Interstellar Chef Raising a Baby - v2 Chapter 148

“Cabbage and pork dumplings, another important protagonist of the stuffing, cabbage.”

With a stroke of the knife, Liu Weiwei rolled the neatly chopped cabbage into the empty basin next to it.

Her movements were so fast that even Zhang Congzhi, who had been looking up and staring, still couldn’t see how her hands moved this time, let alone the little girl who was busy taking notes.

When they raised their heads, their faces were anxious.

They didn’t see it, they only saw the end of Liu Weiwei’s cutting of cabbage.

I didn’t even see the action, let alone learned it.

The little girl was so anxious that she almost shed tears.

Liu Weiwei turned her head and saw them waiting for a little pitiful appearance, and she couldn’t help feeling soft.

She dried her hands and touched their heads.

“It doesn’t matter, I will continue to demonstrate later.”

“You are not required to finish the vegetable cutting part. It is too dangerous to use a knife. You will learn more when you grow up.”

As soon as she said this, the two girls shyly broke into laughter.

However, Zhang Congzhi looked weird, “We don’t need to cut the meat? Then you can show it to us?”

Liu Weiwei turned around coolly, leaving him with a cool back, “You can rest if you don’t want to see it.”

Zhang Congzhi shut up in an instant, squeezing his fist without speaking.

Her knife is just as magical, the posture of cutting vegetables is too smooth and graceful, and it is extremely thunderous, and it rushes so fast that he can’t look away.

Want to learn… Zhang Congzhi gritted his teeth.

But Liu Weiwei didn’t see it, and continued to explain, “The cabbage should be chopped with salt. After ten minutes, the water in the cabbage will slowly flow out. After studying biology, you should know that the water in the cells is How it flows. The salt is added to prevent the cabbage from starting to drain when the dumplings are cooked, so that the entire dumpling skin becomes loose or even mushy.”

Liu Weiwei picked up the salt jar and heard a timid voice.

“But the cabbage is drained, and the minced meat is not added with water. Isn’t it just right?”

Liu Weiwei turned her head in amazement, looking at the girl with big eyes with pink cheeks like a dumpling behind her, she couldn’t help but move in her heart.

The major at home has the vision, the girl is really soft, cute and sensible, and she is so clever to ask questions, a good baby.

She wanted to pinch a small face and hugged it in her arms.

“Well, this is a good question.” Liu Weiwei glanced at her appreciatively.

Many chefs have little understanding of many principles.

If you really want to ask the chef why he should thicken it three times, why he should add a little oil, a little salt, etc., many chefs will say that it is experience. The best taste of this amount of dishes is this ratio. There is not so much why.

But in fact, there is a basis behind these, but they didn’t go deep into it.

“I just added water to the minced meat. It was stirred.” Liu Weiwei took the bowl of minced meat back, took out a chopstick and inserted it in, “Look, after stirring, the minced meat began to vigorously change. It has to be sticky, and the meat will become very elastic when it is cooked.”

“But if you don’t add water and wait until the water from the cabbage comes out, the cabbage filling will not be completely mixed with the meat filling when the dumplings are cooked, and the water will not melt into the meat filling, to the extent that it is vigorous and elastic, and the meat contains water.

Liu Weiwei provoked a tuft of meat, and motioned to the questioning girl to stretch out her hand, put it on the back of her hand, and winked her eyes, “You touch it, does this meat become sticky after adding water and seasoning?”

The little girl felt a little sick at first, but she picked a piece with her thumb, squeezed it in her hand, and nodded immediately.

Others can also see that her thumb and index finger were almost glued together for a moment, and it took a little effort to separate.

Liu Weiwei smiled and took out a tissue to help her wipe it off, “What’s your name?”

The little girl suddenly looked up nervously, “I, my name is Han Zizhu.”

“Reward your courage to ask questions and deep thinking, 50 points.”

The little girl opened her mouth in astonishment. She glanced at the little Douding girl who was about the height next to her, and the two of them shook their hands in surprise.

“Thank you, teacher!”

Liu Weiwei washed her hands and quickly chopped the shallots into chopped green onions, mixed with other fillings, and stirred with sesame oil.

Next, it’s dumpling noodles.

The robot directly took out the dough that had been awake, and the two mechanical arms worked together to quickly knead the dough into two even large thick strips.

Liu Weiwei quickly cut the thick noodles into fifty equal pieces of dough with a knife, sprinkled them with dry flour, and pressed them down one by one with one hand. Soon each dough was pressed into noodles.

