apples more than anything

Speaking of frankness, Lei Qiu dares to say that he is the first, but no one dares to say that he is the second.

There was the sound of plates breaking from the kitchen, and then Raichu's shout overwhelmed the sound of water flowing to the living room: "Little Apple! I broke one of your plates, are you not angry?"

Song Pingguo was leaning on the sofa and reading the newspaper, and answered her without raising her head: "I'm not angry, I'm going to wash."

After the filming of "The Old Man Still Sings", Lei Qiu, who rejected Gong Xiaoye's invitation, entered the state of jobless for the time being.

"It's too ugly to say that you are a vagrant. Didn't Mr. Gong and Mr. Gong's father decide to give me that role!"

Gong Xiao and her father, Gong Yasong, Lei Qiu had met before.

When I saw him last time, he looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, with a well-mannered suit and leather shoes, a little fat like most of his colleagues of the same age.Fat and a little naive.

As soon as he walked into the studio where his old friend still sang and saw Lei Qiu, he began to wipe the sweat from his forehead—and the sweat on his forehead, while Lei Qiu was still seriously warning Gong Xiaoye: "Boss Gong, if you have this If it is genetic, if you stay up late all the time, you will really go bald."

"That... hello." Lei Qiu tried his best not to look at Gong Yasong's shiny forehead.

Gong Yasong's intention for coming was very clear, he just came to make things difficult for Lei Qiu and prevent her from accepting Gong Xiaoye's help at ease.He asked his subordinates who followed him to put an oversized lunch box on the table, and pushed towards Raichu: "If you really say you can eat it, then eat this."

Song Pingguo breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the size of the lunch box. Gong Yasong obviously only saw Leiqiu's drinking capacity but not Leiqiu's appetite. Here, I can't even burp when I'm full.

But Leiqiu opened the lid of the lunch box and took a look, then raised his head and looked at Gong Yasong firmly: "I won't eat."

Gong Yasong, who was about to light a cigarette, was almost burned by the lighter. He cleared his throat and looked at Leiqiu calmly: "Why?"

"Because it smells unpalatable." Lei Qiu looked at the box lunch on the table with disgust, "If I ordered it myself, I would finish it even if it was so unpalatable that I vomited, but this is not me. ordered."

Gong Xiao also kindly smoothed things over: "Dad, forget it, you don't even know how much she can eat, she can eat more than me."

Gong Yasong just didn't believe in this evil, and insisted on watching Lei Qiu show her appetite, so after a friendly negotiation between the two parties, Song Pingguo stood in the kitchen of Gong Xiaoye's house and prepared props for Lei Qiu to show her appetite.

"Hey, Gong Xiaoye." While Gong Yasong was sitting at the table drinking tea angrily, Song Pingguo called Gong Xiao over in a low voice, "What does your father mean?"

"My dad didn't like Leiqiu and didn't want her to act, but he was too embarrassed to just say that he had to make excuses, make things difficult, make things difficult, you know." Gong Xiao also sighed long, "Forgive me for losing my life after quitting drinking." The joy of life is a middle-aged man who is depressed now, and I will ask my mother to teach him a good lesson another day."

Compared to Song Pingguo's nervousness, Lei Qiu didn't care about it at all, she only cared about what she could eat next.

This house is not where Gong Xiaoye and the others usually live, so there are no ingredients in the refrigerator, but there is a professional large oven on the wall that makes Song Pingguo's hands itchy. She turned around and asked Leiqiu: "Is baking cakes good?" ?”

Leiqiu shouted with the spirit of a kindergarten kid answering his aunt's question: "Okay!"

"What kind of cake do you want?" Song Pingguo moved the flour bag to the chopping board, "I think chiffon cake would be easier to deal with in this case, right?"

Chiffon cake, a kind of cake that is often called "prestige cake" and is very troubled by it.

The name Qifeng comes from the transliteration of "chiffon", and chiffon is used to describe the wonderful taste of chiffon - soft and smooth like chiffon.

But Raichu thought it over and said, "I want sponge cake."

Then she pulled a packet of cocoa powder from her pocket: "Add this."

Song Pingguo felt that she was almost out of breath, and she didn't know whether to dissuade her from choosing the sponge cake first, or ask her why there was cocoa powder in her pocket first.

"Why do you have cocoa powder in your pocket?"

"Don't you take tea bags with you, too?"

Song Pingguo felt that what she said was very reasonable, and she was completely speechless.She wiped the dust off the small electronic scale and began to prepare the materials.

Sponge cakes get their name the same way chiffon cakes do, because of their texture.Compared with chiffon cake, which is delicate and soft, sponge cake is very rough. The softness is not like cake but more like bread. To describe it in one sentence - this thing tastes really choking.

