Chapter 686

Murong Xuan glances at the leaf pointed by Jinghua. Suddenly, she caresses her forehead without saying anything. She just wants to scold her: one leaf is so big, the other is so small. How do you think they are very similar? However, at the sight of Jinghua's small mouth and pink face, Murong Xuan suddenly froze, and her heart softened again: "it's OK, Jinghua. We'll pull what you want, OK?"

But Dihua is extremely clever. Just once, he has recognized the leaves of various fruits and vegetables and started to dig the ground.

Soon, a series of sweet potatoes were dug out of the soil by Dihua, blinding Jinghua: "brother, how do you know it? Wow, so much. Is it all edible? "

"This is sweet potato. Remember the sweet potato cake I made for you last time? That's what it's made of. " Murong Xuan runs over to meet Dihua's sweet potato, which is dug out of the soil.

When you see so many big sweet potatoes under a leaf, Jinghua is excited. No matter what happens, it will pull out the leaves. Although sometimes the potatoes and radishes are pulled out, it does not prevent Jinghua's blind cat from meeting a dead mouse, and occasionally it can pull out the sweet potatoes.

Every time I pull the sweet potato, Jinghua laughs like a fool

Mu Rongxuan: "fortunately, Jinghua's appearance is very lovely. When she laughs, she is not cute.

Oh, I'm a girl.

After seeing Jinghua's smile, mu Rongxuan's heart seems to beat a little fast. It seems that she has discovered her daughter's merits by accident?

After pulling out a few baskets, Murong Xuan, Dihua and others carry sweet potatoes and other food down the mountain and come to the stream to wash.

After washing up the mud, he carried the food back to the kitchen.

Tired out of sweat, Jinghua smiles like a fool, and a kind of thing called "mengmengda" appears on his pink face.

On one side of Dihua's face, there was an unprecedented blush. A few drops of sweat hung on his forehead. The white and red Dihua looked like a steamed bun, which made people want to take a bite.

Alas, she is really old. When she sees a pair of children, she has the impulse to hug them and kiss them; It's strange that I didn't hold them enough when they were young, which makes it difficult to hold them when I grow up.

After finishing up, Murong Xuan takes Dihua and Jinghua to make cakes.

"Chinese yam is not only a medicinal material, but also a food material. In traditional Chinese medicine, Chinese yam is a very precious Chinese medicinal material, known as longevity factor, which is a good medicine and delicacy." While scraping the skin of yam, murongxuan thought about what kind of cake to make with yam.

Yam contains a lot of nutrients. It is a dual-purpose product for strengthening the body, strengthening the spleen and tonifying the stomach. It can't be more suitable for making cakes.

Murong Xuan rummaged in her personal space and saw a package of red particles. Suddenly, a white and a red color made Murong Xuan think of yam honey bean cake.

Yam honey bean cake is made of yam and red bean. Yam mud can increase the sweet taste and make the cake more fragrant and glutinous, while red bean can provide sufficient sweetness and give people a more glutinous and fragrant taste when tasting; The combination of the two is a perfect visual attack, as well as a sweet taste shock.

"When scraping the yam skin, we'd better wear disposable gloves, or hold the yam with a piece of cloth, and don't let the yam mucus stick to ourselves." While demonstrating, Murong Xuan scraped the yam skin clean.

Jinghua looked at the slime on the yam and said, "isn't this slime good?"

"Of course not good, yam mucus contains saponin, mucus contains alkaloids, contact with the skin will produce allergic reactions, itching and even swelling." Murong Xuan smiles and cleans all the yams she needs. At the same time, she cuts them into small pieces and puts them into the pot. She plans to steam them for later use.

After processing the yam, Murong Xuan took out the red beans and soaked them in water ahead of time. "Red beans need to be soaked in water ahead of time. It's better to soak them for a few hours to make them absorb enough water."

"Oh." Jinghua is playing with the red beans in the basin and staring at the Steamed Yam in the pot. Her saliva starts to flow down unconsciously.

Seeing that Jinghua can't wait to eat yam and honey bean cake, Murong Xuan uses a little magic: "when the red bean is full of water, we will pick up the red bean, put it into the pot, cover it, cook it over low heat for 10 minutes, and then turn off the heat for 10 minutes; The red beans can be stewed for 3 times, and the whole state can be maintained at the same time; If you keep cooking, red beans will be easy to boil Murong Xuan explained and operated at the same time.

