Wealthy scumbag re-employment [Quick Transmigration]

After Teacher Wen was resigned, everyone felt that Lin Shu should take her place.

Unexpectedly, Lin Shu was still an apprentice in the pastry area.

Although she is a small apprentice, her reputation in the empire has overshadowed the master of the royal chef of the current palace, that is, the head chef of the Huo family.

After that night, Lin Shu's name in Su Ziting's mouth became fiancee.

"Who is your fiancée?" Lin Shu was annoyed while cleaning the sweet-scented osmanthus, with a very calm tone.

Lin Shu carefully removed the flower stalks from the sweet-scented osmanthus, and soaked them in clear water.

The golden sweet-scented osmanthus floats on the clear water, just like the thousand lanterns that boys and girls put into the river during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Su Ziting was lying on the sofa, propping her head with one hand and lighting the tablet with the other, her bare feet were swinging back and forth in the air.

"It was you who asked me to be with you that day." Su Ziting pouted and said, "There is no reason to take back what you said?"

Su Ziting knew Lin Shu's arrogant character, so she didn't force Lin Shu to admit it.

Lin Shu dipped a spoon in the water after soaking the sweet-scented osmanthus, and her tongue would tell her the amount of sugar to use.

Collect the water on the sweet-scented osmanthus and start to boil the sweet-scented osmanthus sauce.

"smell good!"

Su Ziting got up from the sofa when she smelled the fragrance, walked to Lin Shu and sniffed fiercely.

Lin Shu stirred the sweet-scented osmanthus sauce in the pot, and saw Su Ziting leaning over the pot like a greedy cat.

She took the clean spoon next to her, scooped up a little sweet-scented osmanthus sauce, and blew it on her lips.

Lin Shu tasted it first, and the taste was just right.

Turn off heat and let cool.

Su Ziting smacked her lips. She looked at Lin Shu's lips after eating the sweet-scented osmanthus sauce.

The bright sugar sauce stained Lin Shu's red lips, like strawberries soaked in morning dew.

Su Ziting was in a daze for a while, but Lin Shu kept looking at her.

"What are you looking at?" Su Ziting came back to her senses.

Lin Shu said: "I still want to ask what you are watching."

Su Ziting straightened up and looked at Lin Shu unabashedly.

Lin Shu felt a little guilty when she saw her, and took half a step back.

I don't know if it's because of too much experience, Su Ziting's face is more confident than the previous low self-esteem.

Not only is she changing, Su Ziting is also changing herself.

This self-confidence shines brightly on Su Ziting's face through every cell in her body,

Su Ziting stretched back her hand close to the stove, then quickly withdrew her hand, leaning towards Lin Shu's lips.

"What's the matter? You can get it on your lips even if you taste it. How can you be the future head chef of the Huo family like this."

After Su Ziting finished speaking, she carefully wiped the sweet-scented osmanthus sauce that was still hanging on Lin Shu's upper lip.

Su Ziting's face was very close.

Her long lashes fluttered beautifully over her bright eyes.

For a moment, Lin Shu was moved.

There is also a little warm touch.

"Ok?"

After Su Ziting finished wiping, she looked at Lin Shu's face suspiciously.

Lin Shu asked, "What's wrong?"

After asking, he touched his face to see if he accidentally got flour on his face when he sifted the flour just now.

"Why do you..." Su Ziting looked at Lin Shu like an alien: "One nostril is bigger and the other is smaller?"

"..."

Lin Shu took back all the emotion and excitement just now.

After the sweet-scented osmanthus sauce is cooled, the cake body is almost cooked.

This is Lin Shu's first time making sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and the excitement is no less than that of climbing a tree and stealing melons.

She pinched the time and turned off the fire when the time came.

Although Su Ziting is not oil-free, she can only make home-cooked dishes such as fried potato shreds.

It is also the first time to make osmanthus cake.

After all, she was also involved.

When the small steamer was uncovered, a stream of steam evaporated around the pot.

Lin Shu stretched out his hand to fan the steam. The sweet-scented osmanthus cake was soft and white, and looked very much like the peach slices he ate before.

"It smells good."

Lin Shu couldn't help but praise himself for the fresh fragrance in the air.

“It smells good~”

Su Ziting came over and poked the cake with her hand, only to be slapped back by Lin Shu.

"Wash your hands."

Su Ziting curled her lips, and while Lin Shu was not paying attention, she reached out and pinched some cake body and quickly threw it into her mouth.

