Chapter 88 Pie
"You've finished knocking them all so quickly." Chu Ange said.
"This is very simple. I can knock on another pot." Long Chen said.
"These are enough. If you want to knock, save it for next time." Chu Ange said, "But I still need a frying pan."
"What is a frying pan?" Long Chen asked.
"Grind the middle of the stone smoother and thinner, and don't chisel a hole in it." Chu Ange picked up a stone and gestured on it as he spoke.
The stone is quite round, higher around the edges and lower in the middle, making it look like a round plate, perfect for demonstration.
Long Chen understood: "I'll go get the frying pan now."
He found a relatively large and hard stone to grind, and asked while grinding: "Ange, what is this frying pan used for?"
"Fried pies." Chu Ange said.
"Isn't this pot too flat?" Long Chen was puzzled. Such a flat pot could not hold anything. Could one get full by cooking in it?
"This is called a frying pan. A flat bottom has its advantages." Chu Ange said and started to cut the bacon into cubes.
The bacon is washed with hot water, and the clean bacon exudes a smoked aroma.
She cut it into thick slices first, and then into small dices.
With one cut, the aroma of bacon hits you in the face.
It was the first time that Mrs. Yang saw bacon, and her mouth was watering at its aroma. "Ange, what kind of meat is this? Why does it smell so good?"
Ange said: "This is the meat I mentioned before that has been blessed by the Dragon God and will not spoil no matter how long it is stored."
Mrs. Yang was stunned. "Are you really willing to exchange this kind of meat for cotton and salt?"
Mrs. Yang became even more greedy when she thought about exchanging cotton for such meat.
When I think about it again, I will have to wait until next year to pick cotton. I feel like I’m being scratched by a cat. I’m anxious and helpless... I feel both pain and happiness.
Chu Ange nodded and said, "Go to the beach more often to exchange for some salt. Next year we will bring more meat and delicacies to exchange for salt with you."
She thought about it and decided that she couldn't let the people of the Lamb Tribe run back and forth. They would go to the beach to exchange salt, and the White Wolf Tribe would then come to them with supplies to exchange for salt.
This saves the White Wolf Tribe time, and the Lamb Tribe can survive better.
The Lamb Tribe is now in need of recuperation and is in urgent need of manpower.
If they were asked to go to the seaside to exchange salt, and then go to the White Wolf Tribe to exchange for food, the time cost for the Lamb Tribe would be too high.
"What about the caper beans? Do you want them next year?" Mrs. Yang asked.
Chu Ange thought about it and nodded: "That's fine."
In fact, it doesn’t matter whether the wheat is changed or not, because she will start planting wheat after returning.
But cotton is not a good idea because it is too difficult to grow.
Moreover, the White Wolf Tribe is located where it is spring all year round, so when they return after exchanging the salt, they will no longer need cotton clothes.
The cotton was left to the Lamb Tribe in exchange for food, and a good cooperative relationship could be maintained with them.
As for wheat, the Lamb Tribe can accept wheat in exchange when they are in trouble... The White Wolf Tribe now listens to her very much.
Chu Ange picked out some mushrooms from the dried fungi and soaked them in hot water.
After the mushrooms are soaked, take them out and squeeze out the water, mix them with the diced bacon and chop them together. Finally, put the mushrooms and bacon into a stone pot and stir-fry them.
She cut the smoked bacon into pieces, which were fat and lean. She poured it into the hot pan. The fat burst with oil, and the aroma of bacon and the fresh fragrance of mushrooms wafted out.
When serving, add the wild onions and stir to make it more fragrant.
Long Chen was polishing a frying pan, but when he smelled the smell, he immediately looked over with his eyes shining: "What a nice smell!"
Mrs. Yang stared at it with wide eyes and swallowed her saliva: "It smells so good, I have never smelled such delicious food."
Chu Ange ignored them, scooped out the fillings, and started kneading the dough.
Whether the pancake is delicious or not depends on how well the dough is kneaded and whether it is chewy... Kneading dough is a technical job and even more a physical job.
Long Chen polished the pan, washed it, and watched Chu Ange knead the dough. "This wheat is amazing. Each grain looks yellow, but turns white after being ground into powder. Add some water and knead it, and it becomes a white ball."
He looked like he wanted to knead this dough.
"Do you want to try kneading it?" Chu Ange said, letting go of his hands and letting Long Chen do the heavy work of kneading the dough.
Long Chen happily took the basin and kneaded the dough vigorously: "It's soft."
"Knead it hard, keep kneading." Chu Ange said, and he grabbed a piece of dough and kneaded it a few times, then wrapped the filling in it, flattened it and set it aside for later use.
Long Chen stared at the cake like a curious baby. Finally, he couldn't help but pick it up and looked at it curiously: "Is this a pie?"
Chu Ange: “...Yes.” Actually, she didn’t know how to make pies. It was just that in modern times, she bought pot cakes and pies on the roadside and saw the boss making them this way, so she followed his example.
In real life, her cooking skills were not very good, but in this world of beasts, she was compared to these primitive people and became a great chef.
After making several pancakes, the frying pan was almost heated. When I was about to put the pie into the pan, I turned my head and saw Long Chen turning the pie over and over again. He said, "This pie is quite cute." He opened his mouth and took a bite.
"Yeah, it's delicious! The filling inside is especially delicious, but I don't like the wheat outside, it's not very tasty."
Chu Ange, who was testing the oil temperature, failed to stop Long Chen from "moving his mouth": "..."
The filling is fried, otherwise you will find it unpalatable.
Although it wouldn't harm anyone if eaten raw, Chu Ange still took the pie: "This pie isn't ready yet!"
"It looks like it's done to me!" Long Chen was puzzled. It was so cute, soft and sticky, and it looked very beautiful.
Chu Ange put the pie into the pan: "It's not cooked yet. It will taste better when it's cooked. The skin will become crispy and fragrant."
Long Chen: “…”
Is pie so troublesome?
As soon as the pie was put on, it made a sizzling sound... and the aroma of the filling mixed with the dough wafted out.
Long Chen's eyes widened, he stared at the pancake, swallowed his saliva, and couldn't take his eyes away.
After all, Long Chen had eaten all kinds of delicious food made by Chu Ange, but he still craved pie.
Mrs. Yang was different. She was so shocked that she couldn't speak or react.
How could there be such delicious food in the world? Just by smelling it, she was about to faint with happiness. If she put it into her mouth, she would ascend to heaven on the spot.
The pan was scorching hot, and the pie was flat. In a moment, the pie that Long Chen had bitten was already cooked. Chu Ange handed it to him: "It's cooked, eat it, be careful of the heat."
Long Chen had no time to care about the heat. He took a big bite and his eyes suddenly lit up.
This pie is absolutely delicious!
When he had eaten it raw before, he found it tasted very good. After being pan-fried... the dough was slightly crispy, while the non-crispy part was quite chewy, and the filling inside tasted just right.
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