Life is a Game

Zheng Da didn't expect that he hadn't meddled in these years, and it was rare that he wanted to meddle in his own family once.

Seeing Jiang Feng looking at him suspiciously, Zheng Da smiled at him and said that there was nothing wrong here, until he saw Jiang Feng lowered his head and continued the work at hand, Zheng Da turned his head to look at Ji Xia.

Ji Xia was looking at Zheng Da with a displeased face, his eyes and facial expressions fully showed that he was very dissatisfied with Zheng Da at the moment.

Ji Xia thought about it carefully, just now she was kneading the dough well, Zheng Da suddenly jumped out to criticize, not only saying that she can't do it subtext, but also that her master can't do it, which made Ji Xia happy.

Jiang Feng also bought her Crispy Salt Chicken yesterday. Although she only ate half of the bag and the other half was eaten by Jiang Feng himself, she also ate half a bag of Crispy Salt Chicken.

Since Ji Xia had no money in his pocket, let alone crispy salted chicken, he couldn't even afford the roasted sweet potatoes at the gate of the community.

Ji Xia stared at Zheng Da covetously, she felt that the person in front of her was the Keyboard Man that Ji Yue was talking about, although Ji Xia had never met a Keyboard Man before and didn't know what a Keyboard Man was like, but she thought it was likely to be the case.

Currently, Ji Xia is still at the initial stage of playing stand-alone matching games and watching TV with video software when playing mobile phones. Not only can't play online games, but he doesn't even know how to use the cloud disk correctly. There is still a long way to go before she learns to play online games, such as Glory, and interacts passionately with netizens online.

Zheng Da was also a little embarrassed.

He can see that Ji Xia is very dissatisfied with him now and he can understand, but he just wants to say it, but it's not easy to say it.

As a former white case master who has been in business for many years but still maintains a good level of white case, Zheng Daneng can see that Ji Xia is a wild way when it comes to white cases, and no one teaches him to think blindly.

But Ye Luzi's skills and level are rare and valuable. Logically speaking, Jiang Feng is Ji Xia's master. As Jiang Feng's uncle, he shouldn't force him casually, but he just wants to force him now.

The kind that makes me feel uncomfortable if I don't force the words out of my mouth.

"Little girl, what's your name?" Zheng Da showed a trafficker's smile.

Ji Xia:?

"Don't be nervous. I'm your master's senior uncle. You should call me senior uncle. If you don't believe me, you can ask your master now. I didn't mean anything just now. Even your senior uncle, I am also a white chef. Make dim sum, I saw that you had a little flaw when you made the water oil skin just now, so I couldn't help but say it." Zheng Da said with a smile.

Hearing Zheng Da say that he is his elder or grandmaster, Ji Xia's expression eased a little and put away the hostility on his body.

"My name is Ji Xia, Xia of Xia Tian. Then...then what do you think is wrong with my doing?" Ji Xia was still a little unconvinced. She felt that she did a good job, at least better than what Jiang Feng demonstrated to her that day.

"This question is a bit much." Zheng Da said.

Ji Xia:?

"Ji Xia, Master Uncle Zu came to test you, do you know what the water oil skin is for?"

Ji Xia was asked this question on the spot, which involved her blind spot in knowledge.

"Cook and eat?" Ji Xia's watery skin at this stage has all entered Dahua's stomach.

Zheng Da:? ? ?

What's going on with Jiang Feng? It's fine for a chef with a red case to teach his apprentice a white case. Why is he still teaching like this?

It's too much!

Zheng Da condemned Jiang Feng severely in his heart, and explained to Ji Xia with a smile: "Most crisps are made with water and oil skin, such as lotus root crisps, apple crisps, egg yolk cakes, and peach cakes. Water oil skin It can be baked and fried, and is perfect for thin-crust, filling pastries."

"But this doesn't mean that all the water-oil skins are made in the same way. Depending on the pastries we make, the ratio of ingredients in the water-oil skins they require is also different. You just said that you want to make fresh meat Moon cakes, but you obviously added less water when you were making them just now." Zheng Da said.

Ji Xia nodded half understanding.

Although Zheng Da didn't teach his apprentices, and he didn't like to teach his apprentices, he didn't make money from teaching his apprentices, but he taught his son. Looking at Ji Xia's appearance, he knew that she didn't listen to it at all, and Zheng Da was not angry, because he knew that it was useless for a chef to teach his apprentices just by talking, and if he didn't do it himself, he would show his apprentices what the master said. .

