Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

Eric's head was wearing a dark gray turban, with two leopard ears protruding from the slits, embedded in the top of his head, and the thin fluff was blowing backwards in the wind.

Suddenly, the tips of his ears twitched, slowing down the pace of the crowd.

There were crowds of people ahead, and at the corner of the street, a woman in a coarse cotton skirt was walking quickly, holding something wrapped in cloth in her hands.

Isn't that Mrs. Beth?Today is her rest day, so it's rare to see her here.

It was not on the way, but it seemed that the other party was also in a hurry.Eric withdrew his gaze, carried a few wooden boxes, and continued to deliver food to the nobles in the city.

Passing that noisy place, he vaguely heard someone talking.

"What's the name of this thing you're drinking? It feels pretty good."

"Milk tea can be bought for 3 copper coins, which is much cheaper than his white beer."

Frowning slightly, Eric hurriedly swept across the storefront where the crowd gathered - Grote's Tavern.

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"You all know how to make the stuffing." Holly poured the viscous stuffing into the bowl and put it next to the dough that had been waking up for a quarter of an hour.

After a few more falls, it became smooth and round like a mountain bag.The demonstration was almost done, he carried the bowl in one hand, walked to the side of several cooks, asked them to poke hard and soft, and compared the results one by one, and mentioned a few words from time to time.

When I came to Beth's position, I watched her knead the fist-sized dough repeatedly. Under the rough fingers, there was a smooth surface not far from Holly.

Nodding his head in satisfaction, Holly praised: "That's right, Ms. Beth, you will still need to carry the banner of Nianhua's desserts in the future."

There were low chuckles all around, the little boss has always been kind, with a lot of wisecracks, always making them happy.

The standard for teaching cooking is a bit stricter, but the cooks know that it is for the sake of the tavern and them.Regardless of the young age of the boss, his cooking skills are much better than theirs.It takes them many years to comprehend some small tricks of pastry making.

Beth was the better student of them all when it came to desserts.She is a quick learner and quick-witted, and she is always praised by Boss Hawley, which is the envy of many cooks.

The pupils are curved, and the gray pupils are penetrating.Beth's lashes were long, especially the lower lashes, thick and curled, and framed deer-like almond eyes.

Years can't get rid of her innocence and gentleness, and the agility that belongs to a girl has melted into the fine lines around her eyes.Judging from the facial features alone, Beth must have been a beauty when she was young, and she still has her charm now.

With her eyes rolling, she gently moved her waist and brought her shoulders towards Holly.Just as he was about to speak, the other party turned to another cook behind him.Words slipped from his mouth and rolled down his throat.

Wilmer stared at the scene silently.

His eyes touched Beth, who looked at him as if nothing had happened, returning to her usual softness, pursing her lips and smiling.

However, Wilmer didn't give any response. He closed his eyes and kneaded the dough clumsily with his hands, leaving Beth with the indifference like the evening wind in late autumn.

The fleeting stiffness flashed across her face, and she also withdrew her smile, becoming more calm, staring at a place in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

Put the water oil skin aside first, face the wall and think about it for a while.Holly instructed them to knead butter and flour until the pastry gradually turned light yellow.

Knead into long strips as thick as two fingers, and cut into several equal parts.Such small doses are relatively simple for beginners: they are equally divided, easy to control when wrapping, and suitable for them to practice more.

The real test of the skill of the chef is the big bun.

The difference between the two is that the big pastry is not cut into small doses, but the pastry is directly wrapped in water and oil skin, rolled out, spread as wide as a chopping board, rolled up, and then divided into small doses.

If the blending is uneven, if the scale is not well controlled, the final meringue effect will not be satisfactory.

Hawley gave a demonstration at the head of the large long table, and the cooks were studying below.The cooks are a bit basic and understand quickly, while Wilmer struggles to follow. Often when he lowers his head and raises his eyes, he doesn't know which step they are going.

… Anyway, Hawley would teach him privately.Wilmer was unaware of the fearlessness contained in his thoughts, but the ingredients in front of him could not be wasted, and he still worked hard to roll the skin.

Stuffing, pinching the balls, the small dumplings are twirling in the palm of Holly, and the flowers are dancing.A few seconds passed, and he tore off the remaining oily skin from the top of Yuantuan's head, separating the rose-like pleats from Yuantuan.

The cooks were amazed, and they followed closely behind to make dumplings, but they squeezed out the stuffing together, and there were exclamations from the kitchen.

This is completely different from the pies they used to make. The buns they learned a few days ago seem to be made in this way.The pleats of the steamed stuffed bun can barely be learned, but now it is difficult to pinch it into a completely closed one.

"I just wanted to get a finished product quickly, everyone, don't worry." Holly couldn't laugh or cry, and slowed down to demonstrate again.

Some people make do with one, but Holly can tell at a glance that it is too thick or too thin.Fortunately, he found the trick, so he raised a little bit and let those who got started practice first.

There were some cooks left, he went out himself, called them together, gathered around the table and slowly guided them.

In fact, Beth had roughly learned it, and she decided to squeeze into the center of the crowd.A companion looked at her with surprised eyes, and just about to speak, she said first: "I feel that I still don't understand something."

Her gray eyes seem to be focused on the dough and stuffing, but in fact they are always lingering in the hands of the little boss.

With well-defined joints and wide palms, he will definitely grow taller in the future.The ten fingers are not as slender and delicate as a magician's, but they are full of dormant strength.

