The road of the house owner of the pig in the Chanyuan

Gojo Satoru's temper didn't last long after all.

It's not that he changed his temper and no longer cared about the trivial matter of being targeted by someone, but that his good partner and like-minded ally - especially referring to the stubborn old and stubborn people who hate the Yusanjia - Naozai, actually promised Go to the kitchen and make him cookies.

The kind with double the sugar!

Gojo Gojo stared at the small figure in the kitchen with his blue cat eyes wide open. To be honest, he was more curious than expected.

"When did you learn how to make biscuits? Why don't I know?" After all, he couldn't hold back his eager curiosity. He grabbed the door frame and looked at Naoya who was fiddling with various tools he had never seen before in the kitchen. Gojo Satoru couldn't help asking, "How much did you learn secretly behind my back?"

"No one will treat you as a dumb person if you can't speak." Hearing Gojo Satoru's "narcissistic" question, Naoya rolled his eyes and said casually without looking back, "Just wait a while and open your mouth to eat biscuits. Where do so many problems come from?"

If it wasn't for coaxing you, I wouldn't have thought of doing this, Naoya thought.

When I was a junior high school student in my previous life, Naoya was very interested in some shared videos of western pastry cooking. Watching the bloggers in the videos easily use seemingly common ingredients to make all kinds of delicate, sweet and delicious delicacies , he had to admit that he was a little moved.

After all, it looks really simple and easy to use, and most of the ingredients and materials can also be bought in department stores and supermarkets. The only troublesome thing is not cheap, and there is only one oven.

At that time, Naoya vowed to learn some simple and easy-to-use pastry recipes during the summer vacation, and then give parents a small surprise at the right time, such as Father’s Day and Mother’s Day.

Fortunately, small family ovens are not expensive. With the pocket money he saves in his daily life, it is enough to bite the bullet and buy one.

When everything is ready and Naoya is ready to show off his skills, the facts tell him that those so-called cooking videos are presented by the photographers after many failures and setbacks through constant editing and adjustment to present the most perfect picture on the screen. Before him, and what made him understand, were the splatters of butter, the soreness of his elbows, the dryness of the dough, and the indescribable smell of burning in the oven.

The reason for all this is that he wanted to make a small dessert that is so simple that it can be called an entry-level beginner-cookies.

Looking at the mess in the kitchen, and several plates of burnt and weirdly shaped biscuits, which could barely be called cookies, Naoya fell silent, knowing that he had never really cooked anything, at most he would He just helped his parents with some handy jobs, so he was somewhat mentally prepared at the beginning, but he really didn't expect it to be so tragic.

Looking at this scene, those who didn't know thought he was doing some dangerous experiments in the kitchen.

However, the materials have already been bought, and it is not easy to return the oven that has been ruined by burnt cookie residue. Thinking of his parents, Naoya silently rolled up his cuffs, wiped off the flour stained on his face, and continued to make cookies. When he got down, he no longer did it as confidently and freely as he did at the beginning, but carefully, how much powdered sugar should be sifted each time, the egg liquid should be added several times, how long should the oven be preheated to what temperature is the best, each step All done with great care.

Finally, maybe too many previous failures have accumulated certain experience and lessons. This time the cookies look much better. Except for the slightly browned corners, there is no burnt. The sweet and greasy milk fragrance permeates the In the kitchen, surround him tightly.

After that, the cookies he made were well received by his parents, especially his father, who was so moved that he took many photos of the cookies and sent them to relatives and friends, causing him to make a fuss With a big red face, he quickly snatched his father's mobile phone and then it was over.

"...Master, do you really need my help?"

Mamoko's voice suddenly sounded, pulling Naoya out of his memory, looking at the melted butter that was almost upset in his hand, he straightened himself up quickly, heaved a sigh of relief, and then looked at Mamoko, "What's wrong?"

"No, I just want to ask, does the young master need any help?" Zhenwang repeated, with some concern visible to the naked eye, and apologetic, "Did I disturb the young master just now?"

"Ah... no, it's nothing like that, I was just a little distracted just now, I hope you don't have to worry." Naoya smiled to comfort him, and said with a bit of teasing in his tone, "It's just a simple cookie, flower It won't take much effort, you just wait to eat the baked biscuits later." After speaking, he extended his thumb deliberately with a playful gesture.

"Then what about me, what about me!" Wujo Wu raised his hand unwilling to show weakness, seeing Naoya ignored him for a while, and said with a little grievance, "Speaking of which, are those cookies baked for me? My share!"

"Come here later and help me take out the biscuits." Naoya couldn't help being amused as he looked at Gojo Satoru, who was a playwright, and added snowflake-like powdered sugar to the melted butter, puffing up. After stirring it slightly, he continued, "Besides, it was originally intended to be made for you from the beginning, so how could your portion be missing."

"That's good." After getting a satisfactory answer, Gojo Satoru laughed and said as he wished, but he didn't intend to leave. He just leaned against the door frame and continued to watch Naoya's skilled operation, and he didn't feel bored. His eyes were full of interest, as if As soon as I can eat the biscuits baked by Naoya himself.

It's really hopeful, seeing that my young master really doesn't need help, and he can almost handle all kinds of ingredients needed to make cookies with ease, although a little curiosity flashed in his heart, but he didn't really care. She always had the urge to take a picture of Cookie's serious appearance.

