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"Fried buns?" The two asked in unison in confusion.This name is a bit too unfamiliar to them.

"It's a kind of bun. The method is more special, wait!" Qi Zijia waved his hands and got up and went into the kitchen.

The noodles and fillings have already been adjusted when they are frozen, and they are waiting for the freezing to solidify.

The finished frozen translucent, cut into thin slices, shredded and chopped at the end, don't need to be too regular, and finally melted during the heating process of the pan-fried buns.

These frozen and meat fillings are evenly mixed together, and the meat fillings are gently wrapped in sheets as thin as dumpling wrappers.

For raw pan-fried noodles, half-baked noodles are generally chosen, which taste soft but chewy. After cooking, the skin is light and soft, and the bottom is crispy and burnt.

I don't have a proper large pot at home, just a small saucepan.But enough for home use.

Qi Zijia made a total of [-], which happened to fit two pans.

Pour oil into the pan, arrange nine small buns, heat on medium-low heat until the bottom is slightly browned, then add water until the buns are covered by about half of the height, turn to medium heat at the bottom, and heat the pot to completely dry up the water.

At this time, the kitchen is full of aromas of oil, burnt, noodles, and meat...

Now that Qi Zijia is making things, Qiu Yuzi and Zou Wenjing will watch and learn from them.But the two of them found that this process was simply too tormented, and the only good thing is that it didn't take long.

Qi Zijia opened the lid of the pot, sprinkled some sesame seeds and minced chives, and simmered for another 2 minutes to take out the nine pan-fried buns, divided them into three portions, each with three portions.

"I'll be right there! Don't eat it first, it will be very hot." Qi Zijia warned and put the next pot of small buns in, and ran out after putting them in the water.

Qiu Yuzi has already divided the porridge into three portions, "Xiaojia, I'll wait for you."

"Come on. You are very particular about eating fried rice. You should be careful when eating, be careful, be careful."

"Should we be so careful?" Zou Wenjing laughed out loud when Qi Zijia said something important three times. "I'll try first."

"Okay!" Qi Zijia enjoyed watching the excitement, and Qiu Yuzi quietly watched Zou Wenjing eat.

Zou Wenjing confidently picked up a fried bun and took a bite, just like eating an ordinary bun.Unexpectedly, after taking this bite, the rich soup inside splashed out immediately.

Fortunately, the steamed stuffed bun had been out of the pot for a while, so it didn't cause burns, but it was very embarrassing to eat.

Qiu Yuzi laughed immediately, "Xiao Jia, you are too bad, you didn't make it clear to Ah Jing."

"I made it clear, one bite and two sucks..." Qi Zijia's face was full of innocence.

"...How could I have imagined that this bun would have so much soup!" Zou Wenjing saw that the soup had dripped into the porridge, feeling distressed and surprised.If he hadn't reacted quickly just now, he almost splashed on his body.

While talking, Zou Wenjing sucked on the place where he bit off just now.There was not much soup left in it, but the delicious taste conquered him in an instant, "Ah, Xiaojia, this soup is so fresh! And I didn't expect such a small steamed stuffed bun to have such a soup, I obviously only saw you put meat stuffing in it, where did the soup come from? So much soup has fallen into the porridge, it’s too wasteful.”

"Be careful with the next one." Qi Zijia picked one up himself, took a bite and slowly sucked the soup inside. The soup inside was hot and fresh, and he took a full mouthful.

The feeling of the soup overflowing in the mouth is so delicious and mysterious that it is indescribable.

It is oily but not greasy, fragrant but not messy, and the various flavors complement each other with a rich taste, and it also has a sweetness that is different from grains.The skin of the buns is very thin, the bottom is crispy and the meat is juicy.

The skin is crispy, the juice is thick, the meat is fragrant and delicate.Take a light bite, and all the delicious flavors of meat, oil, green onion, and sesame linger in your mouth for a long time.

Qi Zijia is very satisfied with his craftsmanship.The skills he learned from his mother when he was a teenager have not fallen behind.

Qiu Yuzi was careful, observing while eating, "Xiaojia, are those skin jelly the source of the soup in the fried rice?"

"Yes."

"It's really wonderful, how did you come up with it?"

"Hmm..." Qi Zijia really couldn't be brazen enough to say that he thought it up on his own. This is really a common practice on earth, and every restaurant has its own unique skills.However, the earth migrated to the interstellar, and then wars broke out for hundreds of years. It is no wonder that some inheritances have been lost.

After all, life is at stake, who cares about cooking?There is no place to show cooking skills, no wonder the current cooking level is more inclined to Western style.After all, it is much more convenient to eat a piece of bread and order cooked lettuce than to fry a dish.What's more, even if it is Western food, those complicated craftsmanship have also been lost.

After eating these three, the next pot came again.The steaming pan-fried buns were served again, and the three of them became cautious.After all, this one was just out of the pan and it was very hot.

Based on the appetite of the few of them, eating six for one person is already more than the usual appetite.Although the pan-fried buns are petite and cute, they are filled with real meat.Together with a bowl of porridge, the three of them were a little full.

