Picking up a fool to farm

Chapter 36

Yan Chenyi looked at the few dim sum recipes in his hand, and sighed, "Boss, didn't you notice that there are three missing? The recipes for meat muffins, double skin milk, and French fries are all gone."

Boss Zhang's eyes widened, he rushed over to take a look, then sat down on the chair with a weeping face, "Yeah, why didn't I find out!"

"Forget it, luckily I only lost three." Yan Chenyi comforted him, took a pen and paper from the side and wrote it again, "This shopkeeper Song may be from Lin County, our restaurant in Huayang County Basically everyone has already joined, so don’t worry.”

Boss Zhang was still very depressed. Why didn’t he take precautions? He just remembered that after Mr. Song ate the meat floss that day, he thought it tasted very good, so he asked him how to make it. At that time, he didn’t think too much about it. Yi wrote the list for him to read, but he didn't expect it to be missed.

"No, I can't leave this thing here, Mr. Xiao, you should lock it up." With lingering fears in his heart, Boss Zhang felt a little worried about himself.

And this was originally written by Yan Chenyi, so it's the same with him.

Yan Chenyi did not refuse, nodded and rolled up the list and put it in his sleeve pocket.

Guang sat in front of the counter, flipping the abacus with one hand and taking the menu with the other. The speed of settlement was quite fast. Ning stood aside and watched his movements in a daze, and asked jokingly, "When did you have this skill?" ? Why didn’t I know that before.”

Guang shrugged and said without raising his head: "When I was young, my family ran a pawn shop, but later..."

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, Ning knew what he was going to say. Later, his whole family was invaded and killed by foreign tribes except him, so he went to serve as a soldier, and then...

All of them have bad memories in their childhood, so they usually don't ask too many questions.

"Didn't you go to help in the back kitchen, why did you run out again?" Guang raised his eyes to look at him, and when he curled his lips, he knew that this man disliked the smog in the back kitchen, "Hurry up and help with work, you didn't see so many guests. "

"I don't go to the back kitchen. It's okay to help Xiaoyan at home. I'd better help order food in front. I can do this." He took the small notebook and bamboo stick pen beside him, and this thing It was prepared by Yan Chenyi's order, convenient.

The other guys don't need it, they can't write but their brains are good after practice, they can basically remember the name of the dish that the guest said once, but it's better not, he has to write everything down, otherwise he will definitely remember it wrong.

Yan Chenyi came out to take a look, and saw Ning shuttled between the tables with ease, smiling gracefully, raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Guang, Guang seemed to feel his gaze, and turned to look at him.

Yan Chenyi smiled at him and waved his hand.

Guang nodded and continued to settle accounts.

After going to the backyard, Yan Chenyi thought about it, why not sell more snacks for takeout when there are many people recently, or order some food suitable for takeout.

He squinted his eyes and looked around. Most of the people left after eating, and many of them went back to their rooms to eat. This kind of state of being full of customers really made him very happy, quite happy.

Silver, a lot of silver.

"Chenchen~!" Sibo pouted and sat on Huilang's stone bench, pulled Yan Chenyi who walked past him and obviously ignored his existence, and said dissatisfiedly: "Chenchen, didn't you even see me! "

"Uh..." Yan Chenyi smiled awkwardly. He was busy calculating how much bonus he could get, but he really didn't see Sibo sitting here, "Why are you here? Didn't you go to the stable? "

Touching his ears, Yan Chenyi looked down at him.

Sibo stared, did Chenchen also lose his memory?

Seeing him staring at him without speaking, Yan Chenyi remembered that he promised to make new snacks for him on the way here.Patted his shoulder, pulled his hand to make him stand up, and said with a smile: "I remember, I promised to make you some snacks, let's go, can you help me?"

"Okay, okay, I'll knead the dough for you." Sibo happily followed him to the back kitchen, and the hands they held together did not separate.

Yan Chenyi glanced at it, but didn't pull it back.

He liked being so close to Sibo.

"Mr. Xiao is here. I heard the boss talk about it." Seeing the two of them coming in, Master Liu leaned over and whispered, "That Song guy is really not a thing."

"Forget it, I already thought that someone would use some tricks. At worst, let's sell something else, which has been sold for a long time." Yan Chenyi waved his hands, rolled up his sleeves and took the flour sieve on the side and handed it to him. Sibo poured the wheat flour and corn flour into two basins in proportion and put them aside, "Mix them and pass through a sieve, then call me."

Sibo blinked and nodded, he would.

Yan Chenyi originally planned to bake cakes, but there is no ready-made low-gluten flour here, so he can only make low-gluten flour by mixing two types of flour. It is hard to say whether it will be successful or not.

"What are you going to do? I'll help you with the ingredients." Seeing him walking over with a large pot of milk, Master Liu couldn't help raising his eyebrows and asked.