She took the rolling pin in her right hand, and dexterously rotated the dough counterclockwise with her left hand. It didn’t take long for the dough to become a small piece of dough, and it became a smooth, evenly thick dumpling wrapper.

The three children exclaimed once again.

“I can’t even draw a round shape with a pen…”

“It’s amazing, it feels like we have to practice for a long time.”

“It turns out that dumplings are made like this. It’s so difficult.”

Xu Hui knew how powerful Liu Weiwei was for a long time, but she didn’t know that her hands were so flexible and dexterous, as if any ingredients would become exquisite and lovely in her hands.

But this is not over yet.

Liu Weiwei picked up a dumpling wrapper and scooped a spoonful of the filling that had just been made. The index finger and thumb of both hands flew up and down, and a vivid and bulging yuanbao dumpling appeared in the center of her hand.

“Wrap it and cook it, which is the minimum requirement for your task that day.”

Liu Weiwei put this sample on a clean plate.

“If you still have enough energy for these three days, you can learn how to make dumpling noodles. If it doesn’t work, I and the robot will do it.”

The three children were suddenly nervous.

Originally, they heard that without them cutting vegetables, the following procedure would be easy.

But they didn’t expect that after watching Liu Weiwei’s cool and fast action making dumplings, their remaining confidence also flew away.

Her movements were so smooth, they watched and marveled, and they all forgot to make videos for learning.

But fortunately, Liu Weiwei’s movements did not stop, she made more than 20 yuanbao dumplings, and slowed down her wrinkle movements.

But this is the case. When the children try it for themselves, they are all in a hurry.

It was just a package action, but they all had a twelve-point spirit.

Even the hostility that Zhang Congyi had had at this moment was slowly transformed into an effort not to give up.

His forehead was even sweating.

Obviously everyone has two hands, and their underage hands are smaller and more suitable for delicate work, but it turns out that the dumpling skins are in his hands and they are not obedient.

After three consecutive, the dough was torn.

He looked at the two girls around him and found that although they are usually useless and like to cry, the dumplings made today are ugly, but they are still wrapped up.

Only him, even the meat is exposed.

“You put too much stuffing, classmate Zhang Zhang.” Liu Weiwei glanced and saw the crux.

Zhang Congzhi was suddenly called by his name, and all the dumplings in his hand almost fell on the table.

Looking up again, his expression is extremely complicated, “Did my mother make you look at me?”

Liu Weiwei turned her head, as if she hadn’t heard her.

Zhang Congzhi:…

After half an hour, even Xu Hui, who was watching by the side, couldn’t help but get started.

She is quite talented, and the dumplings she made have become decent after a few failed products.

Liu Weiwei looked around and took away everyone’s finished products.

“Remember what your dumplings look like, and claim them later.”

She boiled the water in the pot and boiled, and threw the dumplings down, adding cold water twice to make them raw. When all the chubby dumplings surfaced, she picked them up with a large pot and spoon and placed them in the circle. In the plate.

The twisted dumplings are very conspicuous in comparison with Liu Weiwei’s standard ingot dumplings.

Both girls blushed, and they knew at a glance that they did it.

But soon they took a look at the broken-skin dumplings that even fell out of the meat on the plate, Qi Qi breathed a sigh of relief. They were obviously not the last.

Zhang Congzhi squeezed his fist and couldn’t lift his face anymore.

“You still have three days to practice.” Liu Weiwei’s eyes floated over, making the bear child’s ears become a little red.

“Try it.”

Every step of making dumplings is presented to them.

But only by the real entrance will you know what the dumplings are and why they are so complicated.

The little girl who just asked about adding water, bitten half of the dumplings, was blown into hot air, but her eyes were bright, her face flushed and filled with excitement.

“Good times…”

Finally, it was not so hot, and she made a voice of praise and emotion.

His eyes widened when he swallowed.

“After adding water, the dumpling meat really becomes delicious. You can feel the moisture coming out of the meat as soon as you bite it. It is soft but tight… the cabbage is also very crispy, tender and tender. of.”

Adjectives for children are very limited.

But she kept the fork in her hand, and she was about to jump up happily when she was eating. The little excited appearance fully proved the deliciousness of dumplings.

The other girl’s eyes were red, “I ate…for the first time such a delicious thing. After I learned it, I will go back and make it for my mother.”

Zhang Congzhi had a meal with the fork in his hand, and quickly turned his head away, and roughly stuffed a tuned meat into his mouth, chewing hard.

Liu Weiwei glanced at him and nodded with a smile.

“Well, good job, what’s your name?”

“Give your filial piety, add 50 points~”

The only one who hasn’t been praised, has made dumplings, and has no points rewards, Zhang Cong, die.