About me traveling to the world of immortality but finding ways to surf the Internet

When it snowed for the first time in the summer capital, the vegetables planted by Teng Yu and the craftsmen and laborers were just about ready to be harvested. The banana fruits are slowly turning yellow, and the sugar cane is growing taller. This growth rate surprised the locals. Of course, this is most likely due to the rich aura of this place.

The current temperature in Yugui doesn't feel like winter at all. On the contrary, it's so hot these days that we need to cook some mung bean porridge to cool down the heat of the workers and prevent heatstroke. The osmanthus trees all over the mountains and plains are in full bloom, and the air is always filled with a charming sweet fragrance. You don't need to smell it deliberately, this fragrance will linger on your body. Smelling this smell, it feels like it's not so hot anymore.

"Add eggs and ghee, right?" Goodford asked while kneading the dough.

Most of the work on the construction site was temporarily suspended today to conduct a quality inspection, which will be conducted at each stage. In addition, there are various random inspections every day. Fu Zhu's dedication to his duties made Yang Yuyao very confident about the quality of the project.

When most people were able to rest, Goodford was also free. It's just that Yang Yuyao just lay down and didn't want to move when he was free. Gudefu's realm is far lower than that of Yang Yuyao, but his energy is much more than Yang Yuyao's. So he spent his free time studying Yang Yuyao and the new dishes he mentioned, and trying to make them.

"Well, I think so. But Ahfu, why don't you pat it twice?" He asked curiously when he saw Goodford kneading the dough into a smooth and round ball for the second fermentation.

"Why do you need to pat it twice? How to pat it? Like this?" Gudefu patted the dough twice gropingly. The dough, which had a certain elasticity, collided with the palm of his hand and made two crisp snapping sounds. Yang Yuyao suddenly felt comfortable.

"Although I don't understand the effect of this on making such food, it feels great!" Goodford's eyes lit up instantly. He even wanted to pat the dough a few more times, but he was worried that patting too much would cause the production to fail. . Cooking is such that no amount of more or less can make a dish perfect.

"Xiao Yao, are you working on new dishes?" He Qianqing walked into the living room and saw a table set up in the living room where there were usually only some futons. Goodford looked like he was processing some kind of pastry, and Yang Yuyao moved a chair and sat on it backwards to watch Goodford operate. Li Fengzhi seemed to be giving Goodford a hand, with some flour on his face and hands.

"Well, yes." Yang Yuyao replied.

"Are you adding nothing to it?" Goodford asked as he was about to start shaping the dough.

"You can add it or not. If you want to add it, you can add bean paste, taro paste and other fillings if it's sweet. If it's salty, you can add some ham and green onions. Oh, meat floss can also be used." Yang Yuyao thought for a moment. , added.

"Well, in that case, I might as well make a few fillings and try them." Goodford said eagerly. He Qianqing sat and stood next to Yang Yuyao, watching their discussion.

"Oh, by the way, if you don't add fillings, you need to cut a few cuts on the top before baking." Yang Yuyao reminded.

"Huh? How do you cut it?" Goodford asked, while dividing out several equal-sized pieces of dough.

"You can just cut it with a single knife, or you can cut it with a cross-cut knife. This should be done by looking at it." Yang Yuyao thought for a while and replied.

"Okay, let me try it first." Goodford took out some ingredients from his space ring, including the bean paste, taro paste, ham that Yang Yuyao mentioned, and the lotus paste that Yang Yuyao did not mention. A monk who practices imperial food will prepare a lot of semi-finished ingredients, including various fillings.

Without preparation in advance, no matter how nimble he is, the dough will be overcooked. Of course, the main reason is that stuffing is a very important part of cooking, so important that it can become a secret recipe. Make it in advance so you don't have to worry about others learning the secret recipe. Anyway, with the existence of the space ring, the monks of the Royal Food Path have no worries about the expired food put in it.

Then Goodford wrapped the processed fillings into the dough like a bun. Then try out various looks. In order to restore the appearance of the food described by Yang Yuyao, Goodford looked at Yang Yuyao and waited for Yang Yuyao to use his spiritual power to condense the pattern.

As a person who cannot cook, Yang Yuyao used his spiritual power to condense the appearance of bread he once saw in a bakery and online into a three-dimensional image. Long strips, circles, squares, circles, some shapes Yang Yuyao didn't even know how to make them, but Goodford could tell them at a glance.

"So that's it. The purpose of these cuts is to heat the dough more evenly and control the direction in which it cracks." Goodford nodded. There are many cooking techniques based on the same principle, but in this world, the two cooking methods of baking and frying are relatively rare, resulting in relatively few techniques for making pasta.

After making it, Goodford carried the large pile of dough out of the house together with the table below. Yang Yuyao's house was a wooden house and there was no oven. It was naturally safer to bake outside. When Yang Yuyao and the others passed a thatched house with mud walls, one of Mu Yuan's disciples, Li Moqin, who was much older than Yang Yuyao, greeted Yang Yuyao respectfully.

"Senior Brother Yang, this house is basically set up. You can just take the people over and live in it." Li Moqin said.

"Okay, sorry for bothering you, thank you." Yang Yuyao thanked him. In fact, he originally planned to build this thatched house by himself, but as soon as Yang Yuyao prepared the materials, these former classmates came over and asked for help. With their help, in just two days, a mud-walled thatched house with many more layers than the thatched house they lived in was built.

Although this is also a temporary residence, because the person who wants to live there is elderly, she needs to be given a slightly better place to live in before a formal house is built. After traveling thousands of miles to invite someone, you can't treat them badly.

"You're welcome, it's just a small matter." Li Moqin waved his hand and said.

"Xiao Yao, have you found the woman?" He Qianqing asked.

"Yes, I found it." Yang Yuyao replied. Now his calculation skills are very good. If he wants to find someone, as long as the other person is not deliberately hidden by other powerful people, he can basically calculate the location of the other person.

At this time, in a distant foreign country, the temperature had dropped below zero. In front of a dilapidated and shabby little house on the outskirts of Huacheng, a woman in commoner clothes and a headscarf was holding a clay pot that was not yet frozen. While fetching water from the river, she saw a stunning beauty with a figure like a pine and cypress walking towards her. Her eyes widened in surprise, then she put down the clay pot in her arms and saluted.

"Master Yang, long time no see." The fifty-year-old woman saluted.

"Long time no see, Mrs. Lu." Yang Yuyao's clone, who looked exactly like Yang Yuyao, smiled and said, "Are you going to fetch water?"

"Exactly. I wonder, Master Immortal, why did you come to this place?" Lu Cuilian asked.

"I want to invite you to the Xia Kingdom. Can you invite me into your house to have a detailed discussion?" Yang Yuyao's clone simply answered and then asked.

"As long as you don't dislike it, I would be honored to be a civilian girl." Lu Cuilian said, leading Yang Yuyao into the small, dim house.

As a rare female city lord in Yangguo, a country with a strong preference for boys over girls, Lu Cuilian has been working hard for so many years. However, because of the ghost tribe's siege a few months ago, even though she has tried her best to achieve the best, she still has no choice. He was forced to take the blame and resign, give up his position as city lord, and had his property confiscated. He could only live in a small house on the outskirts of Huacheng.