"Well, I want to see if I can extract butter." Yan Chenyi thought about the method of homemade butter he had seen before, turned around and took another medium-sized sea bowl, poured half a bowl of milk into it, and then said to the person beside him The little cook stretched out his hand, "Bring me the egg beater that I asked to make that day."

The little cook hurriedly went to look through Yan Chenyi's toolbox for making dim sum, took out a bamboo egg beater from it, cleaned it, and handed it to him.

"Look at Ang, learn from it. If I can make it today, then prepare some for me every day. This is called butter." Put the egg beater into the sea bowl and start stirring clockwise quickly.

After stirring about [-] times quickly, the milk in the bowl has changed, with a thick layer of custard.The color grease floated on the upper layer, and with Yan Chenyi's movements, more and more condensed in the bowl.

Yan Chenyi blinked, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

At this moment, Sibo had already mixed the two types of flour, and watched his movements curiously.

Seeing that there were beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, he reached out and wiped it away.

"Chenchen, what are you doing?" This kind of rapid stirring action will make the arm muscles sore, he frowned, and stretched out his hand, "I'll help you."

"No, no, it's almost ready, bring me gauze." Lifting his chin to the little cook, Yan Chenyi stopped his movements.

The little cook cleaned the gauze according to his request and put it in an empty bowl aside, Yan Chenyi took the sea bowl and poured the milk and oil in the bowl onto the gauze to separate the water and oil.

"Clear water." Seeing more and more Huang.The colored grease gathered on the gauze, and he gave another order to the little cook beside him.

The little cook hurriedly scooped up clean water and handed it to him, Yan Chenyi slowly poured clean water on the grease from above to clean it up.

"Give me another piece of dry gauze." Reached out and wrapped the dry gauze around the outside, then wrung out the oil inside and put it in a sea bowl beside it, sprinkled some salt into it and continued to stir.

Seeing that the butter was about to be made, Yan Chenyi was excited, and actually let him make it, and...

He looked at the white milk that was vacated aside, leaned over and smelled it, there was no strange smell, and it should be able to be used again.

"Sibo, bring the flour you just mixed." Yan Chenyi put the butter in a small bowl aside to control the water, then brought the flour over, held a handful with his hand and tried it, and it felt good.

"I'm going to make a simple biscuit today, but this method is not allowed to spread," Yan Chenyi narrowed his eyes and looked at the few people in the kitchen, who nodded immediately. He continued happily: "Mix the butter with the flour. and then form a dough," said while doing it, although the butter is only made today, but Yan Chenyi thinks that all the things at this moment can become pollution-free green food, so it must taste good if used directly, "Bring me the abrasive tool I brought back last time."

The little cook ran to the side of the toolbox and took out a small box, which was full of mold ferrules made of iron sheets. At first they didn't know what they were used for, but now they know.

"Give me sugar and fennel powder." Reach out and add sugar and a small amount of fennel powder to the flour, and continue kneading.

Knowing that a big ball of yellow and colored dough was ready to be kneaded, Yan Chenyi nuzui motioned for several people to stand aside. He took a big rolling pin and rolled the dough flat, and then pressed many small biscuit shapes on it with a grinder.

"Have you delivered the oven that I had someone make last time?" Everything was ready, Yan Chenyi turned to look at Master Liu.

Master Liu nodded, pointed to the oven built of square bricks in the yard, and said with a smile, "How do you use that thing? It looks so weird."

"You will know in a while." Let the little cook bring over the large iron tray, brush some oil on it, put the biscuits on the plate neatly, and then say, "Put these in the oven, Don't lean."

Several people nodded again and again, as if they were dragging something sacred, they went to the oven. Yan Chenyi opened the oven and took a look. There were hooks on the left and right, just enough to hold the plate.

I didn't expect the craftsmen nowadays to make these things quite decently. He just drew a rough picture to show them, but he didn't expect to actually make them.

"To start a fire, it must be on a high fire, about two quarters of an hour will do." It can be cooked in three to ten minutes, Yan Chenyi glanced at Master Liu at the side, "Master Liu, please help me remember the time, I will go Do something else."

Master Liu nodded and directed the little cook to light the fire.

"Chenchen, what else do you want to do?" Sibo followed him around, not too troublesome, just curious.

His family Chenchen is so powerful, he can do everything.

That proud.

Yan Chenyi handed the big basin on the side to Sibo, raised his chin, "You saw what I did just now, stir it for me now, don't spill it." He said and handed him the eggbeater, looking at it with a smile He, then took the skimmed milk and stared at it. He was thinking about using the milk to make other things, why not make milk tofu.

Sibo blinked, glanced at Yan Chenyi, and then at the big pot of milk in front of him.

He felt that he was not far from being disabled...