Picking up a fool to farm

Two quarters of an hour later, Sibo stood there sweating profusely. This was more tiring than anything else. He felt that his arm was not his own, and he felt sore even when he lifted it.

But it will be all right after a while, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Yan Chenyi, "Chenchen can do this, right?"

Yan Chenyi was boiling milk, and when he heard his voice, he turned his head to look, and exclaimed in surprise: "Sibo, you are so good, you made it so quickly."

Sibo looked at him seriously, feeling that he needed a kiss to comfort his tired arm.

Leaning over to kiss Yan Chenyi on the corner of his mouth, he looked at him with a smile.

Yan Chenyi was taken aback, and quickly turned to look at the little cook next to him, and found that the little cook was cutting vegetables and didn't pay attention to them, then turned his head to stare at Sibo, "You..."

"Chenchen, I smell a good smell, is that biscuit ready?" Sibo interrupted what he was about to say, turned his head and ran outside.

Beside the oven, Master Liu and two other young cooks were sitting there watching the fire. Seeing Sibo running out and holding Yan Chenyi, they turned their heads to look. Master Liu pointed to the oven and said, "It smells so delicious Ah, this smell can be smelled in the front yard."

"That's right, if they can't smell who I'm selling to." Yan Chenyi fanned it with his hand, leaned over to smell it, "Okay, take it out."

He went to the kitchen and took two thick gloves and ran out. Seeing the little cook reaching out to open the iron door of the stove, he quickly shouted: "Don't touch it! It's hot!"

The little cook was taken aback by him, and quickly withdrew his hand.

"Remove all the firewood first, and open the door when the temperature drops a little, otherwise you will be smoked by the heat."

The little cook started immediately, and now they listened to everything Yan Chenyi said, serving him as if he were the boss.

Master Liu sat aside shaking his legs, feeling that the saliva in his mouth was secreting a little more.

When Yan Chenyi took the baking tray out of the oven, several people came over to take a look. The golden-yellow biscuits on it were really full of fragrance and very attractive.

"Sibo, don't touch it!" Turning his head towards Sibo who was about to reach for another tray, Yan Chenyi quickly stepped into the back kitchen, and then returned to get the second tray.

After cooling the biscuits, Yan Chenyi scooped all the biscuits down with a shovel and put them on a small plate aside, reached out and took one and handed it to Sibo, raising his eyebrows, "Taste it."

Sibo didn't take it with his hands, he just opened his mouth and bit down, chewing.

"Delicious!" Thumbs up, reached out and took two pieces and handed them to Master Liu who was beside him, "It smells so good."

Master Liu took a bite and also gave a thumbs up, "It tastes really good."

Yan Chenyi took a bite and found it average, not as crispy as expected, probably because of the homemade low-gluten flour, but it was not bad, at least the taste was fine, the butter was very successful, and the proportion of low-gluten flour had to be continued Just adjust.

Several people held a biscuit the size of a palm in their hands, and Boss Zhang walked over quickly from outside, "What are you doing again, I can smell it from the front."

"Boss, come and have a taste, butter biscuit." Handing him a piece of biscuit, Yan Chenyi put the rest on plates separately, and then continued to make the next batch of butter biscuits.

"Little sir, your craftsmanship is really amazing, how much money does this plate cost?" Boss Zhang asked while pointing to a plate of biscuits that had been installed on the side.

"Hmm... eight cents a plate, eight yuan a plate." After calculating the value, Yan Chenyi turned to look at Boss Zhang and said, "Recently, we need to buy fresh milk in large quantities, and it's hot now. , we need cold storage.”

Boss Zhang nodded repeatedly, although every time Yan Chenyi made a request, he would spend a lot of money, but the return was very high.

"The cold storage has already been prepared by someone. The milk is easy to talk about. Many people have cows." He happily walked out with two plates, and Boss Zhang went to sell the new snacks himself.

Ning had already smelled the scent outside, and when he saw Boss Zhang coming with two plates in his hand, he leaned over and smiled flatteringly, "Boss, is this the new dim sum made by Xiaoyan? Give me a taste."

"This plate is yours. This plate is for the guests." Boss Zhang put one plate down on the counter, and handed the other plate to Ning, "I'll eat it when I come back."

Ning hurriedly brought the plate to the nearest table, which was also the one with the loudest roar, then turned around and ran back to the counter, reached out and took a biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Well~~Xiao Yan really knows how to make things, this craft." Kacha Kacha finished eating one biscuit, and reached out for the second one.

Hiro raised his hand to pat the back of his hand, with a soft slap.

"What are you doing!" Ning stared at him dissatisfied.

"One piece for each person, don't be greedy, go to work, this little feast will be made for us when we get home, don't embarrass him." Guang took a piece of biscuit and took a bite, nodding with satisfaction, thick milk flavor, crispy Taste, good, quite good.

Ning pouted, and reluctantly withdrew his hand.

Well, he won't eat, anyway, let Xiao Yan do it when he goes back.

Would they be so happy if they knew they couldn't make biscuits without an oven at home?Probably not, the two of them have been made foodies by Yan Chenyi in the past month, and their posture is not much worse than Sibo's - food protection.

