After being crossed, I have reached the pinnacle of my life

Although Wen Yan didn't speak, Jiang Zhou knew that he was listening carefully.

He hugged Xiaoyi in his arms a little tighter, and stared seriously into Wen Yan's eyes: "I know you have doubts, but don't worry, I will tell you everything slowly."

Wen Yan felt the temperature in his hand, and the milk tea was slightly warm, making him want to put everything aside and trust Jiang Zhou once: "Okay."

The two chatted a few gossips along the way, and then went around to Fengtai Teahouse, Jiang Zhou said: "The shopkeeper of this teahouse asked me to help him, do you want to go in and have a look?"

Wen Yan thought for a while that he didn't have much place to go, he went shopping every year during the Autumn Harvest Festival, and there was nothing new, so he might as well see what Jiang Zhou was up to, so he nodded: "I'll take Xiaoyi to sit for a while, You are busy first, don't worry about me."

Jiang Zhou blinked his eyes. He had learned a lot from the memory of the traveler, and he wanted to show it to Wen Yan, but he was afraid that the newly coaxed daughter-in-law would be more scruples because of this, so he struggled for a long time.

Seeing his hesitation, knowing his gentleness very well, he immediately knew what he was thinking, so he pretended to be indifferent: "Xiao Yi will probably sleep arguing later, I will coax you for a while, and I will sit over there." He pointed He pointed to a table very close to the tea room. The tables were so close that one could easily see what was going on in the tea room.

Jiang Zhou's eyes lit up, and he took out a plate of the milk cake he made earlier: "This is also made of milk, which can be eaten by adults and children, and it is easier to preserve than ordinary milk. I borrowed the teahouse to make it , if you wait a little while later or if you are hungry, then eat some."

After Wen Yan and Xiaoyi were settled, he turned around and went back to the waiter. Some of the materials that Lu Dexing was originally asked to buy had already been placed in the waiter.

He mainly wants to make some snacks that go with tea, that is, tea food. There is a saying about tea food—"Sweet with green, sour with red, melon seeds with oolong."

The so-called sweet with green is to match green tea with sweets. Green tea is not fermented, but it has been made through processes such as killing greens and rolling. Stimulating, it is not good for people with cold stomach, and green tea can easily lead to hunger, so it would be better to have some sweet and greasy refreshments.

Materials are limited in winter, so he picked the easiest sweet snack—egg yolk crisp.

The egg yolk cake is divided into two layers, one layer is water oil skin, he used flour and soft lard, mixed with warm water and kneaded into dough.Although they are in a water town, the winter here is still very dry, so Jiang Zhou added a lot of water and oil. After kneading, cover it with a soaked wet cloth for a few minutes.

The other layer is the pastry. The pastry is simpler. Mix flour and lard. Compared with the water-oil skin, the pastry does not need water, and more lard is used than the water-oil skin, and the pastry skin is harder than the water-oil skin.

These two things need to be kneaded. When Jiang Zhou was kneading the dough, Wen Yan watched quietly.

When the two of them were together in the past, they always cooked gently, because Jiang Zhou's cooking skills were not very good, but Jiang Zhou always didn't want him to be tired, so when they encountered any work of kneading dough and cooking fire, they always rushed to do it for him. At the beginning, I was always in a hurry, and I couldn’t control how much water to add to the dough. It was either too hard to knead, or too soft and rotten. I don’t know how many times Wen Yan told him. It took a long time to teach him to knead. noodle.

Jiang Zhou's order of kneading the dough was still taught by him by hand. He first pulled a corner, then slowly pressed it down, and then turned that piece into the dough, repeating the cycle, in order to knead every inch of the dough well.

Wen Yan watched him nimbly knead two pieces of dough, and picked out the raw duck egg yolk and heated it on the fire.

Jiang Zhou rummaged through the materials in the tea room and found a small lump of red bean paste - making red bean paste by himself is too troublesome and takes a lot of time. He is just making a sample now, and he uses ready-made red bean paste.

He wrapped the water-oil skin and pastry together, mixed the two together through repeated standing, rolling and rolling with a rolling pin, and then wrapped the egg yolk with bean paste, and wrapped the bean paste with the mixed dough, and kneaded it smooth After brushing with oil and egg yolk, it was thrown into the oven—it was originally used by Lu Dexing to roast tea leaves, which saved him the effort of setting up another oven.

Most of the people who can come to drink tea here are older people. Most of them like to drink green tea. In Lu Dexing's teahouse, green tea is the most popular. No one cares about black tea. After Jiang Zhou asked, he decided to make all these tea soups. milk tea.In Lu Dexing's eyes, this milk tea was invented by Jiang Zhou. He didn't want to take advantage of it, so he discussed how to buy the milk tea, and agreed with him that if Jiang Zhou made his own milk tea in the future, he could drink it, but he couldn't sell it.

Jiang Zhou hadn't thought of making money from milk tea at all, and the cost of milk was still a little higher. It's okay for him to make it for Xiaoyi and Wen Yan, but it would be troublesome if it was too much.

Although not many people drink black tea, but there are some, and he made another red bean pie.The red bean pie is simpler than the egg yolk pastry. You only need to knead the meringue, then put the red bean paste in the middle, and knead the edges. It is also baked and mature.

After the two items were finished baking, he invited Lu Dalang and the others to sit down: "I don't have enough time today, so I only made these two items. You guys should try them first."

Lu Dexing is old, so he likes to drink green tea. Hearing Jiang Zhou said that egg yolk crisps go well with green tea, so he tasted it first.

The layer on the egg yolk pastry surface was baked into golden yellow, and when it was picked up, the puff pastry still fell down. Lu Dexing took a big bite. The bean paste inside was not too sweet, so it didn't make him feel too greasy. One layer of skin surprised him—few people can make the dough so crispy, and it still has layers, the outermost layer is the crispest, and the inner layer is very soft.

After eating two egg yolk shortbreads, he felt that the inside was a bit boring, so he took a big mouthful of green tea, and the astringency of the tea instantly washed away the sweet taste in his mouth.

Lu Dexing was in awe - if someone eats this egg yolk cake and wants to relieve their boredom, wouldn't drinking tea be the most effective way? Not only can they have the money they can earn from dim sum, but they can also sell more green tea.

He was full after eating two, so he spread out to watch Wen Yan and Lu Dalang eat red bean pie.

Jiang Zhou had reminded him beforehand that the red bean pie was hotter than egg yolk crisps. He believed that Jiang Zhou’s gentle words were eaten in small bites, but Lu Dalang had no idea. Lai Cai vomited it out, and didn't dare to go in again, imitating Wen Yan and biting small mouthfuls.

Seeing how satisfied the two of them were, Lu Dexing knew that this matter would most likely be successful, and he had more confidence in the future operation of the teahouse in his heart, and he was also very grateful to Jiang Zhou.

Lu Dalang then asked: "I see that all you make are pastries now, are you going to open a pastry shop in the future?"

Jiang Zhou shook his head: "The pastry is just my experiment. I don't want to do it here. I only make it occasionally, and I have other arrangements."

Lu Dalang sighed: "I don't know where you came up with these ideas, your brain is so flexible."

Jiang Zhou looked up at Wen Yan, and just as he saw him looking up at him, Wen Yan lowered his head when his eyes met, and gnawed on the red bean pie silently.

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