Wishing Restaurant didn't want to explode

The weather is getting hotter and the rain is increasing.

I heard the pattering outside in the middle of the night last night, and when I woke up in the morning, I could still hear the crackling of raindrops hitting the leaves.

The dust in the air has been washed away, and the fragrance of the soil mixed with the unique taste of the rain is refreshing.

There is no need to go to school and work on weekends, so everyone stays at home and is lazy.

"Why is it raining? Are the gods in the sky crying?"

Guoguo asked, holding her chin, looking at the ox-like rain outside.

The world is too big and there are too many unknowns.

In fact, even Yu Yu himself can't help wondering sometimes whether the characters in the legendary ghosts really exist?

He didn't categorically deny it, but thought for a while before saying, "I don't know if there are gods or not, but now there is another way of saying it, do you want to listen to it?"

The two looked at each other with exactly the same movements, and the flesh on their cheeks was squeezed into a ball.

Guoguo asked in surprise, "Is there something Mr. Yuyu doesn't know?"

She had said similar things before.

But children are always forgetful.

Yu Yu nodded seriously, and the curls on his head bounced up and fell down again.

"Yes, I also have a lot of things I don't know. The world is very big."

"How big is it?"

Guoguo asked curiously.

Yu Yu didn't know how to describe it, but he affirmed: "It's very big."

Guoguo tilted her head and thought for a while, then suddenly stretched out her arms and drew a big circle with all her strength.

"Is it that big?"

Yu Yu laughed, and stretched out his arms like her, "It's bigger than this!"

Guoguo wowed, her eyes sparkled.

"It's really big!"

After the two gestured to the world as big as the arm circle, they got back to the topic:

Why does it rain in the sky?

"Some scientists say that the rain in the sky is the evaporation of water on the ground..."

"What is evaporation?"

"It's just flowing water that turns into water vapor and flies up to the sky."

"Water vapor? Is it the vain heat from uncle's cooking?"

"Yes, really smart."

"But why is it so hot and sometimes chilly?" Guoguo couldn't help shivering as if recalling the bitterly cold winter.

"You can see the hot air because of the temperature difference. If the temperature is about the same, you won't be able to see it." Yu Yu poked her little face with a smile.

"What is temperature difference?" Guoguo asked the question as if breaking the casserole.

Liao Chu, who was making milk tea over there, was already getting dizzy when he heard one after another, a series of questions, but Yu Yu was still able to reason gently...

"Come over for some snacks first."

Liao Chu interrupted their discussion of science.

A lukewarm rainy day is best for sleeping.

All three got up late today.

If you go to have breakfast seriously, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat lunch.

Liao Chu sent out some dough, baked pineapple buns, and made silk stocking milk tea.

Pad it a little, and eat it at noon.

The milky golden pineapple buns are neatly displayed in the bamboo basket, and the milky yellow patchy sweet skin on the surface is cracked irregularly, not so much like pineapple, but more like the random pattern of zebra.

It rained all night, so it's a little cold now.

Moist air rolled in from outside the window, and wrapped in the aroma of hot bread, it floated out lightly.

Liao Chu cut the pineapple bun in half and stuffed it with a thick piece of butter.

Soon, the heat inside catalyzed the light yellow grease, which slowly seeped into the fluffy pores.

Pineapple oil is definitely a luxury in desserts.

The sweet and solid taste is irresistible.

For those who like it, the only downside is the excessive heat.

So Liao Chu is doing "one pack, two meals" today:

The first half is sandwiched with butter, and it is thick and mellow;

In the second half, only pineapple buns are eaten, and the bread itself is sweet and soft.

The icing plaque on the outer layer of the pineapple bun has long since solidified, and when scratched by a fingernail, there will be a slight and dry "chi la" sound.

Picking up one and biting it down, the icing icing shattered, and soon mixed with the fat butter added inside, all melted quietly and quickly.

The unique weight of animal fat spreads in the mouth.

The human body responds immediately and secretes elements that represent happiness.

When it comes to pineapple buns, we have to mention silk stocking milk tea.

After hearing the name, Guoguo was shocked, "Is it cooked with socks?"

Yu Yu laughed.

Liao Chu: "...No."

Silk stocking milk tea is not as heavy as real stockings.

It's just because the original producers used white cloth bags to pack the tea leaves, and after many times of use, it is inevitable that they will be stained with a little brown color.

From a distance, it does look a bit like that.

However, some people say that this kind of milk tea has a particularly smooth taste, which is very similar to the feel of women's stockings.

In any case, such a name is always somewhat ambiguous and charming.

Ceylon black tea should be used to make silk stocking milk tea.

The chef freely mixes the proportion of old leaves and young leaves according to the preferences of himself and the guests.

So even if it is the same variety, it will have a different taste.

Because pineapple buns are sweet, there is no need to add too much sugar to silk stocking milk tea.

The pure white milk collided into the dark red tea soup, like blooming white ink, and the rich fragrance penetrated to every corner.

A mouthful of pineapple buns, followed by a mouthful of warm silky milk tea, the greasiness that just continued is gone.

The unique sweet aroma of pineapple buns slowly spread out, mixed with the aroma of tea, like a waltz at a dance on a rainy night.

Delicate and light.

Like a woman's soft hand, it quietly cut through the overwhelming rain curtain and pushed it outside.

Most of the anchors turned day and night upside down. About six hours ago, Chen Jiming had just finished removing his makeup.

After taking a shower and climbing into bed, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

In the original plan, he vowed to sleep until ten o'clock.

But now, under the impetus of the faint fragrance wafting in from the window, Lai Bed Plan seemed vulnerable.

He covered his head with the quilt and rolled in pain.

Fragrant, so fragrant.

Hungry, too hungry...

very hungry!

Why are you so hungry!

This kind of thing, the more you want to ignore it, the more you care about it.

So a few minutes later, Chen Jiming got up resignedly, and sent a message to Liao Chu first.

Yes, just a while ago, he had the cheek to ask for someone's WeChat.

Just to stutter without leaving home during the holidays.

For this reason, he went to Liao Kee restaurant to recharge the money...

Liao Kee Restaurant does not have a membership card.

But many loyal customers find it troublesome, and often pay a lot at one time, eat and go as they go, and recharge when they run out.

A few minutes later, a new message pops up on the phone:

"Pineapple oil and silk stocking milk tea."

Ahhh, so it is this!

Chen Jiming beat his chest and stamped his feet, no wonder the smell is so familiar!

He had done a live-action beauty makeup theme before, and he lived in the south for a few months!

Xiaolan, who had been resting for many days, played again, dangling on a rope, and wandered to the window.

Guoguo found it interesting and took the initiative to grab the job.

Liao Chu pulled the basket indoors and watched the little girl carefully wrap the pineapple oil napkin into a mummy shape, and then put it into the chubby milk tea bottle.

Wrapped... seems a little too serious.

he thought silently.