"Want to eat fresh meat mooncakes?" Zheng Da asked.

Ji Xia shook her head, she didn't want to eat fresh meat mooncakes, she wanted to eat fried chicken cutlets.

Zheng Da: ...

This uncooperative behavior of yours makes it difficult for me, your uncle, to continue the next plot.

"Then what do you want to eat?" Zheng Da asked.

Ji Xia thought for a while: "I want something sweet."

"How about the peach cake?"

"What is Peach Cake?" Ji Xia looked bewildered.

"Have you never eaten peach cake?" Zheng Da was taken aback. In his impression, peach cake was a very common dessert. Since Ji Xia was studying Baian, how could he never have eaten this common Chinese dessert.

"My master doesn't let me eat snacks." Ji Xia said, she thought peach crisps were some kind of puffed food like potato chips, but she didn't notice it in the convenience store, "My sister doesn't let me eat snacks either."

Zheng Da could only look at Jiang Feng with an even more condemning look, asking his apprentice to learn the white case and not even allow traditional Chinese cakes to be eaten. Is this something the master can do? There are few chefs in Baian these days, and there are even fewer people who are willing to learn Baian. After all, there is a good seed who teaches like this, Zheng Da is heartbroken.

If his son teaches his disciples like this, he must beat him to death!

Of course, he also wants to beat his son to death now, if his son never finds a girlfriend like this.

"Then, how about Master Uncle making peach cakes for you? Master Master will teach you how to make the watery oil skin of peach cakes." Zheng Da suggested.

Ji Xia naturally agreed, since she had something to eat and didn't have to work, the place where she kneaded the dough was occupied by Zheng Da, and she couldn't practice even if she wanted to.

Ji Xia obediently stood by and watched Zheng Da knead the dough.

As the number one role in Su's pastry, peach cake has been famous all over the country for its dry, crisp, crisp and sweet characteristics for many years. Since it is a sweet food, a lot of sugar is naturally needed when kneading the dough.

Since Zheng Da was going to make peach cakes, he had to make one batch. Flour, ghee and sugar were poured onto the kitchen counter as if they were free of money.

"Ji Xia saw it clearly. When adding the ghee, you have to stir it while adding it. Only when it is evenly mixed can you start kneading." Zheng Da explained while doing it, and Ji Xia stared at it without blinking.

Although she really didn't want to admit it, the level of this uncle who appeared out of nowhere seemed to be a little bit better than the master, and even a little bit better than the great uncle.

The difficulty of making peach cakes is less than that of Su's moon cakes, and the steps are much simpler. No filling is needed, just divide the kneaded dough into small pieces, press into the shape of a cake, brush with egg wash, sprinkle some sesame seeds, and finally put it in a baking tray and bake it.

Simple, cheap and delicious, the most important thing is that you don’t need to eat it while it’s hot and it’s easy to carry. When Zheng Siyuan opened a pastry shop in Gusu, the best-selling peach cake was Peach Cake.

Because the steps are simple, Zheng Da makes it very quickly, and soon came the step of brushing with egg wash. While brushing the egg liquid, Zheng Da showed Ji Xia how to apply the egg liquid correctly and evenly, so that the baked peach cakes would look good and smell good when they came out of the oven.

"Actually, the black sesame is the same whether it is sprinkled or not, and it doesn't change the final taste. It just tastes better after being sprinkled, and it looks better without being so monotonous. It's mainly for decoration." Zheng Da said.

"Master Uncle, I like to eat black sesame, can you sprinkle more?" Ji Xia said expectantly.

In just a few tens of minutes, her attitude towards Zheng Da has changed from alienation and vigilance to acceptance and kindness, and she feels that he is an elder worthy of admiration. Because even though the peach cakes he made have not been baked in the oven, just by looking at them now, you can tell that they must be delicious.

"Okay, Grand Master will sprinkle a little more for you, is that enough?" Zheng Da said with a smile.

"That's enough, thank you Uncle Master!"

After dealing with the matter at hand, Jiang Feng, who was about to check how Ji Xia's watery skin was doing: ...

What did he just hear?

Why is it that Zheng Da is working now, while Ji Xia is lazily blowing rainbow farts.