2 years old, just one month old.”

"To be honest, although I don't have any special skills in painting or music, I am pretty good at farming."

“Especially vegetables with green leaves, I’ve been growing them since I was a child!”

"My grandma praises me as a good boy who is suitable for farming. My family still has more than ten acres of land in the countryside. If one day I can no longer make it in the city, I can go back to farming."

An Youyou began to regret that she grew up in a town, had little opportunity to farm, and did not learn basic skills.

Chen An:……

I don’t know why, but I always feel like this newly transferred colleague is thinking about something weird.

The filling in the pot had begun to boil slightly, and Qin Huai continued to stir without intending to turn off the heat.

"It's almost done." Zheng Siyuan reminded.

"We have to wait another half minute until the boiling bubbles are dense enough," Qin Huai said.

After half a minute, turn off the heat.

The dough on the chopping board has already risen, and it's just waiting for Qin Huai and Zheng Siyuan to break it into small balls and shape them into apple shapes.

At this point, the teaching work has ended, and next is the difficult process of making noodles.

Chen An wisely walked away silently and stopped reading. It was not time to get off work yet. In theory, he should do some more work. But today's work efficiency was too high and the work was completed ahead of schedule. Chen An thought about it and had no choice but to do it.

I have to do some work, go out to the kitchen table and help the helper at the red desk chop vegetables.

Red case helper:?

I have long heard that your breakfast rolls are very rolled, but now you have not rolled enough breakfast rolls, so you come here to roll our stir-fried vegetables?

Out of curiosity, An Youyou took a closer look and found that Chen An had actually opened up a new work path. She quickly followed and helped cut vegetables.

Both Qin Huai and Zheng Siyuan became skilled at kneading dough.

Soon, apple-shaped dough balls filled with meat filling appeared on the chopping board.

Zheng Siyuan's hands were shaking when he was mixing the beet juice. Although he had often lamented in his heart that he had made a decision that was sorry for his ancestors, there has never been any decision more painful than making this damn meat-filled apple noodle with his own hands today.

Sorry ancestors.

Not only do I feel sorry for my ancestors, I also feel sorry for Mian Guoer.

Zheng Siyuan colored the apples tremblingly. Because he did not do enough ideological work, he was a little absent-minded when coloring. The first apple was ugly.

Zheng Siyuan began to reflect and felt that he could not do this. As soon as he started making dim sum, he must respect the dim sum and recipes, be brave enough to try and innovate. This is what a good dim sum master should do.

This kind of inactive behavior is simply a blasphemy against dim sum.

Zheng Siyuan cheered up and started coloring seriously.

After a while, a beautiful apple was born in Zheng Siyuan's hands. Zheng Siyuan looked at the apple with satisfaction, put it down, and turned to look at Qin Huai.

"hiss--"

Zheng Siyuan took a breath of cold air.

What an ugly apple.

He hadn't seen this color in patches here and there, looking like the colored apples on a three-year-old child's eyes for many years.

How did Qin Huai's level decline to this point?

No, this is not the level. How could his aesthetics be so outrageous?

Could it be that Qin Huai was led astray because his first apple was not colored well?

Zheng Siyuan took a look at the first apple he painted and felt that it was not guilty of this!

Zheng Siyuan stretched his neck and took a look at the apple Qin Huai was coloring, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this apple is functioning normally.

It seems that Qin Huai was distracted just now when he was coloring the first apple like himself. Alas, he really made a bad mistake.

Zheng Siyuan secretly vowed in his heart that he must concentrate on making dim sum in the future, go all out, and never be distracted or slack in work.

Qin Huai didn't know that Zheng Siyuan had such rich inner activities. If he knew, he would definitely tell his brother that you are overthinking. I just wanted to try Liu Tao's coloring style.

People's aesthetic appreciation of art should be diverse.

At 12 noon, the new apple noodles will be steamed in a basket.

Qin Huai and Zheng Siyuan did not leave the kitchen. Each of them carried a plate of rice bowls and sat beside the steamer to eat.

Qin Huai wanted to know Mian Guoer's level as soon as possible.

Zheng Siyuan wanted to taste it for the first time, what would the noodles taste like when made with this outrageous recipe.

The two pastry chefs were sitting in the kitchen eating. Chen An and An Youyou also followed suit and ate in the kitchen with bowls in hand.

Because An Youyou got up too early, she was even a little sleepy when eating, and she yawned while eating.

Qin Huai was eating the fried rice with tomatoes and eggs without any taste, his mind was all on the steamer, staring at it, and finally.

【Apple Noodles C Grade】

C grade.

Qin Huai believed that he had made no mistakes in the case, and his dough kneading skills should not be inferior to Jiang Weiming's, but the noodles he made were only C-level.

This means that the fillings made by Jiang Weiming have pushed the C-level dim sum up a big level to B-level.

The partial science God of War is so terrifying.

Qin Huai put down the plate, put on gloves, and opened the steamer.

Oh, it's a little overturned.

When frying the stuffing, the oil was not controlled well. Qin Huai felt that the frying was dry, but he didn't know whether it was because it was not really fried or because the noodles and stuffing did not match. There was obviously a little oil leakage from two noodles.

The oil did not really leak out, but the color of the apple was affected. The red apple seemed to be eaten by insects, and there was a small discolored spot.

Qin Huai used a pair of tongs to pick out the noodles. Some were C-grade, some were C-grade, and of course, there were also those made by Zheng Siyuan where the grade could not be seen.

Qin Huai felt that Zheng Siyuan's work should be better than his own, and might have a C+ grade, so he picked a noodle that didn't show the grade, but looked good and had no flaws, and gave it to Zheng Siyuan.

Pick another C-level one for yourself.

After letting it cool for a while, they both took a bite at the same time, with different expressions.

Qin Huai knew that the taste of this noodle fruit must be delicious, and Luo Jun would have scolded it if it didn't taste good.

He just didn't expect it to be so... delicious.

This noodle fruit is delicious in a very mysterious way. You can tell that it tastes good now, but in theory it should taste better.

This filling is really great.

The fillings are obviously similar to those of sandwich buns, and it seems to be made with the same idea, but the carrot puree mixed with the meat filling, diced bamboo shoots and diced mushrooms actually has a very wonderful taste.

The combination of the sweetness of carrots and the flavor of meat, coupled with the slightly hard but chewy dough, this feeling...

Why isn't it a bun?

Luo Jun is really right. This stuffing should be used to make steamed buns.

Zheng Siyuan had a completely different reaction.

Zheng Siyuan first questioned, then was shocked, then appreciated, immediately began to reflect, then quickly became silent, then reflected, and finally reshaped his three views.

Just by looking at his expression, you can tell that he was having a fierce mental battle while eating noodles.

The name of this fight should be: Sorry, Ancestor.

I know this is outrageous, and I also know that the apple noodle fruit is supposed to be apple-flavored. I also know that the filling is obviously a bun filling, and I don’t know why it was hard-packed into the noodle fruit.

But it is delicious.

It even feels like it should taste better, but my cooking skills limit its deliciousness.

Damn it, how can a noodle fruit stuffed with meat be delicious? This is unscientific and unreasonable, and it is even more disrespectful to our ancestors!

"How is it?" Qin Huai asked.

Zheng Siyuan was silent for a long time and said:

"I'll go back tonight to study how to stir-fry stuffing."

"I'm going to make steamed buns tomorrow morning."

"I admit it's delicious."

"But I think it should be... stuffed buns."

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