I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

Yin Xuan's face was not good-looking.

His intuition told him that the first batch of bread might have failed.

The freshly baked bread should be plump and plump, revealing a round and mature taste from the inside to the outside, but these breads, as soon as they fall on the table, can't wait to collapse, and the four words "I am a salted fish" are almost gone. The word buckled on his forehead.

Why did it collapse?

It may be that I have a problem with the way I make noodles—but although I haven't practiced pastry in the cooking space, the advanced cooking skills in the system novice gift package have advanced pastry skills.

It is not possible to make a single bread, and there will be such a big mistake.

most likely
It's not cooked yet.

Yin Xuan stretched out his ruthless iron hand, picked up a piece of bread, and broke it open.Sure enough, as he expected, the center of the bread was still batter, not steamed.

It sounds weird, but it's normal.

The temperature in the earthen kiln was too high, resulting in the outer layer having reached the level Yin Xuan wanted, but the temperature had not been well transmitted to the inner layer.

"Brother Zhengyang, that, me, can I have a taste?" Li Lizhi looked at the bread in Yin Xuan's hand anxiously, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Yin Xuan shook his head: "It failed."

"This can't be eaten, wait for the people from Cheng Canjun's house to come over."

The eyes of the little girls suddenly became strange. The eldest grandson did not know who Cheng Canjun was referring to, and his eyes were at a loss, but the other little girls, including Fang Yiyu, knew that Cheng Canjun was Cheng Yao. Golden.

What does brother Zhengyang mean?
Will Cheng Yaojin's people come to collect these failed products and take them back to eat?

I didn't expect that such a high-ranking person as Cheng Yaojin would be so picky, these failures. Thinking of this, the girls swallowed again.

It seems that these failures are not unacceptable.

After all, the failed products of Tongfu Restaurant look much better than those made by the Shang Food Bureau.

"Don't eat it." Yin Xuan shook his head: "Uncooked food is harmful to the stomach."

Saying that, he paused.

"Cheng Canjun took these things back, he didn't eat them himself, um. He probably couldn't do such a thing."

"It's all going to be fed to the pigs."

Li Lizhi's eyes were a little straight: "Will someone come to pick it up every day?"

Yin Xuan nodded: "Well, every day the swill is finished and cleaned by Cheng Canjun."

The little girls were in a complicated mood, why did this sentence sound so strange.

The eldest grandson smacked his lips, a little lost in thought: "The pigs in Cheng Canjun's house are really good, and they can eat meals from Tongfu Restaurant every day."

Yin Xuan was taken aback.

The little girls were also taken aback.

Then a group of people looked at the eldest grandson quietly.

What do you mean by that? They all eat the food from Tongfu Restaurant every day. Are they all pigs from Cheng Canjun's family?

Looking at the faces of several people, the eldest grandson immediately knew that he had said something wrong, blushed, lowered his head, and buried his face in his chest like an ostrich.

Well. Physically, not an exaggeration, or a metaphor.

Yin Xuan silently began to process the second oven of bread. This time, he asked the high-speed rail to make the fire a little smaller. Before putting it in the oven, he even dusted some water into it.

The second oven of bread expanded much slower, but this made Yin Xuan feel much more at ease.

After the surface was baked golden and crispy, Yin Xuan took out the bread.

There is still a strong smell of wheat, and the whole yard is filled with a sense of happiness like a harvest in late autumn.

The temperature seems to be over.

Yin Xuan picked up a piece of bread, gently broke it, and with a click, the bread broke into two halves. Although the outer layer was not burnt, it was already brittle, and the deepest part was soft and fluffy, at least cooked.

I took a sip first.

Compared with the delicious bread I ate in my memory, there is still a gap, but the taste is much better than the bread processed in the deli area of ​​the supermarket and the factory.

Not much baked.

Excluding the one I broke open, the rest are just one for each little girl.

The little girls happily took it, and crunched it down. After all, it was a dough that had risen, and it was hollow. Although it was already crisp, it was not stuffy.

The smell of wheat lingered in their mouths, and then penetrated into their nostrils.

It's just like.
From high in the sky and from the clouds, they leaped down with their wings and plunged headlong into the sea of ​​wheat waves. With a plop, the golden yellow wheat waves were in their minds, one step after another, surging.

And
For some reason, they still felt a hint of alcohol in the layers of wheat waves, and this little bit of alcohol made them immerse themselves in the illusory wheat waves.

Li Shu was the first to wake up, looked at her fingers, and licked them indistinctly.

She turned her head, looked at her sister, and said with some hesitation: "I seem to have tasted the taste of wine."

Li Lizhi was taken aback, and looked at Li Shu: "Me too, I thought it was my illusion."

Changsun Yu and Fang Yiyu said that they also felt the same way.

Yin Xuan explained to them while kneading the dough: "The most important step in pasta is fermentation, and the process of fermentation is actually the key to wine making."

"Although the fermentation time is not long, after all there is such a process, it is normal for you to taste the wine."

Saying that, he paused.

"However, although it has this taste, the alcohol contained in the bread is very small. It just has this taste, and it will not even enter your stomach and will be volatilized."

"It will stay in your mouth for less than half an hour, and it will dissipate naturally."

Yin Xuan doesn't like drinking very much.

But I really like the alcohol taste in food like bread. The mellow aroma is almost incomparable to any kind of food.

Perhaps this is why some people are greedy for alcohol.

The little girls nodded ignorantly.

The only ones who understood were Li Lizhi and Li Shu. They had studied biology with Yin Xuan. The other two girls, even though they were as smart as Fang Yiyu, were a little at a loss.

What is this all about?
Even though they are Guanzhong dialect, why can’t they understand a single word when they are put together?

Li Lizhi dragged her elder grandson, Fang Yiyu, to the side, explained in a low voice, and waited for the third bake of bread by the way.

Third furnace.

Yin Xuan asked Gao Tie to light up the fire again, then put in the dough, and when the bread began to expand, he pulled it out and put it on the table.

It is full and round, with only a little burnt yellow on the surface. When you poke it lightly, the whole thing is sunken, but after a while, it bounces back again.

Yin Xuan nodded in satisfaction.

It was not easy, but finally succeeded.