Senior sister is as fierce as a tiger

Bai Qiqi became addicted to playing in the kitchen, and reported to the kitchen on time every afternoon. Wearing an ill-fitting chef's uniform and a too big hat, she mixed among several young apprentices and listened to Master Zhou's teachings.

Master Zhou said that if you want to make a good dim sum, you must not let your hands slack in the slightest. It should be hammered seven times instead of just five times, and it should be kneaded eight hundred times and definitely not just seven hundred and five times.Of course, no one will follow behind you to count, and no one will always stare at you to see if you are strong enough, but you know how much effort you put in. You may not be able to eat it for a day or two, but three years After five years, what other people make is more authentic than yours.

The young apprentices nodded repeatedly. There are two master masters who are almost 30 years old and will be able to take care of their own apprentices in two years.

Master Zhou is not particularly old, he is only in his early fifties, which is about the same as Bai's father and the others, but Bai Qiqi always feels that he is a bit like his grandfather's age. Walking around to drink tea with horoscope steps.

Now he is serious about reasoning with the young apprentices, and he has the demeanor of the old masters.

Learning art from a teacher is not only about craftsmanship, but also about the principles of life.What Bai Qiqi usually dislikes the most is listening to the teachers chanting great principles, but she actually heard what Master Zhou said while pointing at the pile of dough.

"Dad, did you learn this way when you were a child?" Bai Qiqi returned to the office with a plate of mung bean cakes that had been broken into several pieces, and saw that her father was almost busy and went over to chat.

Papa Bai pinched a small piece and put it in his mouth. He praised it without any taste, "Well, it's not bad, it's much better than last time."

"You're good." Qi's mother also came over and tasted a piece carefully, "There is a little too much sugar, the steaming time is a little bit long, and the pressed powder is not crushed enough. But it is indeed much better than last time, you I have little strength, and next time I can ask others to help you."

Mother Qi has a particularly picky mouth, and one of the reasons why she has been able to maintain a slender figure for so many years is probably also because of this, especially because she has been raised by Papa Bai's craftsmanship these years, and she is unwilling to take a second bite if she doesn't agree with her mouth.Bai Qiqi watched her mother reach out for the second piece, and felt much more at ease.

Although it has been picked on so many faults, it should be pretty good.

Father Bai watched his daughter-in-law tasting her daughter's handicrafts, got up to make a pot of tea, and told Bai Qiqi stories about his childhood.

Bai Lang, that is, Papa Bai, couldn't read at all when he was a child, and he was sent to learn crafts just to make a living, so he didn't study hard at first.The old master didn't beat him or scold him, so he asked them to make dim sum every day, every month, without interruption.Papa Bai was quite happy. He felt that he hadn't been beaten or endured hardships and had learned a craft.

A year later, the master came up with a test question and asked each of them to do a donkey roll.

Anyone can make dim sum, but not everyone can make it. Even with the same ingredients and the same steps, the taste is not exactly the same.

The master chef laid out the finished products made by several apprentices one by one, asked them to taste them in turn, and then scored them in turn.The five young apprentices went to class together and practiced together. In the end, Bai Lang won the last place, and his score was dropped by No. 1 by five blocks.

"Do you know why Dad is so bad?" Dad Bai asked a question.

From the experience of the past few days and the stories her father told before, Bai Qiqi can probably guess the answer, but after all, she is her own father, so she doesn't have the nerve to say too harshly, "Not strong enough?"

Qi's mother almost sprayed her father's face white when she took a bite of the mung bean cake.

Papa Bai smiled cheerfully, "It's right or wrong. One of the reasons is indeed that I don't have enough strength, but it's not because I don't have strength, it's because I don't use strength. That's because I think the finished products look similar and don't taste much. The difference, it doesn't matter if you don't stir a few times, why waste that effort."

"But ah, I steal a little work here and subtract a little of the ingredients. I taste the same taste alone, but compared with others, it's not a little worse if it's a little worse everywhere."

Adding a little bit, it is no longer a little bit.

Bai Qiqi was thoughtful, and suddenly felt that it was not easy for her mother to eat half a plate of mung bean cakes she made.

Early in the morning of the Lantern Festival, Bai Qiqi soaked a big pot of beans, washed her hands, and followed her parents to the airport to pick her up.

Grandpa, grandma, and grandpa Qi are back, and we will celebrate the Lantern Festival with them.

Bai Qiqi was sitting in the co-pilot, staring at her father's car in front of her, "How long will it take for us to arrive?"

After all, it was the Lantern Festival, so Papa Bai didn't call his assistant to drive.Qi's mother took Bai Qiqi to drive another car that the family didn't drive very often, and followed Bai's father to the airport. The main function of Bai Qiqi next to him was to help see the road, and the secondary function was to relieve Qi's mother.

Bai Qiqi felt that compared with her mother, she only occupied one-fifth of the position in her father's eyes.

Hey, I miss Sister Yuan, but Sister Yuan won't be back until tomorrow.

As the only woman, grandma walked in front with her hands in her pockets. She was very happy to see Bai Qiqi, and she waved her hand from a distance.The two old men in the back were each pushing a suitcase, and they carried a big bag on their backs.

Bai Qiqi ran over quickly and was hugged by her grandma.

"Hey, my good grandson, do you miss grandma?"

Bai Qiqi stuck in her grandmother's arms, raised her head and replied obediently, "I think about it."

"Hey, you're so good." Grandma kissed Bai Qiqi on the forehead, and waved to the back, "Old Qi, hurry up, the gift I bought for Qiqi is still in the bag!"

The airport was noisy with people coming and going, Qi and Qi couldn't distinguish clearly, and Grandpa Qi's ears weren't particularly good, so he thought he was calling him, so he walked briskly.

Bai's father and Qi's mother finally followed, and hurried forward to take the suitcase.

The two old men took off the bag together, unzipped it like a competition, and turned it over.

Grandma took out a box that looked quite old, and inside it was a pair of bracelets bent from wooden vines that looked less valuable than the box, "Look, the gift that grandma bought for you, do you like it?"

Before Bai Qiqi could speak, Qi's mother clicked her tongue twice, "Didn't I tell you not to buy things indiscriminately?"

"Hey, why are you so anxious, Mom can still forget you." Grandma took out another box, this time it contained a hairpin, which was also made of wood, "Hey, your gift."

That demeanor and tone were full of disgust.I despise my daughter at such an old age, and still compete with her grandson for favor.

As for Mr. Qi, who was left hanging aside, he was poking his phone in annoyance.

【Grandpa: When will you come back? Xiaobai said he wanted to pick you up. 】