Lin Shu realized that it was too late to stop her.

She looked at Su Ziting with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

It's her first time trying something new, so she's really looking forward to it.

Su Ziting chewed carefully, trying to let every taste bud taste the taste of the cake.

She said dissatisfied: "According to Hawkes' taste, she doesn't like it very much."

Hearing this, Lin Shu's enthusiasm was quickly suppressed like a spoonful of cold water poured into boiling noodle soup.

She obviously used God of Cooking's tongue to make the cake, but why couldn't the taste satisfy Hawkes?

Lin Shu was a little puzzled.

She closed her eyes, carefully recalling the taste of the food she ate in this world, and the taste of the dishes that everyone thought were very delicious.

The God of Cooking is just the God of Cooking in this world, and all food methods and tastes are measured by sweetness.

Sugar is something that everyone likes here, so Chef's Tongue defines deliciousness according to the taste here.

If you want to make pastries that satisfy Hawks, you must abandon the taste brought by the tongue of the chef.

It does satisfy most people here, but Hawks is an exception.

Lin Shu took out the failed cake and put it in a box, and took it back to feed the dog.

With the lessons learned from the failure just now, Lin Shu took out the several types of flour that he had just used.

"I want to shut off God of Cooking's tongue." Lin Shu said.

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a certain energy in her body disappear.

Alright, let's be a novice cook next.

Lin Shu has watched several videos about making sweet-scented osmanthus cake, but it seems that people here do not have their own recipes, and the methods are all exactly the same.

She had to try again and again according to her own method.

There are more and more "scrap products" in the box.

In order to test the taste quickly, Lin Shu used her hands to break the cake after it was steamed.

After a few times, Lin Shu's three fingers turned red from the perm.

Although she has some changes in the ingredients, the taste is still insufficient.

The whole cake is also a bit sticky.

I can't even eat it myself, let alone Su Ziting.

Lin Shu glanced at Su Ziting who was already falling asleep.

Su Ziting's long eyelashes trembled, and the corners of her lips curled up, as if she was dreaming a sweet dream.

Looking at Su Ziting's sleeping face, the corners of Lin Shu's mouth curled up slightly.

Isn't it just to make a pastry, and she can succeed in a large project worth hundreds of millions, so can this kind of small pastry be difficult for her?

The sun turns from a full-bodied brilliance to a blood-orange sunset before sinking into the horizon.

And Lin Shu is still fighting with flour.

After waking up, Su Ziting forced Lin Shu to rest.

One was that it was too late, and the other was that Su Ziting was very distressed.

Standing like this for a long time and doing assembly line-like work repeatedly, the waist and legs are prone to soreness.

What's more, Su Ziting told Lin Shu not to touch the cake directly with her hands at the beginning.

Lin Shu, who has no feeling in her fingertips, decided to continue the battle with Osmanthus Cake tomorrow.

Small pastries seem to be a little more difficult than large projects.

How to do it well?

On the way home, Lin Shu thought about the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that she had eaten before. If it is not too sweet, what flavor should be used instead or how can the sweetness not stand out?

As soon as Lin Shu opened the door, he saw his father walking over with a cake.

She just remembered that today is the original owner's birthday.

The cake was made by my father himself, but the taste is not very sweet, and even has the fragrance of fruit.

"Dad, what did you add to the cake?" Lin Shu asked.

Dad replied: "Don't you like sour food? I just added a lot of lemon juice when I sent it. How about it? This is the first time your father has changed the way of making pastries in decades. Dad knows you like it very much." Eat fruit, and even divide the cake embryo into two halves, with a layer of fruit sandwiched in the middle, hurry up and try it!"

correct!

Lin Shu suddenly remembered that people here all cook in the same way, and few people try small changes in food like the original owner's father.

Even if they wanted to try, they wouldn't dare.

Her memory of sweet-scented osmanthus cake is always the taste of what she ate in this world, and although Hawkes doesn't like sweetness, his stomach is no different from other people here.

If she could know Hawkes' favorite food, the success of making osmanthus cake would be greatly increased.

Before she had time to think about it, Lin Shu finished eating the cake, said hello to her father, and went out.

Su Ziting, who was sleeping soundly on the soft and huge bed, was awakened by a ringing bell.

She lost a few more minutes to enjoy the super big bed room.

The author has something to say:

Sorry guys, I was supposed to update it the day before yesterday, but I just came back today, so I’ll hurry up and write when I get back, good night~