Amidst the terrified screams of the demons, they were dragged up the mountain at breakneck speed.
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Each demon is responsible for one step.
With nimble fingers, they wrap the steamed buns.
Those with more strength can knead the dough.
Those who can hold a knife but aren't particularly skilled can come and chop the filling.
If you don't have the strength to wrap them properly, you can use a spoon of a specific size to scoop the meat filling onto the dumpling wrappers that someone else has already shaped.
The little fairy used wooden pieces to assemble an assembly line, which was then moved along by vines during the various stages of the process.
People gradually got used to this speed, and it was very efficient.
Zhao Xi wanted to stand at the last link, examining the appearance and spirit of the steamed buns.
If the buns don't meet the standards, Feng Xiaoxian will send them back to the filling bucket, where he will disassemble them, throw the filling back into the bucket, and then recycle the bun wrappers.
The dough for these buns got oily, so it's not good to knead it back together. Otherwise, the steamed buns won't be fluffy enough and will have oil spots.
This dough can be rolled into noodles or strips, or made into other foods; Zhao Xi figured there was always a way.
The best ones are still the little cubs in her animal park.
They have short arms and small stature, but their fingers are incredibly nimble, and the buns they make are very regular, beautiful, and skillful.
I was busy until dark, and all the steamed buns were finished.
Zhao Xi thought there was still plenty of time, so she picked and chose from the plates of buns, selecting many that she felt lacked spiritual energy. She then made another batch herself to fill in the gaps.
If this deal goes through, we can expect people to come to us in the future.
The epiphyllum is about to bloom, and a fragrance wafts through the air.
"Headmistress, I've learned how to make paper cranes, and I have to leave now."
Zhao Xi wanted to look over there.
The boy in black stood in the kitchen doorway, a spatial ring on his finger, his nose red from the cold, suggesting he had been standing there for quite some time.
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