When cooking for the second time, Murong Xuan added a small amount of sugar to the red beans to improve their sweetness.

"When we cook to the last time, there will be some bean soup at the bottom of the pot, which can be absorbed by the beans and make the beans more soft and waxy, so there is no need to pour it out." When Murong Xuan finished processing the red beans, he took out the Steamed Yam.

Murong Xuan asked Dihua to do the steps of pressing yam mud. After all, boys should be a little stronger: "Dihua, we need to press the Steamed Yam into delicate yam mud. The more delicate the yam mud, the better the taste."

"Well, leave it to me." Dihua took the Steamed Yam and pressed it seriously. After steaming, the yam is very soft. When pressed lightly, it becomes yam mud. Seeing that the yam mud will soon be ready, Murong Xuan quickly conjures up cute little molds. After the molds are ready, Murong Xuan mixes the red beans, yam mud, and part of the milk together, and then pours all the evenly mixed ingredients into the molds, presses them with a pressing plate, and takes them out after the shape is fixed. Yam mud will not stick to the mold, so no powder is needed whether it is poured into the mold or taken out“ When we add milk to yam paste, we suggest you add it according to your own taste, because milk will lead to different consistency of yam bean cake, and the taste will naturally change. " Murong Xuan took the mold and said: "similarly, white sugar is added according to your personal preferences. Jinghua likes to eat sweet, so I will add more white sugar. If Dihua doesn't like to eat too sweet cakes, you can put less white sugar. In addition, when adding white sugar, you have to add it while it's hot. When it's cold, white sugar can't melt." In order to let Jinghua understand the details, Murong Xuan told her everything in detail. After taking the yam and honey bean cake from Murong Xuan, Jinghua can't wait to eat one at a time. Compared with Dihua, she looks more masculine, not elegant and reserved at all. Dihua took the yam honey bean cake from Murong Xuan. First, he took a bite of the yam honey bean cake that looked like a rabbit's head. When he tasted it, he was excited and said, "Mom, the cake you made is delicious." Compared with the cakes he made, it's just a heaven and an earth. Mu Rongxuan smiles and sees that both children like to eat their own food. Suddenly, the road to cooking is gone forever. This time, Murong Xuan added a lot of milk to the yam honey bean cake, so that when she ate it, the taste would be more like jelly, including when the film was removed, and when she took it out, it was the same as jelly. When she touched it lightly, she felt like "blingbling". After learning how to cook, as soon as Dihua finished his daily business, he plunged into the kitchen and began to study all kinds of dishes with Murong Xuan“ Dihua, cut this for me. "“ Good“ Dihua, pass it to me. "“ Good“ Dihua, try this to see if it suits your taste. "“ Good Every day, Murong Xuan and Dihua are immersed in the kitchen, studying all kinds of delicious food. Under Murong Xuan's instigation, Dihua also learned fast. However, in just a few months, he has learned barbecue, cooking, frying and other operations, and the food he makes is better than blue“ Brother, you are better than your mother. " On one side, Jinghua's stomach became round. As Dihua has joined the kitchen industry, the output of Murong Xuan's kitchen has become more and more every day, but there is only Jinghua who consumes it. So, Jinghua has suffered a lot. She looks at so many delicious food every day, so she doesn't eat it. She is greedy and uncomfortable. After eating, Jinghua is uncomfortable. Looking at such a brilliant person, Murong Xuan can't help laughing. However, seeing that her son is doing better than herself, Murong Xuan seems to have accomplished a great job. She stretches and breathes a lot of relief. She came to the kitchen and looked at the full moon in the sky. She couldn't help thinking of Muyu Chiba: "Muyu, our son is great. Now, his food is better than mine. If you are here, you can taste the food made by your son."“ What about? You are not as talented as your son in cooking. Are you ashamed as a father Murong Xuan laughs jokingly. However, when she said these words, she was in a trance to see a thousand leaves Muyu appear in front of her body, micro hook lips like a rendering of the ink white lotus: "that's because you teach him, you don't teach me, how can I learn." Moyu? Murong Xuan was just about to reach out and catch the person in front of her. Suddenly, she was so heavy that she fainted“ Mother, I'm sorry Dihua reaches out to catch Murong Xuan in a coma, holds Murong Xuan's good-looking fingertips, and slightly cuts her finger pulp, dripping three drops of blood red liquid. Murong Xuan's body has a strong border protection. Once she falls into a coma, it will automatically unfold. However, Dihua is no one else, but her own son. The border has no effect on him.