Wu Die kneaded the dough, letting the mortal woman walk back and forth in front of their table, keeping her head down and not looking at her.
"Your technique is wrong. Are you standing too far away and can't see clearly? Let me demonstrate it for you again."
"Are you kneading dumpling wrappers? They'll be too hard if you do that."
She was giving serious feedback on everyone's dough, her tone calm, as if she wasn't treating them differently just because they were independent practitioners and not members of the Five Spirits Hall.
Wu Die was suspicious when she saw her come to her table and say loudly, "If you want to make cookies, you should make them like Little Fairy Doctor."
Here it comes!
She didn't mention her identity to anyone, but directly called herself the Healer. She must have wanted to humiliate her, to tell everyone she wasn't from the Beast Garden and shouldn't be here auditing classes!
Wu Die looked up and glared at her.
She was too far away to see clearly, but when she got closer, she realized that she wasn't wearing a monk's robe, but had changed into ordinary people's coarse cloth clothes, with her hair tied up behind her head, making her look neat and tidy.
Everyone's clothes were covered in flour, a mess, but she had done so much pastry work, and her clothes and hands were spotless, without a speck of flour on them.
She picked up her dough and showed it to the other cultivators, easily stretching it in half. She loudly praised her dough for being kneaded so well, saying her technique was correct and the cookies she made would definitely be crispy.
Wu Die was somewhat confused and turned to look at the scattered cultivators around her.
They each tore at the dough, but it stuck together, very elastic. Some hadn't even figured out the recipe; it was so sticky, like playing with mud, they didn't know if there was too little flour or too much water, it was a complete mess.
Zhao Xi wanted to take a piece from each of their dough balls, roll it into a large, thin sheet, and scald it with a fire talisman. The thin sheet then emitted a wheat aroma.
Zhao Xi wanted to break off two pieces and distribute them to everyone, and even handed one to Wu Die: "Try it."
Wu Die took it with some skepticism and took a bite.
So this is what biscuits are, the staple food for the little demon cultivators in the Beast Garden.
Hers was actually much crispier! The other monk's cookies were like bricks, hard as a rock, and the texture was completely different.
It turns out that flour, like medicinal herbs, can have different effects depending on the processing method!
She pursed her lips, her brows furrowed slightly, and looked at Zhao Xi with a puzzled expression.
Is she really not here to humiliate me?
If I had seen my subordinate secretly come to learn from me after being defeated, I would have ridiculed her and made her lose face.
But after the mortal zookeeper finished distributing the cookies, he saw that the monster cubs were making a ruckus again, so he went back to the front without chasing anyone away.
"As expected of Little Fairy Doctor, what she makes is different from what we make."
"Little Fairy Doctor is very skillful; she learns things very quickly."
The surrounding rogue cultivators actually started praising her.
The dancing butterfly was flattered and overwhelmed.
She just followed Zhao Xi's instructions step by step, and that's how she learned to make cookies!
Could it be that the mortal headmaster didn't hold back? If I learn all the techniques from her, can I also make dishes that are both delicious and replenish spiritual energy?
Wu Die's eyes darted around, she pinched the acupuncture bag at her waist, and looked up in the direction of Apricot Blossom Valley.
*
The chaotic yet fun pastry class was coming to an end, and it was time for everyone to bake the dough into finished products.
The headmistress taught a lot, but the kids only knew how to bake cookies and steam buns.
The steamed buns are eaten dipped in honey. The biscuit dough has a wheat flavor and tastes quite good.
To make the plain cookies and steamed buns cuter, the kids can choose different molds. There are cats and dogs, as well as flowers, birds, fish, and insects. After baking, they can even use a brush dipped in vermilion juice to draw patterns.
With a limited number of molds available, and worried that the little ones might lose them if they handled them themselves, the cooks and helpers in the Hundred Beasts Garden kitchen set up a stall, each managing a few molds and using arrays to create light and shadow patterns, allowing the little ones to line up themselves.
Yun Chang shouted, "I want the dog's head!"
The dog-headed demon cultivator shouted, "Don't eat dog heads!"
Zhao Xi tried to direct the order at the scene: "Make your decision before you line up!"
After the children finished carving and went into the baking process, it was the turn of the cultivators and rogue cultivators of the Five Spirits Hall.
"Cook, can I have a spirit butterfly?" Some powerful demon cultivators also came, and perhaps feeling embarrassed, they added, "It's for Xiao Yi."
The cook said confidently, "No problem! Such a big piece of dough can be used to cut a lot of cookies. Don't waste it, pick out a few more designs."
Being able to eat homemade steamed buns and cookies, even if they taste strange, brings immense happiness.
Those kids who played around and tossed the flour around ended up with nothing to eat and could only watch longingly as others held their biscuits and steamed buns. Some shamelessly went over to mooch some food, and even after eating one piece, they still wanted more.
The quality of the dough only determines the taste, but this flour was selected by the headmistress, so its essence and flavor are almost the same.
They'll skip one snack!
Realizing this, the children stood under the big tree, their faces stern, and after a few sobs, they burst into loud wails.
Hearing the crying, the other hungry babies ran over and huddled together, wailing loudly.
Wanwan and Meier couldn't stand it, so they asked for some flour, made some together, and then lined up to carve different shapes for them.
But the number is not large.
In the end, each baby could only have a biscuit and a steamed bun, which they ate with nectar, at least that offered some comfort.
Some of the kids started to reflect: "I'll never fight like that again!"
Some of the kids were still not satisfied: "Waaah, it's all gone just like that, not even enough to fill a tooth gap..."
As for a few mischievous kids, they licked their lips, saw that the other kids hadn't finished their cookies and steamed buns, rushed over, snatched them, and ran away.
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