But besides worrying, Song Pingguo also had some vague expectations. Boiled eggs with fully cooked yolks were also choking, but Lei Qiu could swallow them in one gulp.

Compared with her expertise in Chinese cuisine, Song Pingguo is not yet a professional in making desserts. She dare not change the recipe at will, so she just weighed out the corresponding amount of flour and cocoa powder according to the data written in the recipe. And butter, in a stainless steel-what could be called a large bowl or a small basin, beaten eggs.

Because there is no powdered sugar, only ordinary white sugar, it took Song Pingguo a while to grind the white sugar.

Then there is a big difficulty in making sponge cakes, sending them away.

The so-called sending is to let the air enter the material, so that the material becomes a fluffy state.When making desserts at home, a small electric hand-held egg beater is generally used. It is very convenient to beat butter or separate egg whites and egg yolks. The butter that has been softened and cut into small pieces will become light in just a dozen seconds. It only takes one or two minutes to form a large fish-eye-shaped foam, but the whole egg is a nightmare, even with an electric egg beater.

It probably needs to hold the heavy electric egg beater with your hands all the time, while maintaining a certain slow rotation, half an hour to 45 minutes.

What's more, what Song Pingguo was holding in her hand was an ordinary organ egg beater that needed manual rotation.

"Let me help you." Leiqiu stood up from the table and picked up another small egg beater on the chopping board, "Just like this?"

"Try not to draw a circle, stir up and down to allow air to go in."

Under the miraculous cooperation of the two, the whole egg quickly changed from orange to bright yellow, and its volume also expanded a lot, almost overflowing from the bowl.

"Okay!" Finally, Song Pingguo added the sifted flour and cocoa powder into the egg mixture twice, mixed them carefully, added other ingredients, and put them in the oven. OK."

While waiting for the cake to bake, the four continued the same friendly conversation as before.

Since Gong Yasong refused to talk to Lei Qiu, it was up to Gong Xiao to explain the ins and outs of this gourmet drama.

This drama is not actually adapted from novels and comics. At the beginning, Gong Yasong wanted to make a large-scale commercial. He did not write the script based on what he wanted to eat, but based on what manufacturers, companies, restaurants, etc. paid for it. Advertising space to determine how the script is written.After Gong Xiao also heard about her father's idea, she immediately planned to get involved, listed a list of restaurants she likes to eat, and said that she would help them advertise for free.

So this drama is composed of half of the food that is paid to appear on the screen, and half of the food that Gong Xiao also recommends is guaranteed by conscience.

In contrast, the actors are very simple. They are all drawn by Gong Xiao, who has a lot of friends, to join in the fun, because this drama has no fixed supporting roles except for the male lead who eats all the way, so he simply used this feature to let Gong Xiao Also, big-name friends came to make cameo appearances to support the scene.

"That is to say, the essence of this show is all about how delicious your meal can be."

While talking, the baked sponge cake was served.

The freshly baked cake was very hot, and Lei Qiu didn't intend to eat it right away. She wanted a big plate, and began to squeeze the sponge cake into bite-sized pieces, and piled them all up on the plate. The temperature was suitable for the entrance, she moved her nose to smell the aroma of the cake, and began to eat happily.

Raichu will not put it into her mouth little by little, nor will she take a big bite at a time, she will always grasp the portion that can best enjoy the delicious food, and will not choke because she eats too much and cannot chew.

She is really appetizing when she eats.

People say that people who are hungry eat delicious food, but Raichu seems to be hungry all the time, and every mouthful of food brings human greed for delicious food, as well as excitement and satisfaction that cannot be concealed .

Of course, Raichu's appetite was the most amazing of all.

She ate a whole pan of sponge cake but didn't feel full at all. While asking Song Pingguo if she could make her a cup of tea, she looked at Gong Yasong with confident eyes.

"Dad, I suggest you think carefully. If you ask me to look for something so edible again, I really won't be able to find it." Gong Xiao quickly smoothed things over, "Let go of personal grievances, and everything is for artistic creation."

"Yeah Uncle Gong, I didn't do it on purpose last time, why don't we find another place to have a drink and get drunk... Hey uncle, uncle, don't run away, I'm just kidding—"

Song Pingguo, who was waiting for the water to boil to make tea, sighed silently in her heart: "I am really desperate for this person who can't get fat no matter how much he eats."

The more Song Pingguo thought about it, the worse her mood became, and she announced that she would refuse to cook until her mood improved. Leiqiu quickly promised to help her wash the dishes without delay after eating so that she could relax on the sofa Only after reading the newspapers did she feel that the world was still kind to her.