When going upstairs, Mag heard two more rustling sounds from the eggs wrapped in blankets. He looked back and had a smile on his face. He didn't know if he was frightened by what Amy just said.
After a good night's sleep, Mag was woken up by the alarm clock tucked under the pillow at five o'clock the next morning. She turned off the alarm clock as quickly as possible, got up quietly, changed her clothes, washed up, went downstairs, and started making braised pork in the kitchen.
The braised pork takes two hours to cook, so you have to get up early. And although Mag's dough kneading skills have improved, it still takes a long time to knead two large portions of soft dough.
After practicing countless times in the God of Cooking training ground until he was able to make a steamed bun with cured meat sauce that satisfied even the pickiest person in his previous life, Mag was very serious.
The pork belly that had been marinated all night was actually still a little short of time, but apart from him and Amy eating it themselves this morning, he was only going to make a few for Mo Bai and the others to try.
To actually put it on the menu and start selling it, of course, all conditions must be perfect.
Maintaining the stability of the taste of dishes is one of the basic requirements of Michelin restaurants, and now it is also Mag's requirement for his own restaurants.
Of course, money still has to be collected, and letting them taste new products in advance was one of the conditions for previous crowdfunding.
Mag, who was wearing an apron, had a serious expression on his face. He quickly picked up the large pieces of marinated pork belly in the pot and strictly followed the best steps and time he had summarized yesterday, as well as the amount of various seasonings and spices. After that, turn off the heat and simmer, then start kneading the dough to make the dough.
Kneading dough is indeed a strenuous task. Fortunately, in the trial field, Mag slowly figured out a method that saves a little effort and can knead the dough well. However, he kneaded the two balls of dough for an hour after taking two breaks in between.
After making the dough and setting it aside, Mag didn't rush to bake it. He looked at the watch and saw that it was already 7:50.
The braised pork would probably take another fifteen minutes to cook, and Amy, who usually got up by this time, hadn't gotten up yet, so he had to wash his hands, take off his apron and go upstairs.
Mag entered the room, and Amy had her eyes closed, as if she was still asleep.
However, her long eyelashes that were trembling slightly and her mouth that could barely hold back her smile showed that things were not that simple.
"Huh? It seems that there is a fairy who hasn't woken up yet. How can I wake her up?" Mag stood by the bed and held back laughter, looking a little distressed.
Amy secretly opened her eyes a slit to glance at Mag, then immediately closed them again, turning her face slightly and saying, "Fairy, you won't wake up until your father kisses you."
"Oh, that's it. Then our fairy, please wake up." Mag had the same expression on her face as she walked over and leaned down to kiss Amy's cheek gently.
"The fairy is awake!" Amy opened her eyes all of a sudden, opened her arms and put her arms around Mag's neck, and stood up with a giggle while hanging around his neck. After standing up straight, she was full of happiness and expectation. He looked at him and asked: "Father, have you prepared the cake that is a hundred times more delicious than the shortbread?"
"It's almost done, but it tastes best when it's freshly baked. I changed my clothes, washed myself and went downstairs. It's almost ready." Mag smiled and nodded, feeling full of happiness all morning, and took a look The black skirt on the side said in her heart: "System, I want to buy a purple skirt, a cute one, and pay in cash."
This time the system didn't even say anything, and a whole page of hundreds of dresses appeared in Mag's mind. From top to bottom, the prices ranged from 1 to 500 gold coins.
"Just the one with ten gold coins." Mag glanced at the dress that was studded with amethysts and priced at five hundred gold coins. He really couldn't appreciate this style, so he ordered one with a dress on the chest. A purple skirt embroidered with gold and red redbud flowers, with a layer of tulle on the outside.
"Okay, Mi will change clothes now." Amy's eyes lit up and she nodded repeatedly.
"I've prepared new clothes for Mi, let's see if you like it." After listening to the system confirming that the clothes were in place, Mag walked to the closet with a smile and looked back at Amy.
"Really?" Amy's face was full of expectation.
Mag opened the closet, took out the skirt hanging inside, walked to the bed, held it in front of her and said with a smile, "Do you like it?"
"It's so beautiful, and it's purple. Mi likes it very much." Amy looked at the dress, her eyes full of surprise. She happily jumped on the bed a few times, stood on tiptoes and kissed Mag's face, nodded and said: "Father, I love you."
"I love Amy too, come on, let's put on new clothes and try them out." Mag was also very happy and helped Amy put on new clothes.
There are some beautiful lines on the upper body. The golden red bauhinia flower on the chest makes people feel bright. There is a layer of purple gauze outside the hem of the pleated skirt.
Amy turned around on the bed, looking down at the purple tulle floating up, with an expression full of surprise. She played for a while before stopping.
Mag looked at Amy who had put on her skirt and looked as cute as a messenger. She smiled and reached out to touch Amy's head, "Let's go, put on your shoes, and then go wash up. Father will go downstairs to make cakes for you."
"Okay." Amy nodded obediently, walked down the stairs, put on her white shoes and went to wash up.
Mag secretly glanced at Amy who was squeezing out toothpaste. It seemed that she didn't have to worry about daily washing in the future, so she went downstairs.
After turning off the fire of the braised pork that had been cooked for just the right time, Mag placed the prepared dough balls on the preheated oven. After thinking about it for a moment, Mag placed 16 dough balls at intervals, just enough to fill the entire oven.
After a while, Amy came down from upstairs after washing herself. She stood at the door of the kitchen and looked inside. She could smell the rich and attractive aroma of braised pork. She sniffed hard and said curiously: "It smells so good, Father." , what is this? It tastes completely different from rainbow fried rice.”
"Mi, sit down first. You'll know after a while." Mag turned around and said with a smile, pretending to be a lie.
"Okay, let me go see the Ugly Duck first." Amy nodded, turned around and squatted down behind the counter, listened for a while, then patted the blanket gently: "Ugly Duck, get up quickly. , come out now, or I will roast you and eat you right now."
"Shasha... Shasha..." A voice suddenly came from inside the originally quiet big egg, sounding a little anxious.
"Well, that's right, keep working hard." Amy nodded and encouraged.
The rustling became more rapid, as if he was afraid that if he didn't act more positive, he would be roasted and eaten.
In the kitchen, Mag smiled and shook his head. Although he thought his girl was cute, the guy in the big egg was also a bit pitiful.
The thin knife in his hand slid over the edge of the baked Bai Ji Mo, and he took out a piece of braised pork from the pot and chopped it on the cutting board. He stuffed it all into the open meat bun and scooped out a spoonful of cured sauce. Pour it on the meat, and an authentic pork steamed bun with cured sauce is completed.
"Mi, the roujiamo with cured sauce that is a hundred times more delicious than sweet biscuits is ready. Come and try it." Mag walked out of the kitchen with the roujiamo in one hand and a plate in the other.
