On the Ark

This is what you want, even though you haven't done it once, you have to pretend to have done it thousands of times.

"The pineapple buns are amazing." Nightingale said.

Lin Ye stirred even faster, but his mouth was still calm: "Basic operation."

Then the mixer slipped out of his hand and flew into the corner of the wall.

Nightingale's eyes were still fixed on Lin Ye's hand.

The atmosphere instantly became awkward. Fortunately, Lin Ye's face was thick enough, so he coughed lightly twice: "That's about it, let's move on to the next step."

"What's the next step?" Nightingale cooperated curiously.

"The next step is... Liz, you help me look out for the wind."

"What's a lookout?"

"Just to see if anyone is coming."

Nightingale let out an oh, and then reluctantly left, Lin Ye quickly took out her small notebook to read the next operation.

"First this, then this, and finally this."

When Nightingale came back, Lin Ye hurriedly threw the notebook aside, thinking about the next operation in his heart, and then realized that he had just read what he had just finished, so he couldn't remember it.But he felt that he seemed to be trying to save face and suffer. If he admitted from the beginning that he couldn't do it, wouldn't it be good to read the book openly?

However, there is no other way now, so I can only bite the bullet.

"I didn't see anyone else," Nightingale said.

"Well, I see."

Lin Ye responded casually.

"Egg liquid, salt, sugar..." Under Nightingale's gaze, Lin Ye slowly added the condiments, and muttered, "How much sugar should I put?"

"What?" Nightingale didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing." Lin Ye shook his head, then thought for a while, grabbed a handful of candy from the jar, put it in, and muttered, "Die or die, desserts must be sweeter to taste, That’s right, that’s for sure.”

Nightingale looked at Lin Ye's operation with some curiosity.

After being in a hurry for 10 minutes, Lin Ye placed a large lump of dough in front of Nightingale, and then wiped off his sweat contentedly: "Come and try."

Nightingale was puzzled.

"You can knead it into the shape you want." Lin Ye said, "When it's baked like this, it will be the shape you want."

He originally thought that Nightingale would be interested, but he didn't expect Nightingale to shake her head.

"I don't want to pinch." Nightingale said, "I just want to eat."

Lin Ye: "..."

Forget it, let's do it by ourselves.

Lin Ye looked at the big lump of pale yellow dough, thought for a while, and began to knead it.

"Look, this is a mountain." It became a mountain.

"Look, this is a lake." It was a long lake.

"Look, this is a zongzi." It was pinched to the size of a palm.

"Look, this is a cloud." It was squeezed into an irregular object that I don't know what it looks like.

Lin Ye concentrated on pinching, and Nightingale watched intently.

After pinching, Lin Ye remembered that the next step was to use a scraper or a mold to get out the pineapple pattern, but he searched for a long time, but couldn't find where the scraper and mold were.Then I felt that it was just a decorative pattern anyway, and it seemed that it could be done by hand, so I used my fingers to dig out grooves on these strange-shaped dough.

Then I found out that it seemed a little disgusting.

Lin Ye hesitated for a long time, and didn't know how to save the dough. He thought that he followed the instructions in the book, so why was there such a big difference?The chef must have missed a few steps, um, that's definitely the case, and it has absolutely nothing to do with him.

"That's how it is." Under Nightingale's gaze, Lin Ye coughed twice, and then put the plate of dough in the oven.

What temperature should the oven be adjusted to?

Lin Ye felt that this question should not be sloppy, so he said to Nightingale, "Look, lotus seedlings are flying in the sky."

Nightingale raised her head, and Lin Ye immediately took the book over and opened it to that page.

"180 degrees, half an hour, OK."

Lin Ye threw the notebook away again and found that Nightingale was looking at him.

"I didn't see the lotus seed paste." Nightingale said.

"Ah, maybe I misread it." Lin Ye adjusted the temperature and time of the oven while perfunctory, "She occasionally comes to the cafeteria to fly for a while."

"Amazing."

"Yes."

"Can pineapple buns fly?"

"No, I can only make pineapple buns." After pressing the OK button, the next thing is to wait.

The only sound left in the kitchen was the sound of the oven operating.