Ye rubbed the little Lolita's hair. He had nothing to do at night, so he made some soap. The process was very simple. After filtering and purifying the plant ash, it was boiled with animal fat, and then mixed with the juice squeezed from flower petals to add fragrance.

Although the finished soap is simple and rough, for the aborigines of this era, a soap that can foam and decontaminate is an explosive invention.

"Mine, all mine!"

Everyone loves beauty, even a little girl. Song Guo immediately embraced her with her small hands, holding the soap in her arms.

"It's all yours!"

Xia Ye laughed. In his time, handmade soap was sold very expensively. It was said to be pure natural and harmless, and it was very popular among young girls. In fact, it was handmade, that is, adding various industrial spices and so on. Together, it's still a bunch of chemicals.

The little loli had a great time and started blowing bubbles!

"Wash slowly, there is a lot of milk, I'll make you something delicious!"

Xia Ye got up.

"What is it?"

Song Guo is very well-behaved, and immediately rushed over to pick up the linen cloth and wipe Xia Ye's body.

"Tomorrow you will find out!"

Xia Ye took the linen, he was not shameless enough to let little loli serve him.

1 Chapter [-] The Gospel of Foodies (Second Change)

Because manpower is limited, the cattle shed is very simple to build, and it can only provide shelter from the wind and rain. The daily grazing and feeding are left to Friday.

There are a total of twelve cows, although only three are lactating, but I don't know if the burst of vitality has changed their physique, the milk production is quite amazing, the weakest one can produce about 30 kilograms of milk a day.

Milk is a good thing. Now even on Friday, I have a glass of fresh milk to drink every morning, and the rest is naturally stored.

Xia Ye first went to the cowshed to check on the cows, and after confirming that they were in good health, he walked into the storage room, where there were many large clay pots that were newly fired, filled with milk.

Because it has been standing for two days, the milk has already stratified naturally, and there are some lumps on the surface, which are the curdled milk fat.

Xia Ye scooped out the cream with a large wooden spoon, poured it into a clay pot, sealed it, and began to shake it vigorously.

This step is very tiring for ordinary people, but for Xia Ye who has the power of a thousand stones, it is not even a warm-up.

Ten minutes later, when he opened the clay pot, Xia Ye saw large groups of congealed matter inside. He dipped some with his fingers and licked it.

"good!"

Xia Ye smacked his lips and tasted the taste. This is fresh cream, which will be used to extract butter later, and the rest is skim milk. This kind of milk is suitable for the elderly, high blood pressure, and obese people.

"Master, the water has boiled!"

Apart from having some accents on Friday, his daily speech is already very fluent, which shows that his language talent is quite good.

A large stone pot with boiling water in it, and then in the boiling water, put a small pottery pot, pour fresh cream into it, after heating, the cream will start to melt until it separates.

The yellow grease in the upper layer is butter, and the white substance in the lower layer is cheese. Continue this process until the water evaporates. After the cheese in the lower layer is greatly reduced, put it in a ventilated and cool place, and it will turn into lumps the next day. It is butter.

"Only so much?"

Xiao Siguo was very distressed. One hundred catties of milk only made more than three catties of butter. Isn't that too wasteful?And she took a sip, and it wasn't tasty.

"This thing has a lot of calories, bring some on the march and fight, it's very anti-hunger!"

Xia Ye laughed, whether to carry one hundred catties of milk or three catties of butter, the answer is obvious, and besides, only with butter can we make delicious pastries.

Cakes first originated in England. The ingredients are very simple. There are only four kinds of ingredients. Mix sugar, flour, eggs, and butter of the same weight together to make a cake.

When this kind of food was introduced to France, it was also called a quarter cake because quarters were used for various materials.

"After softening the butter, stir it vigorously to make the air mix in and expand, also called 'passing'. Remember, it is softened, not melted, otherwise it will not expand!"

Xia Ye narrates the main points.

"Ok!"

Xiao Siguo nodded, but she didn't understand at all!

"Add the brown sugar several times and add the eggs. Be careful to stir well before adding each time, so as to avoid the separation of oil and eggs."

Xia Ye's uncle, the chef, can also bake cakes. He has followed him a few times, and it's very rare that he doesn't know how to do it. But it's no problem to make this most basic pastry.

"Uh-huh!"

Xiao Songguo continued to nod.

"The next step is to sift in the flour. There is no low-gluten flour, so I use this. There is also a little trick in this step. When mixing, instead of stirring in a circle, use a chopping method to prevent the flour from becoming gluten."

When Xia Ye came, he had ordered a complete set of bronze kitchen utensils from Mo Wuheng, so it was quite easy to use.

When all the pre-processes are completed, it is baked.

The 'oven' used by Xia Ye is a large stone cellar, the top and bottom of which are hollowed out, the upper space is small for cakes, and the bottom is piled with charcoal for heating.

The disadvantage of this thing is that it is difficult to control the heat, but in the tribal era, you can't expect too much. Fortunately, someone is watching.

An hour later, the cake came out of the oven, and an aroma immediately filled the air.

Suck!Suck!

Song Guo sniffed hard, looking at the baked cake until it was browned, the saliva dripped down the corner of his mouth involuntarily.

The cake is fat and plump, so beautiful!

Xia Ye inserted the table knife into the cake, and as soon as he cut a gap, hot air came out with fragrance.

"Try it!"

Xia Ye handed a piece of Sigo.

Little Loli took a sip, and swallowed it directly into her mouth. With the strength of her teeth, there was an indescribable tactile sensation, like biting on a cloud.

Mellow and delicious, sweet and delicious!

After swallowing the little womb fruit, without taking a second bite, he put the strawberry preserves that he thought were the most delicious in the second gear.