"Dude! Another plate of these biscuits!"

"This side too!"

"And here, two sets!"

Many people were attracted by the sweet smell. Although the diners were basically tall men, they couldn't resist the temptation of the smell.

Boss Zhang was laughing from ear to ear, saying that this little gentleman is amazing, and every time he launches a new dim sum, he will earn a lot of money.

Yan Chenyi asked one of the cooks to help make milk tofu, Sibo made biscuits, Master Liu and another cook were busy cooking and preparing dishes, and the other cook was watching the fire of the oven outside. is in full swing.

"Sir, this milk tofu tastes weird." The little cook scooped up some milk tofu from a bowl and handed it to Yan Chenyi to let him have a taste.

Yan Chenyi took a look and frowned, took a small spoon and put some into his mouth, then shook his head, "No, don't do the rest, just put them away first."

The little cook nodded, and ran to help Master Liu prepare the dishes.

Master Liu turned his head to look at Yan Chenyi who was frowning, and said with a smile: "Isn't it just milk, after it's cooked, just take it away, don't worry."

"No, if you don't use it, it will break down soon. The weather is so hot now that it's not easy to keep it. Even if you put it in the cold storage, it will quickly deteriorate." Yan Chenyi raised his hand to touch his chin, leaned over and asked Sibo , "Do you have any ideas?"

"Huh?" Sibo was putting biscuits on the tray, and when he heard him speak, he turned to look at him, "Chenchen, what did you say?" He was too serious just now, and didn't hear what Yan Chenyi said.

"How do you want to eat this milk?" Yan Chenyi pointed to the milk placed aside, and asked him expectantly.

Sibo shook his head foolishly, and said, "I can eat whatever Chenchen does."

"..." Yan Chenyi opened his mouth, feeling that it was a big mistake for him to ask him just now.

"Master Liu, give me the yeast head." Yan Chenyi turned his head to look, and reached out to take the remaining flour from the side, "Let's make custard buns."

"What is a yolk bun?" Sibo heard that he had a new snack to make, so he hurried over.

"I won't tell you, I'll know when I give it to you later." Yan Chenyi took the yeast head that Master Liu usually kept, broke off a piece and melted it in water, then kneaded the noodles with milk.

After the dough was reconciled, put it aside and covered it to wait for fermentation. Then I took some eggs, butter, corn flour, and sugar to make the filling of the custard bun.

Sibo watched from the side as he was very busy steaming and stirring, and finally took out the ice cubes to chill the prepared fillings.

Looking at the degree of fermentation, Yan Chenyi began to wrap custard buns and put them on the steamer, all of them were white and tender, and they looked appetizing.

"Steam for about fifteen minutes." Putting the drawer on the cauldron, Yan Chenyi instructed the little cook, then washed his hands and left the back kitchen.

He was a little dizzy.

Sibo hurriedly followed him away, took his shoulders and went back to the room left for Yan Chenyi.

"Chenchen, are you feeling unwell?" Sibo asked worriedly after pouring a glass of water and handing it to him.

"No, I'm just a little hot." After taking a sip of tea and exhaling, I was a little dazzled by the busy work in the kitchen just now. The weather is getting hotter every day, and the kitchen in the future will definitely be very difficult.

"Let them buy some ice and put it in the kitchen to cool off." Sibo fanned him with his sleeve.

"The kitchen is so hot, how could you put ice to cool off? You are so stupid." He raised his hand and pinched his face, leaned over to lean on his shoulder and closed his eyes, "Forget it, you are just stupid."

Sibo raised his eyebrows, lowered his head, kissed his forehead and nodded with a smile, "Yes, I am stupid. If you are tired, Chenchen, you can take a rest. You can't earn enough money."

He can see that Yan Chenyi is a little money fanatic, every time he earns more money, he will be very happy and work hard, and then he will soon become tired.

"Chenchen, let's exercise together tomorrow? You can't do it like this." Squeezing Yan Chenyi's arm, Sibo frowned. He usually eats a lot. Why is he still so thin? There is no flesh. .

Yan Chenyi nodded, closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek against his chin, "Well, okay, remember to take me with you tomorrow."

Sibo nodded with a smile, looked down at him, and saw him lazily leaning in his arms, showing no resistance at all.

Taking a deep breath of the part that was about to move under the air pressure, Sibo leaned over and kissed his ear, then his nose, and then his mouth.

Yan Chenyi put his arms around his neck and opened his mouth.

He wants to be close to Sibo, he likes him.

Sibo was pleasantly surprised to find that Yan Chenyi was very close to him in the past few days, and he usually leaned over to kiss him with a shameless face, but he discovered it when Yan Chenyi was sick last time, as long as this person is not energetic I especially like to be tired in my arms, as if I am looking for a sense of security.

Just like Yan Chenyi would doubt his own identity, he also doubted, because he knew those things and never heard of them, but after thinking about it, he found that no matter where Chenchen came from, he liked him, Everyone wants to be with him.

That's enough, who cares so much?

The two were intimate inside the house, but the sky turned upside down outside...