Chapter 223: A fragrant pancake with a set of fruit (2) [Additional update]

Half an hour later.

Jiang Rou came to school again.

Yang Zhenzhen greeted Jiang Rou, "Comrade Jiang, here, here, I have prepared everything you want."

"Teacher Yang, I'm so sorry to bother you."

Jiang Rou thanked him politely.

Yang Zhenzhen shook her head and smiled, "Comrade Jiang, you don't have to be polite to me. Sister Yulan told me to try my best to cooperate and help you. Besides, these are just small matters, so I can't really be considered a help."

What Yang Zhenzhen prepared for Jiang Rou was a small stove.

In winter, when the temperature is low, they will put a small stove in the classroom to burn fire for warmth and to heat up lunch boxes.

Now that the weather is hot, the small stove is idle.

Jiang Rou looked around and finally set her eyes on the open space in front of the school classroom.

Right in the middle, under the red flag.

That location is the most conspicuous and can be seen by everyone coming in and out.

But at the same time, that location is also the most sun-spotting.

It is noon now, when the sun is at its hottest.

Jiang Rou did not hesitate and decided to sit there.

She quickly lit the wood and started the stove.

At the same time, Jiang Rou also brought a bunch of things.

First, a black baking sheet.

I bought it on Taoduoduo Mall, and the keywords were "barbecue and barbecue, suitable for electric fire, large and portable".

The baking pan is round and has small ears on both sides.

The little ears are covered with wood to provide insulation and prevent burns.

Jiang Rou took a fancy to this baking tray because it looked like a black piece of iron.

Not at all conspicuous in this era.

In addition to the baking tray, Jiang Rou was also carrying two bamboo baskets full of things.

In a basket are ingredients such as shredded onions, shredded green vegetables, shredded cucumbers, etc.

In the other basket were cooking oil, sweet bean paste, and... a large enamel cup filled with batter.

The batter was a rare light yellow color, as if a lot of eggs had been beaten into it.

Speaking of eggs, how can an authentic pancake be made without eggs?

All the eggs were placed in Zhou Xiaohua's green schoolbag. When she opened it, it was full of eggs.

When Yang Zhenzhen saw the small bag of eggs, her eyes widened.

What she knew before was that Jiang Rou wanted to cook some food for the children in the school, and asked her to help and prepare a small stove.

Every family is living in a tight spot right now. If you borrow an egg, you have to pay it back. They won’t buy it even if you pay.

The school bought an old hen a while ago, and it lays eggs every day.

Yang Zhenzhen carefully recorded the number of eggs and distributed them to the students.

She didn't eat any herself.

Nowadays, I see so many eggs at once.

Gurgle.

I haven't smelled the fragrance yet.

Yang Zhenzhen couldn't help swallowing.

"Comrade Jiang, you must have collected so many eggs for a long time, right?"

“…I guess so.”

Jiang Rou answered with a guilty conscience.

Yang Zhenzhen couldn't see it at all, but was worriedly reminded.

"Comrade Jiang, school will be over soon at noon, and the students will be running around. You should put the egg away quickly. It would be a pity if it gets bumped and breaks."

"Teacher Yang, I prepared these eggs for the students to eat."

"…For the students? All of them? These eggs? All of them?"

Yang Zhenzhen opened her eyes wide in disbelief, as if she had heard an Arabian Nights legend.

This is... a huge investment!

The temperature of the stove has risen.

Jiang Rou said, "Teacher Yang, you haven't had lunch yet, right? I'll treat you today."

Without waiting for Yang Zhenzhen to refuse, Jiang Rou started to work in an orderly manner.

First, she brushed a layer of cooking oil on the black baking tray.

It is not enough to just use a small brush, you also need to use a clean linen cloth to spread the cooking oil evenly.

It must be a thin layer.

Then pour a small amount of the light golden batter onto the iron pan.

This step is just the normal process of making pancakes.

But then.

Yang Zhenzhen watched Jiang Rou take out a tool that looked like a bamboo dragonfly.

【Tool Illustration】

Jiang Rou took the "bamboo dragonfly" and gently spun it on the baking tray.

Just three or two times.

The originally soft batter immediately turned into a large circle evenly.

Moreover, it is neither too big nor too small, and is a perfect circle.

It fits perfectly around the iron plate.

Not an inch more, not an inch less.

Yang Zhenzhen's eyes widened as she watched Jiang Rou perform the movements skillfully without any pause.

What kind of magic is this?

How come it suddenly became so round?

Jiang Rou did this and said to Zhou Xiaohua, "Xiaohua, eggs."

After hearing this, Zhou Xiaohua immediately took out a big round egg from her small schoolbag and put it in Jiang Rou's hand.

【Mom, this is for you. 】

The mother and daughter performed a tacit cooperation.

Right after.

Without even giving Yang Zhenzhen time to blink, Jiang Rou performed another one-handed egg beating trick.

The moment the egg shell broke, the egg white and yolk fell to the center of the iron plate, which was also the center of the pancake.

Jiang Rou still had only the bamboo dragonfly-like tool in her hand.

She used a tool to break up the eggs, mix the egg whites and yolks together, and then spread the egg liquid little by little.

Under the iron plate is a glowing red charcoal fire.

The pancake and eggs were cooked little by little as the temperature increased.

The alluring fragrance continues to emanate.

Especially the eggs, they are so fragrant.

When the egg liquid has solidified, the thinnest circle around the dough has begun to bulge slightly.

【Pictures】

Jiang Rou finally changed her tool from a bamboo helicopter to a small shovel.

A small... shovel?!

Yang Zhenzhen was shocked again. Isn't this thing used for hanging walls and shoveling soil? And can it also be used for cooking?

In her stunned eyes.

Jiang Rou held a small shovel in one hand and pulled the dough bridge up with the other.

The two hands cooperate with each other, one hand shoveling and the other hand pulling.

In just a few seconds, the dough covered with eggs was lifted up all at once.

Jiang Rou turned over swiftly.

Of course, the egg dough in her hand was turned over.

The side with the egg liquid is against the baking tray.

The side that was exposed when turned over was slightly burnt.

Yang Zhenzhen couldn't help but took a deep breath.

Smells so good!

The most fragrant thing in this aroma is not the eggs, but the aroma of wheat after the dough becomes slightly crispy.

Gulu Gulu——

There was a rumbling sound coming from Yang Zhenzhen's stomach.

Her face turned slightly red and she quickly covered her stomach with her hands.

Jiang Rou's voice, thinking of me at this moment.

"Teacher Yang, Teacher Yang?"

Yang Zhenzhen was distracted by embarrassment, "Ah? Comrade Jiang."

"Teacher Yang, do you want to eat chopped green onions?"

"Me? Eat. I'm not picky about food. I eat everything."

"Okay, I'll put them all up for you."

Yang Zhenzhen: Ah? Give it to her?