The Villainess Female Supporting Character with a Bun

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Cheng Huan pushed the fully loaded shopping cart, took Xing Xing back home, unloaded everything, and made another trip to return the cart.

When he came back, Xing Xing had already unpacked the doll. He held the doll in both hands and put it in front of the bed, talking to it.

You have to be obedient, don't run away.

Standing outside the door, Cheng Huan laughed dumbly. She walked in and took a look at the doll lying on the pillow, and asked Xing Xing: It sleeps here, where should I sleep?

The bed provided by the landlord is quite big, 1.8 meters. There were two pillows on the bed, one for each mother and child. Xingxing put the doll on Cheng Huan's pillow and pushed the pillow to the center of the bed.

Just let him sleep for a while. The little guy was ruthless, patted the mattress and said to Cheng Huan, When mommy is asleep, drive him off.

Cheng Huan: ... Is it so cruel?

Xing Xing didn't know that he had already built up the image of a scumbag in his mother's heart. After deciding on the future fate of the doll, he took Cheng Huan's hand again: Mom, let's make mooncakes.

Cheng Huan was sad for the doll for a moment, looked at the time, and discussed with Xing Xing: Let's make lunch first, and then make mooncakes after dinner, okay?

good!

I ate breakfast late, Cheng Huan is not hungry now, so I made a children's meal for Xing Xing.

Xing Xing was thinking about the moon cakes, and even the rice didn't taste good. He managed to wrap the last bite in his mouth. Before he could chew, he jumped off the dining table and ran over: Momo, I'm done eating.

Eat what's in your mouth first before talking. Cheng Huan poked the little guy's swollen face and said with a smile.

Xing Xing chewed something in her mouth, Cheng Huan cleaned up the dishes, and when she was done, she took out the flour, grabbed a little and put it on the clean table, ready to make dough.

There are two kinds of skins for fresh meat mooncakes, dry pastry and water oil skin.

There is no need to add water to make dry pastry, just add a little lard to the all-purpose flour, rub the lard with the mouth of the tiger, and use the temperature of the palm to fuse the lard and flour, and knead it into a smooth dry pastry dough.

Make dry pastry and then make water oil skin. Put the flour on the table in a circle, hollow out the middle, put the crushed lard, pour in hot water, and still wipe it with your hands. After kneading the dough, cover it with plastic wrap and let it stand for fifteen minutes.

During the waiting time, Cheng Huan began to make the stuffing. The pork used for the stuffing was hind leg meat, which was three fat and seven lean. Pour the onion and ginger water into the stuffing in batches, and stir while pouring to remove the fishy smell from the meat.

The minced meat absorbs all the water, and it needs to be beaten to increase its strength. Cheng Huan holds the minced meat and beats it down. Xing Xing is curious and wants to try it himself.

Okay, here you go. Anyway, Cheng Huan was not afraid of children spoiling what she ate, so she washed her hands with Xing Xing, let the little guy stand on the stool, and beat a small piece of meat.

Xing Xing was young and weak, so he was limp when he threw the meat. Here, Cheng Huan had beaten the meat into balls. The meat in Xing Xing's hands was still loose, and a lot of it stuck to the table.

He picked up the scattered minced meat with his hands, looked at Cheng Huan who had finished his work next to him, and then stared at the small ball of meat that was still loose in his hand, a little anxious: Mom, wait for me.

Well, don't worry, just take your time. Cheng Huan put the prepared minced meat in the refrigerator to cool, picked up the proofed water and oil skin, and wrapped it around the dry pastry.

The hardness of the two types of dough needs to be about the same level. After wrapping, use a rolling pin to roll the dough to a certain extent, pick it up and fold it in half, and then continue to roll.

Rolling noodles is a labor-intensive job. After doing it for a while, Cheng Huan felt a little hot on her body. She stopped to take a breath, saw the stars looking up from the side, and said to him, Baby, I have no strength.

Xing Xing quickly got off the stool, ran to the side and said anxiously: Then mom, take a break!

You don't need to rest. Cheng Huan tapped the little guy's nose with his flour-stained finger: Just give me a kiss.

With her white nose on her head, Xing Xing nodded and agreed without thinking, Mom, come down, so I can't kiss you.

Cheng Huan bent down and moved her face closer, Xing Xing tiptoed up to kiss her, and the flour on her nose rubbed back on her face.

After the noodles are rolled into a thin and large square, they can be rolled up, and should be tightened as much as possible when rolling. Roll the dough into long strips, pinch out a three-finger-wide dose, flatten it, and put it in the meat stuffing.

Xing Xing failed to smash the meat before, and the pile of minced meat has been squandered, and now he wants to make mooncakes again, and he is eager to try.

Mom, I learned too!

Then you can try it. Cheng Huan took a dose and handed it to him: Crush it first, then put the meat stuffing in it.

I remember! Xing Xing seemed confident, but he was dumbfounded in the actual operation. The dough that seemed obedient in his mother's hands became extremely difficult in his hands.

Xing Xing was stunned, and looked up at Cheng Huan. Cheng Huan was putting the stuffing, so he didn't notice his gaze.

The little guy pouted and thought for a while, then looked away, turned the dough in his hand, and slapped the table hard several times, making the table rattle.

The dough cake was finally finished, Xing Xing seemed to have completed a remarkable task, he let out a breath, and glanced at the person next to him.

Well, mom is still busy.

Cheng Huan held back a smile, seemingly concentrating on the things in his hands, but in fact his eyes were always on the side.

