I'm not a wild eater

Compared with coarse grains such as cassava and water hyacinth, soft buns are indeed more delicious.

There is no hope for steamed buns. It would be good to steam a few crabs on top of the pottery.

Will it affect the stability of the internal temperature?

It's just two crabs, where can it affect.

"Yeah, I feel like I'm eating steamed buns when I see this."

"Fluffy and soft, white and fat big white steamed buns, I think they are better than steamed buns."

Yan Shu looked up and looked at the smoke floating from the roof of the pottery kiln, feeling a little greedy.

"Dabai Mantou, don't you have it yourself?" Mu Qing whispered.

"What did you say?"

Yan Shu didn't hear clearly, so he turned around and asked naturally.

"I mean, we can't eat steamed buns, why don't we make some pancakes while we're cooking pottery?"

"With meat, dried bamboo shoots, and mushrooms, it should be delicious."

Mu had thought about the way out early in the morning, and replied calmly.

"I won't."

Yan Shu rested his chin on his hands and looked at Mu Qing, his big bright eyes blinking.

The intent is obvious.

Chapter 211

"Understood, I'll come down later and get ready." Mu Qing agreed with a smile.

The boss of my own family, what else can I do besides holding it?

What?Pancakes?

Also add meat, mushrooms, and dried bamboo shoots.

This new recipe sounds a bit advanced, how do you bake it without oil?Won't it stick?

Not as long as the temperature is high enough.

Finally, a new recipe is about to be opened, and Muye Wilderness's reputation as the No. [-] food broadcast is almost lost.

The main thing is that Master Shu is in charge of the food recently, you know...

Can someone tell me how to do this?

"Great, so what should I do?" Yan Shu clapped his hands happily and said.

There is a posture of "I don't know how to do fine work, but just ask me for rough work".

"Hmm... first cut all the cassava we dug back into shreds, and soak the starch out."

"Cut everything? That's too wasteful, right? Forget it, forget it."

Yan Shu waved his hands again and again.

There is only a small half of water hyacinth fruit left. The cassava dug this time is not much, and it only weighs five or six catties.

In terms of staple food, there is no cost of random misfortune for the time being.

"As long as you are careful and cut them well, you don't have to worry about them being wasted."

"The shredded cassava after the starch has been drained can be dried on the dustpan, and then cooked and eaten later." Mu Qing explained with a smile.

"It makes sense to roar."

Yan Shu was happy and put down his work.

Take away the plantain leaves that the table was cushioned with.

Get cassava and a large basket from under the bed and go outside the camp.

Take them one by one, wash off the soil on them, peel off the skin with a machete, and put them into the basket again.

"Xiaoshu, use that to cut, use that."

After Mu Qing mended a piece of thatch, he looked up and saw the cassava peeled all over the ground, and his heart ached.

According to Yan Shu's drastic cutting method, it would be good to have half of it left in the end.

"Which one?" Yan Shu was confused.

"Beside the stove, that small piece of stone, I have been using this to peel cassava before." Mu Qing pointed to the stove and said.

Yan Shu went to the stove, picked up the stone and looked at it.

Take it outside and try to cut one, showing a satisfied expression.

"It's not bad, it's fast and good, and it's not easy to get."

"The loss is still small." Mu Qing answered, and continued to patch up the thatch on the other side of the roof.

The remaining thatch was put under the bed by Mu Qing, and it was reserved for repairing the bathroom door curtain later.

Yan Shu is already processing the last few pieces of cassava.

Mu Qing picked up the cold tea on the table and drank half a cup.

"Eh? What are you cooking today? This smell is so familiar."

Muqing looked at the liquid in the cup, it was a little yellowish brown, and leaned over to smell it again.

It feels like an answer is in my mouth, but I can't say it.

"Mow root water, it's boiled from the grass roots dug up in the morning."

"We eat barbecue every day, and we need a refreshing drink. Is this better than chicken feet and coptis?"

As Yan Shu said, he came back with a large basket of peeled cassava.

Every time he boiled water with chicken feet and coptis, Muqing always looked bitter and bitter.

Even with the broth cooked later, it will feel bitter.