After rubbing it for an unknown amount of time, Fang Zheng's forehead was already slightly sweaty.
Cooking is really a technical job. Use it or lose it. I haven't done it for a long time and I am already very unfamiliar.
Before time travel, when I was a working dog, I would learn how to cook by following Douyin in a rented house.
After time travel, many dishes in the county were developed through his cooking skills.
But after getting rich, I no longer cook much, Xiao Tao basically does it.
Now I have the feeling that things are difficult only when they are urgent.
If you learn cooking skills well, you will be popular everywhere! I will have to pick up this craft again in the future.
A little time passed.
The dough has already been kneaded. If there is no yeast, I add the old dough and leave it there to wake up.
Only now can I rest for a while.
Sitting on the pony on the ground, Fang Zhengyi silently gnawed on a cucumber.
Seeing that he had no airs, the steward of the imperial kitchen came forward with a towel and said earnestly: "Master Fang, your face is stained with flour, please wipe it off."
"Oh? How much?"
"not much!"
"Is it obvious?"
"It's not obvious!"
"Then don't wipe it!"
The manager put down the towel, squatted beside Fang Zhengyi with a sneer on his face, and said cautiously: "Master Fang, can I ask what you are doing?"
"small bread."
The chief stood up hunched over and glanced at the chef in the room.
All the royal chefs shook their heads when they looked at each other.
What is a bun? No one has heard of it, and the materials used are quite particular.
It’s both milk and honey, so the taste is probably unmistakable!
Fang Zheng raised his eyes, looked at the group of people with eyes full of curiosity, and said with a smile: "Don't worry! I've made a lot this time, and when I finish baking, you all can try my craftsmanship!"
Upon hearing this, the principal's face lit up with joy.
He really has no airs at all! He is not like an ordinary high-ranking official. If he accidentally bumps into him in the palace, he would like to take a detour.
"Thank you, Master Fang! But...is this appropriate?"
"It's suitable! If I say it's suitable, it's suitable! Eat it and that's it!"
.....
The dough had woken up. Fang Zheng kneaded the dough to get some air and then divided it into thumb-sized portions.
At this time, many of the imperial chefs became more courageous, and many took the initiative to help.
When the fight started, everyone understood.
This thing is a bit like steamed buns, but it seems to be baked instead of steamed.
There is such a strange way to make steamed buns, and the chefs also find it a bit novel.
Place the small pieces of dough one by one, brush the surface with egg yolk, and finally place it in a copper basin brushed with oil, and throw it into the oven to finish the process.
Because he was too unfamiliar without cooking for a long time, Fang Zheng was afraid of making mistakes.
So I kneaded a lot more dough and made a lot more portions.
Everyone in the house was eagerly waiting for the bread to come out of the oven. When the familiar scent appeared, Fang Zhengyi breathed a sigh of relief.
It's done, it's a waste of time.
At this moment, there were still people in the imperial dining room sniffling with surprise.
The sweet smell in the air is really tempting! The best smell I've ever smelled! It was still made by a senior official of the imperial court!
"Come, take out the bread!" Fang Zhengyi shouted.
The two royal chefs quickly took out the copper basin from the oven, took out the golden bread and put it in it, slowly exuding a white air.
Perhaps due to the uneven firepower of the stove, two pots failed to bake and a lot of them were burnt.
But success is enough!
Fang Zheng stretched out his hand to greet everyone: "How about you try this little bread?"
The imperial chefs swarmed around him, hesitantly looking at the bread in the basin and not daring to start.
"Take whatever you want! Leave a good one for me!"
Since Fang Zhengyi was so generous, the royal chefs did not hesitate and each stepped forward to take a piece.
The boss was the quickest and grabbed a piece that looked good.
But the residual warmth was still there, and the bread was still very hot to the touch, so I had to keep shaking the bread with my left and right hands.
After it cools down slightly, carefully put it into your mouth.
Fang Zheng looked at him and said slightly nervously: "How is it? Does it taste good?"
The boss took two more bites and looked at Fang Zheng and nodded repeatedly.
"Sweet! So noisy!"
Fang Zheng turned around and asked the others.
"What about you! Is it delicious?"
"It's delicious!" Everyone shouted in unison, their faces beaming with joy.
"It smells like honey and eggs, much better than steamed buns!"
"It's milky and fragrant, and it can also be drawn..."
I didn’t expect that! Master Fang is really amazing!
Even if you are a high-ranking official, you can still cook well! All-rounder! All-rounder!
At this moment, Master Fang, who had been busy for two hours, finally showed a satisfied smile!
"Okay, okay! Thank you for your help. Help me find a food box to put this good-looking bread in, and get some cold dishes."
"Oh! There's also this one that's been made into paste... Help me put it on the bottom! Let's share the rest among the big ones."
The boss agreed, and quickly ordered someone to prepare the food box. Then he walked up to Fang Zhengyi and said with a bright face: "Master Fang, I have a heartfelt request... Can we make this little bread in the future? ?”
The principal actually felt a little uneasy.
In the profession of cook, everyone must have some unique skills. This is the basis of survival, even in the palace.
Usually people don’t ask, and they don’t dare to ask.
One is that I am afraid of breaking the rules, and the other is that I am too rude.
But Fang Zhengyi had a special status, and the boss guessed that a high official like him might not care about the rules of a little cook. On the other hand, he also saw his kind attitude, so he came over to ask shamelessly.
I've learned how to make bread, and my superiors are very happy. I'm sure the imperial kitchen will be rewarded in the future!
And this thing must be eaten by many people. If the princess likes it after eating it, Master Fang can't come to bake the bread himself every time!
Fang Zhengyi waved his hand casually and said, "You can do whatever you want! If you haven't learned how to do it, it's okay for me to write it down for you."
At this moment, all the imperial chefs in the imperial dining room were stunned.
Good guy! What a good man! ! !
This is... a unique skill that can make you rich! From now on, if you leave the palace and do some business, you will make a lot of money!
I didn't expect Fang Zheng to hand it over to them so easily... It's really touching.
"Thank you, Mr. Fang!" A group of people shouted in unison.
Fang Zheng was so shocked that he trembled all over and plucked his ears in disgust.
Damn, you roared so loudly! My eardrums are so tight that they haven’t been broken by me!
"Okay! You're welcome, I'm leaving!"
After that, Fangzheng picked up the food box and ran away!
It's getting really dark now. My precious little princess won't be able to sleep for a while!
Asleep? It seems to be fine after sleeping...but now that there is a confinement, I have to be careful...
Just as he was about to leave the imperial dining room, the manager hurriedly grabbed Fang Zhengyi.
With an moved expression on his face, he said: "Master Fang...whenever you come to the imperial dining room, just tell me what you want to eat!"
Fang Zheng couldn't help but pulled his hand away.
The feed made in your imperial kitchen is just like the newspaper cafeteria. You still want me to eat it? Get away from me as far as you can!
"I know! It's all gone now, don't give it away! I'm leaving!"
"Lord Fang, go slowly!" The royal chefs crowded at the door and watched the hurried figures of Fang Zheng and his entourage behind.
Fang Zhengyi quickly rushed to Mingluan Hall with his food box, his heart beating nervously.
"Jie Jie Jie...here I come, little princess!"
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