Xing Xing wanted to ask for praise but failed, and was a little disappointed in his heart. This emotion came and went quickly. Seeing that Cheng Huan had finished wrapping the moon cake again, he hurriedly took a spoon and spread minced meat on the dough.

He had never done this before, and he didn't know how to start. There was a high layer of minced meat on the dough. While watching Cheng Huan's hand movements, the little guy followed the gourd's drawing and scooped the dough together.

He put too much minced meat, and his hands were small. When he was kneading the dough, the minced meat kept falling down. Xing Xing looked anxious, and wanted to squeeze the minced meat into it with his hands when it fell.

It's alright, alright, let me pack it. Seeing Xing Xing was about to bend down to pick up minced meat on the ground, Cheng Huan finally couldn't take it anymore, she took the things in Xing Xing's hand, removed some stuffing, and slapped it a few times Just give the dough a mouthful.

After pressing down the wrapped moon cake with his hands, Cheng Huan handed the things to Xing Xing: Look, it's wrapped.

Xing Xing took the moon cake and looked at it over and over again. He liked it very much.

He wrapped the mooncake in his hand and took a sip of saliva: Mom, can this be eaten?

Not yet, the mooncakes are raw now, and they have to be baked before they can be eaten. Cheng Huan wrapped the best one, and took out the battered mooncake in the little guy's hand and put it on a plate.

Xing Xing looked very reluctant, and his eyes followed the movement of the moon cake. He followed Cheng Huan and walked to the kitchen together, saying as he walked, I made that one.

Yes, it's wrapped by Xing Xing, and I'll eat it for you when it's cooked.

However, Xingxing shook his head when he heard the words, and said crisply: Give it to mom.

Cheng Huan glanced down at him, feeling a little moved. She opened the oven door, put the things in, closed the door after setting the time and temperature, bent down and held Xing Xing's little hand: Okay, the moon cakes made by Xing Xing are for mom. Xing Xing eats what mother cooks.

The mooncakes need to be baked for 20 minutes, and they need to be turned over every 10 minutes. The freshly baked mooncakes are steaming hot, the skin is soft and sweet, and the delicious soup will flow out after one bite.

Xing Xing likes this taste very much, and he still can't get enough of it after eating one.

Mom, I still want to eat.

You've already eaten one, and you can't eat any more. Cheng Huan held the plate and nodded at him with his chin: If you don't believe me, feel your stomach.

Xing Xing really stretched out his hand to touch his belly. He hadn't digested the meal at noon, but now he ate a big mooncake, and his belly was bulging.

He patted his stomach, put down his clothes, and said with a sad expression, I'm full.

Fresh meat mooncakes taste best when they are just out of the pan, but they are not good when they are cold. Cheng Huan made eight moon cakes, sent half of them to the opposite door, ate one by himself, and put the remaining two in the refrigerator to be eaten when Xingxing wanted them.

The reheated mooncakes were not as popular as they were at first. Xingxing didn't want to eat half of them at night. He put the rest of the mooncakes on the plate, climbed onto the sofa and lay in Cheng Huan's arms: Mom, why is this not good? have eaten?

The freshly made food is the most delicious, but it will become more and more unpalatable afterward. If you think about saving lunch for dinner, isn't it also unpalatable?

The little guy thought for a while and nodded. He had eaten leftovers, and it was indeed unpalatable.

Then mom, when will we make mooncakes again? He looked forward to it.

Making moon cakes is fun.

Cheng Huan hugged him, and used the remote control to change the channel. The Mid-Autumn Festival Gala was playing on the TV, and a certain famous singer was singing on the stage.

The full moon hung high outside the house, and the moonlight was clear. Cheng Huan looked away and said to the stars: Wait for the next Mid-Autumn Festival.

Xingxing didn't know how long he would have to wait for the next Mid-Autumn Festival. He hugged Cheng Huan's neck and hummed, hoping that the day would come sooner.

The next day, Cheng Huan had to go to work again.

Xing Xing didn't go to school, and the family next door went on a trip abroad. Cheng Huan was worried about leaving the little guy at home alone, so he took him to the stall.

During the National Day holiday, City C, as a famous tourist city, attracted a large number of foreign guests, and her small barbecue stall was busier than ever.

Cheng Huan's current stall is twice the size of the original one. The business next to Cheng Huan's stall became worse and worse after Cheng Huan set up the stall because the food was not good. Prohibited items were added to her barbecue. People from the Food Administration came over and found nothing from her. Instead, they found spoiled meat next door.

The stall next door was ordered to rectify and closed for a period of time. After a few days, someone removed all the tables and chairs, leaving an empty space.

Cheng Huan took advantage of the opportunity to rent the space next door, and hired someone else. Now there are four temporary workers in her small booth, including her and five people.

In this night market, it is considered a big business.

There are many things to be busy at night, Cheng Huan can't stay with Xing Xing all the time, but fortunately, the little guy is used to it, and he can have fun by himself.

He sat at a table near the door, writing and drawing on paper with reference to the moon in the sky.

These days, the drawing skills of the stars have improved a lot, and the moon I draw is quite round now.

He lowered his head to paint the moon, and only halfway through the painting, the light was blocked by a person.

Xing Xing raised his head in dissatisfaction. The person who came was turned against the light, so he couldn't see clearly, only he was tall.

He looked up for a while, his neck felt a little sore, but the man still didn't move away, Xing Xing pursed his lips, and said angrily, Uncle, you're blocking me.