After rubbing for an unknown amount of time, Fang Zheng's forehead was already slightly sweaty.
Cooking is really a technical job. It becomes useless if you don't use it. I haven't cooked for a long time and I am already very rusty at it.
When I was a part-time worker before I traveled through time, I would learn how to cook by watching Douyin when I had nothing to do in my rental house.
After traveling through time, many of the county's dishes were developed based on his cooking skills.
But after I became rich, I rarely cooked anymore. It was usually Xiaotao who did it.
Now I have a feeling that I only realize the difficulty of things when I am in an emergency.
Learning cooking skills will make you popular wherever you go! I have to pick up this skill again in the future.
A little more time passed.
The dough has been kneaded, and since there is no yeast, I added some old dough and left it there to rise.
Now I can finally take a break.
Sitting on a small stool on the ground, Fang Zhengyi ate a cucumber silently.
Seeing that he had lost all his airs, the head of the imperial kitchen came forward with a towel and said earnestly, "Master Fang, there is flour on your face. Please wipe it off."
"Oh? How much?"
"not much!"
"Is it obvious?"
“Not so obvious!”
"Then don't wipe it!"
The chief put down the towel, squatted beside Fang Zhengyi with a wry smile on his face, and asked cautiously: "Master Fang, can I ask what this you made?"
"Small loaf of bread."
The chief stood up with his body hunched, and glanced at the imperial kitchen in the room.
All the imperial chefs shook their heads as their eyes met.
What is a bun? No one has ever heard of it, and the ingredients are quite particular.
It’s made with both milk and honey, so I guess the taste is right!
Fang Zheng raised his eyes, looking at the curious people in their eyes, and said with a smile: "Don't worry! I made a lot this time, and when I'm done, you can all taste my cooking skills!"
Upon hearing this, the boss's face lit up with joy.
He really is humble! Unlike ordinary high-ranking officials, who would rather take a detour if you meet them in the palace by chance.
"Thank you, Master Fang! But...is this appropriate?"
"It's suitable! If I say it's suitable, then it's suitable! Just eat it!"
.....
The dough has been proofed. Fang Zheng kneads it to remove the air and then divides it into small portions the size of a thumb.
At this time, many of the imperial chefs became bolder and many of them took the initiative to offer help.
As they helped, everyone understood what was going on.
This thing is a bit like steamed buns, but it seems to be baked instead of steamed.
The imperial chefs found it quite novel that steamed buns could be prepared in such a strange way.
After the small doughs are arranged one by one, brush the surface with egg yolk liquid, and finally put them in an oiled copper basin and throw them into the oven. The process is completed.
Because he hadn't cooked for a long time and was not used to it, Fang Zheng was afraid of making mistakes all his life.
So I kneaded a lot more dough and made a lot more servings.
Everyone in the room was eagerly waiting for the bread to come out of the oven. Only when the familiar fragrance appeared did Fang Zhengyi breathe a sigh of relief.
Finally it's done, what a waste of time.
At this moment, there was someone in the imperial kitchen who was sniffing in surprise.
The sweet smell in the air is really tempting! It smells so good that I have never smelled it before! And it comes from the hands of a high-ranking official in the court!
"Come on, take out the bread!" Fang Zheng shouted.
The two imperial chefs quickly took out a copper basin from the oven, took out a piece of golden bread and placed it in it, slowly emitting white steam.
Perhaps due to the uneven fire of the stove, two pots of baking failed and some were burnt.
But success is enough!
Fang Zheng extended his hand and called everyone: "How about trying this little bread?"
The royal chefs swarmed over, hesitating as they looked at the bread in the bowl and not daring to touch it.
"Take whatever you want! Leave a good one for me!"
Since Fang Zhengyi was so generous, the imperial chefs did not hesitate and each stepped forward to take a piece.
The person in charge was the quickest and grabbed a piece that looked good.
But the residual heat was still there, and the bread was still very hot, so I had to shake the bread with my left and right hands continuously.
Wait until it cools down a little before putting it into your mouth carefully.
Fang Zheng looked at him and asked nervously, "How is it? Does it taste good?"
The person in charge took two more bites and nodded repeatedly at Fang Zheng.
"Sweet! So sweet!"
Fang Zheng turned around and asked the others.
"How about you guys? Is it delicious?"
"Delicious!" Everyone shouted in unison, with joy on their faces.
“It smells like honey and eggs, much better than steamed buns!”
"It has a milky flavor and can be stretched into silk..."
I didn't expect this! This Lord Fang is really amazing!
He is a high-ranking official who can also cook delicious meals! A versatile person! A versatile person!
At this moment, Master Fang, who had been busy for two hours, finally showed a satisfied smile!
"Okay, okay! Thank you all for your help. Please help me find a food box to pack this nice-looking bread in, and make some cold dishes."
"Hey! And this paste... help me put it on the bottom layer! Let's share the rest."
The head of the group responded and quickly ordered someone to prepare food boxes. Then he walked up to Fang Zhengyi and said with a bright face, "Master Fang, I have an unwelcome request... Can we make these little breads in the future?"
The person in charge was actually a little uneasy.
As a cook, everyone has some unique skills, which is the basis of survival, even in the palace.
Usually people don’t ask, nor dare to ask.
One is because they are afraid of breaking the rules, and the other is that it is too impolite.
But Fang Zhengyi had a special status, and the person in charge guessed that as a high-ranking official, he might not care about the rules of a small cook. On the other hand, seeing that he had a kind attitude, he shamelessly came over to ask.
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