Speaking of which, for cookies, it should be accompanied by some tea to relieve the tiredness, right?Zhen Wang thought about it, and then glanced at the kitchen again, after confirming that Master Naoya was all right, he turned around and prepared to make tea.

At the same time, Naoya has slowly poured the beaten egg liquid into the fully whipped butter melt three times, and stirred it evenly. Finally, all the ingredients turned into a light orange paste in the glass bowl, It has a sticky texture.

"It should be fine."

Using the sharp corners of the egg beater to gently raise some sticky corners, Naoya looked carefully, muttered something softly, then took the flour that was prepared early in the morning, and slowly sifted it into a glass bowl, Until a snow-white hill fell inside.

Then repeat the boring and tedious stirring work until all the ingredients are fully mixed together again, the flour absorbs the melted liquid, sticks with it, and turns into a light yellow floc, which is attached to the wall of the glass bowl , forming a small vortex.

Seeing that the mixing was almost done, Naoya first sprinkled some flour on the chopping board, and then turned the half wet and half sticky dough upside down on the flour-sprinkled chopping board.

Kneading the dough is the easiest step for Naoya now. After all, he has strong hands. It is not difficult to knead a small dough until it is smooth, delicate and shiny, not to mention that he was still in his previous life. With advanced experience and skills, it is easier to massage and knead.

After making all the preparations, put the dough upside down in a glass bowl and put it aside temporarily, set the preheating temperature of the oven, and Naoya began to look for the most important tool for making cookies—the mold.

In fact, it’s not impossible to just make rounds and flatten them casually, but he remembered that when he helped Zhenwang prepare the dip last night, he seemed to have seen something that looked like a mold in the cabinet. At that time, he thought it might come with the oven , I won't need it for a while, so I didn't care much, but I didn't expect to be slapped hard in the face now.

If I knew I should have taken it out last night... Naoya, who didn't know where the biscuit mold went to, secretly complained.

"What are you looking for, don't you want to make cookies anymore?" Seeing that Naoya didn't continue to deal with the bright yellow lump of dough on the chopping board for a long time, Gojo Satoru asked suspiciously, "Shall I help you find it together?"

"You're so kind?" Naoya jokingly said without raising his head.

"Why can't I do it anymore?" Gojo Goto yelled loudly after hearing the words, sternly accusing Naoya of the slander, "I tell you, I'm in a good mood, very good!"

As if to prove himself, Gojo Satoru took a few strides and huddled next to Naoya, lowered his head and looked at the cabinet that the other party had opened and searched for a long time, and said positively, "What are you looking for, maybe let me know Did you find it for you?"

Taking a sideways look at Gojo Satoru, who was just about to move around, Naoya laughed and said, "It's nothing, it's just a mold for making cookies, it will look better when you make them."

"So..." Gojo Wujo looked thoughtfully at the top after hearing this, and stretched out his finger, "Have you looked up there?"

Naoya was taken aback, he really hadn't looked for it, "Then wait a minute, I'll carry a chair first..."

In the end, before he finished speaking, Gojo Satoru stretched out his arms, opened the top cupboard door very easily, raised his eyes slightly and looked inside, "Well, I seem to have found... . Naoya?"

But Naoya looked at Gojo Satoru's slender arms expressionlessly, and the mint-colored hoodie was pulled high because of the raised shoulders, revealing a white and slender waist with a faint layer of thin muscles. Gojo Satoru took down the mold from the cupboard, and the bright color seemed to be gone, leaving only the man's blue eyes, looking at him with some doubts.

"What's the matter, can you see if this is what you want?" Said, Gojo Satoru handed over the things in his hand.

However, Naoya didn't catch it immediately. He looked at Gojo Satoru, then at the mould, and finally moved his gaze back to the upper cabinet whose door was still open, and silently stretched out his hand, trying to close it.

Hmm... of course he couldn't reach it, even if he tiptoed quietly.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot to close this." Gojo Satoru saw this, freed up his empty hand and closed the cabinet door very easily again, and said casually, "Actually, it's okay if you don't close it, anyway, you can't hit it .”

Hit—no—on.

The last three words, like stereo surround sound, kept echoing in Naozai's ears, stimulating his young and fragile heart over and over again.

However, looking at the five cats and cats with innocent faces in front of him, and even faintly looking forward to boasting in their eyes, Naoya really lost the strength to be angry. Comfort yourself, at least the other person's face is still impeccable.

Thinking of this, Naoya couldn't help but suggested, "Wu, why don't you return to the aloofness of the son of God for a while? Actually, that's pretty good for you." At the end, the expression on his face showed full sincerity.

"Hey, I don't want it!" Wutiao Wu heard the words and frowned immediately, as if he didn't understand why the other party would make such a silly joke, he pouted and said, "Why did you say this suddenly, do you think I'm not good now? "

"No, oh, it's nothing...forget it."

In the end, Naoya just sighed, "You just think I'm whimsical." Then he took the mold from Gojo Satoru, turned around and walked to the chopping board, and said back, "Let's continue making cookies, by the way, do you want to Try it?"

Forget it, what else can he do if he provokes the cat at the door, Naoya thought helplessly.

I can only add other 'good' things to the other party's cookie, such as pure natural baked matcha powder-the kind that does not contain a little sugar and is so bitter that the tongue tingles.

After choosing various molds, Naoya thought in a good mood, after all, he is not a devil.

And Gojo Satoru, who was picking up the favorite mold together with Naoya, shook his shoulders inexplicably, and suddenly felt a chill behind his back.