She stared intently, not realizing that the crowd started to disperse for a moment.

A cook patted her on the shoulder and whispered to her, "Isn't the little boss pretty?"

"It looks good." She blurted out her response, and just as she finished speaking, she quickly realized that she was wrong, but it was too late to regret it.

"Right." The cook's exclamation made her feel relieved, and immediately, she heard the other party continue without any precautions, "I remember that we are about the same age. Alas, my son is obviously the same age as the little boss, why is he so young?" The little boss is good-looking, and he is not as motivated as others."

Beth instantly felt an invisible hand pinch her throat tightly, the tip of her nose couldn't get enough air, and blood rushed from her neck to her cheeks.

The companions in the house laughed constantly because of this outspoken cook, but Beth felt her eardrums hurt.

Holly didn't say a word, and slightly raised the corners of his lips in a direction that Beth couldn't see.

After spending the whole morning, everyone basically finished learning a new type of pastry.The oven was baking the fruits of labor, and after a while, the sweet aroma of pastries filled the room and spread to the entire first floor.

Eric and his sister Heidi are the first to arrive at Nianhua Tavern every day, and there is still a while before opening.The two brothers and sisters held a broom and a rag, and consciously cleaned up and checked some places that were missed by cleaning.

"It's delicious! Brother, is Mr. Hawley making a new dessert?"

The warm dessert scent, mixed with butter and a nutty aroma that Heidi doesn't know, the taste of emptying the stomach over and over again, as if everyone is soaked in sweetness.

"Yes, this is called wife cake."

With arms wide open, Hawley carried the baking tray out of the room and placed it on a table for four.

The siblings looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing where to start asking.

Why is it called wife cake?Will there be a wife after eating?Or, the cake is actually...

The tails of the hairball exploded into fireworks one after another, and Holly immediately understood, after all, he also thought so when he was a child.

"Don't think too much, I don't eat human flesh." Holly laughed dumbfounded, and said, "But,? The name of this little pie does have a history.?"

"Ah, there is a legend that there was a dim sum chef who went to a place to learn how to make dim sum. When he returned home, he specially made it for his wife to taste what he had learned."

"My wife tasted it, but said, 'It's not as good as mine'." He squeezed his voice and said in a dignified manner, which made the two children laugh.

"The pastry chef asked his wife to do it, and the result was unexpected—the pancakes made of wax gourd corners were really crispy and delicious. This dessert was very popular in their restaurant. As for the name, the pastry chef named it' Sweetheart cake'."

No wax gourd has been found on Lost Island, so Holly chooses glutinous rice filling this time.

Hawley said, handing them pancakes.The small pie is spread out in the palm of the hand, decorated with black sesame seeds, exquisite and cute.Before baking, the egg wash on the body of the pie makes the patties golden and attractive.

Bite the front teeth, and the meringue fell like autumn leaves. Eric hurriedly caught it with the other hand, so that it would be broken when touched, and the smell of flour accompanied by the feeling of saliva melting in the mouth was as strange as the name of the dessert. .

In the usual pies, the meringue is as hard as black bread.They only eat the stuffing, and the pie crust is generally discarded, or added to stews, and they must be boiled as much as possible before they can be eaten.

Every wag of the tail signifies pleasure.Eric was deeply attracted by the dough, and Heidi was intoxicated by the soft and sweet filling.They exchanged the food in each other's hands. The elder brother ate the pie crust, and the younger sister ate the filling.

Just as he was enjoying himself, a soft voice came from above Heidi: "Heidi, try mine."

It's Ms Beth!

Heidi opened her eyes wide with joy, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

The atmosphere in Nianhua Tavern is very good. Excluding her brother, Heidi's first favorite is Grandpa Ted who is with her at the cash register, and the second is Ms. Beth.

As for Boss Hawley, it is more about admiration and respect.

Whatever the species, there seems to be a natural tendency to be attracted to things that are beautiful and gentle.Heidi really wanted to get close to this human lady—when Boss Holly researched a new food, the other party would always take the initiative to share it with her, even if they didn't communicate every day.

Even so, Heidi still glanced at her brother first, and after obtaining approval, happily picked up the pastry made by Ms. Beth.

There was a new breath in the air, and the experienced diners quickly realized that Nianhua Tavern was about to introduce new food!

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Three days later, the autumn air is crisp.

According to Boss Hawley: The number of customers ordering takeaway is gradually increasing.

Can share things, Eric is more than willing.The boss takes care of them a lot, and it's just running errands.

The first order came early, and the delivery service was pre-booked last night.The tavern was about to open, and the owner of Hawley sent him to the guests first.

It was still the street a few days ago, Eric looked at the cracks and tried to avoid bumping into others.But still at a corner, he collided with someone.

"Sorry!" He said immediately, although he controlled his speed very slowly.

"It's okay." The lady's voice sounded very familiar.

He hesitated to speak: "Ms. Beth?"

Beth raised her head suddenly, the panic in her eyes couldn't be concealed in time, and fell into Eric's animal pupils.

She retracted her hands behind her back, dodged her eyes, turned her head, bit her lips, and tried to smile: "Am I late? See you later, Eric, I'm going to the pub now."

After speaking, Beth left in a hurry without leaving Eric any chance to reply.

... He wanted to believe the other party's words, but doubts rose like fog in his heart.

The direction Ms. Beth came from was Grote's Tavern.And he remembered that Beth had probably mentioned the location of his home before, which was exactly the opposite of Grote's Tavern.

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