Just in time, the three of them packed up their things and started to process the lo-mei ingredients, and it was time to digest them.

Early the next morning, Zou Wenjing and Qiu Yuzi went to the farm restaurant with braised meat, and at the same time brought a large box of pork skin jelly, which is not for sale at the moment, but is a gift for guests to taste.

And Qi Zijia took his secret jelly to a practical classroom of the Culinary Academy.

This classroom is where students are taught to cook, and there are many other classrooms in the Culinary Academy.The place where the podium was used in other colleges was replaced by a stove with two stoves, and there were various containers and a refrigerator beside it.

Qi Zijia put Qing Dong in the refrigerator and sat directly in the first row.

10 minutes before class, his teaching assistant brings all the ingredients he needs for the day into the classroom.He came to class, so naturally he couldn't let him prepare the ingredients out of his own pocket.

As class approached, students who had taken this course entered the classroom one after another. Some of them would look at Qi Zijia, while others would not.People who take this course come from various majors in the Culinary Institute, so they may just be familiar with each other, not necessarily all know each other.

Qi Zijia waited for the teaching assistant to come in with a large box of things before getting up to help.

"Thank you, classmate. I'll take care of it next. You go back and sit down and get ready for class." The teaching assistant is also a student who just graduated from the Culinary Academy. He is a few years older than Qi Zijia, and he is a very shy boy.

"You're welcome, just put it here. Let me introduce myself, I am Teacher Qi."

The teaching assistant froze in place when she put things down, looked at Qi Zijia blankly, and smiled after a while, "Mr. Qi, you look too young, I only sent a message yesterday, I didn't know you looked like a teenager juvenile."

"Where is it? I'm almost twenty." Qi Zijia waved his hand politely.

The assistant almost fell to the ground, "Really so small?"

The whispered conversation between the two did not attract the attention of the students, or rather, no one regarded Qi Zijia as a teacher, so they only thought it was a classmate who went up to help.

The class bell rang, and the teaching assistant stood beside the stove, while Qi Zijia stood in front of the stove, "Good morning, everyone, I am your elective teacher. You can just call me Xiao Qi."

Qi Zijia was about the same age as these students, calling him teacher would be better than calling him Xiaoqi or Xiaojia, which sounds more comfortable.

But after he finished speaking, the students below were stunned for a moment and started making noise, which was much more excited than the teaching assistant's reaction.

"Are you a teacher? How old are you to teach us?" Someone stood up and asked.

"Aren't you kidding us?" Some people also looked suspicious.

"I don't believe the dean can make such a decision. You came in through the back door, right? I want to report and complain!" Someone even clicked on the communicator to start complaining.

The teaching assistant watched the situation in the classroom nervously, for fear that the young teacher would get angry or cry on the spot.He has already seen that this is a low-level genetic user, and the other party's slender figure clearly has the characteristics of a low-level genetic user.

Because of their own conditions, people with low-level genes are more sensitive and introverted, and their tolerance is relatively poor, so it is common for them to cry.Most of the culinary academy students are ordinary people or high-level genetics, but it is not completely absent.

Many of these low-level geneticists are majoring in cake art, learning meticulous and elegant cooking techniques.

So the teaching assistant was really afraid that Teacher Xiaoqi would burst into tears on the spot.

However, Qi Zijia was obviously much tougher than he imagined, facing the protests and clamor of so many students without changing his face or heartbeat.I just prepared the materials on my own, and waited for everyone to calm down gradually.

"I'm young, and I haven't achieved much. I'm just an ordinary person." Qi Zijia shrugged nonchalantly, "So what? I'm your teacher now!"

After saying this, the students shouted again.

Qi Zijia was still not in a hurry, washed his hands and softened a piece of dough, and began to prepare the meat stuffing again.Seeing everyone calm down, "So, if you don't want to attend the class, you can leave now!"

Several students actually left on the spot.

Qi Zijia slowly chopped the minced meat and put it in a container, "Is there anyone else who wants to leave? If not, please ask Assistant Professor Sun to close the door."

The students were taken aback.

Qi Zijia slowly took out the freezer from the refrigerator, "Although this course of mine is an elective course, I heard that the elective courses of the culinary school are also counted as credits. But if you miss a class without reason, it is regarded as giving up this class. Now Start the roll call."

The faces of all the students turned green.

Repeatedly annoyed the students several times and asked them to leave by themselves before announcing the rules. Isn't this little teacher too insidious?You should know that elective courses do not mean not taking them, but just choose one of the auxiliary courses that you like more.Now those few people have gone out, basically this course has been abolished.

But they obviously underestimated Qi Zijia's method of dealing with the students.Nine years of compulsory education from childhood to adulthood, plus high school graduate students... He has always memorized the teacher's methods of dealing with students, and he can take out a little bit of it to make the students want to be cheated.

Qi Zijia was rolling rolls while wrapping buns in his hands.When the preparation was almost done, he smiled and looked at everyone, "Did you all see my production process clearly just now? Now we start the final cooking. The next class will test the snacks made in this class. Excellent pass, three times Poor, this class is not good."

Immediately, everyone, including Assistant Professor Sun, had the urge to vomit blood.