Chapter 200 Recipes
"So, what gift do you want?"
In the Shengping Square of Chang’an City, under the supervision of Li Leling, Chai Chai was reading the "Shangqing Inspiration Chapter" while shaking his head.
Li Ang in the next room rubbed his palms and asked He Fanshuang.
Chai Chai successfully passed the re-examination exam by relying on his cultivation base of feeling the atmosphere. He Fanshuang's help is inseparable, and he would like to thank him anyway.
He Fanshuang put down the pen and paper in his hand, and asked lightly, "Why did you ask me directly?"
"I don't know what a better gift to give, so I just ask you directly. Uh, do you mind?"
Li Ang answered truthfully.
He Fanshuang, like him, is an outstanding student in the academy, and has a rather cold personality.
Send money? She is not lacking either.
Send jewelry? She has been wearing the same pair of jade hairpins and has no intention of changing them at all.
Sending books? She can buy regular books by herself, but it is not convenient for Li Ang to get unconventional books that are forbidden to be borrowed in the library. . .
"I don't mind."
He Fanshuang nodded, thought for a while and asked, "Do you still have the Qingming fruit you brought over last time?"
"Qingming fruit?"
Li Ang shook his head and said, "I've eaten up the leftovers from last time, and the winter bamboo shoots are gone."
Yu country has no refrigerators, and the only reliable food refrigeration technology is the underground ice room which occupies a huge area.
The second is the expensive frozen talisman.
Sterling ice can only produce a small amount of ice cubes and cannot be used as a refrigerator, so food is generally eaten as much as it is eaten.
"Is there anything else to eat?"
He Fanshuang showed the books in his hand to Li Ang, and said calmly: "I'm looking at Chang'an snack recipes recently to improve my cooking skills."
She really likes cooking. After all, as a monk, she can use her mind to control ingredients and kitchen utensils in the air. It is very convenient to cook without touching her fingers.
"Other food."
Li Ang thought for a while, and a large part of the recipes in the memory of the foreign world were unusable or inconvenient to make.
No peppers, no potatoes, no pumpkins, no onions, not even chicken essence and monosodium glutamate.
After much deliberation, the food that has the least requirements for ingredients and that He Fanshuang may like to eat is probably .
"dessert?"
Li Ang's eyes lit up. Although he didn't know why, in the memory of the other world, he seemed to be a baking enthusiast, and he had a lot of information about bread and cakes.
Cookies, toast, cheesecake, tiramisu.
Li Ang screened the recipes one by one, and immediately chose the dessert to make—donuts.
Prepare eggs, flour, yeast, sugar, water, salt, butter and other materials,
(butter obtained by shaking milk to remove fat)
Mix the ingredients except butter, knead the dough, add butter and continue kneading when the fascia is formed, then ferment at room temperature, cut the dough and knead it into a ball, cover with a damp cloth and ferment again, after the fermentation is complete, fry it in a pan and let it dry Let cool and sprinkle with powdered sugar, and you're done.
"What is so fragrant?"
Li Leling and Chai Chai searched for breath and walked into the kitchen. When they saw Li Ang and He Fanshuang standing in front of the stove, they immediately put their hands on their hips and pretended to be angry, "Wow, you guys are stealing food behind our backs?!"
"What is stealing behind your backs?"
"certainly."
Chai Chai did his part, gently pinched a donut with two fingers, threw it into his mouth, his eyes lit up immediately, "Huh? It's a bit like a donut, but much softer. It tastes sweet too."
Sanzi, also known as Shisan and Twister, is a pasta made by rubbing noodles with oil and water. It can be traced back to the Cold Food Festival in the Spring and Autumn Period. Its shape is somewhat similar to fried noodles.
"It's so strange, it's fried from a frying pan, but it doesn't taste oily at all."
Li Leling also followed suit, holding the sides of the donut lightly with both hands like a hamster, eating slowly, "It feels more like seeing the wind disappear."
Jianfengxiao is also a deep-fried snack. It is made by pounding glutinous rice into powder, mixing it with honey juice, fermented rice, sugar, etc., pressing it into a thin skin, drying it after baking, and frying it with oil when it is ready to eat. It is a noble dessert.
"I'll try one too."
He Fanshuang also picked up a donut, took a bite, and nodded involuntarily, "It's delicious."
"Well, it's okay."
He Fanshuang and others enjoyed their meal, but Li Ang himself was still a little dissatisfied. Yu country is free of all-purpose flour, which is not suitable for making bread, dough, etc.
It is best to mix strong gluten flour and weak gluten flour.
However, this can be regarded as aroused Li Ang's desire to cook, so he simply made a lot of desserts, even a creamy fruit cake with chiffon cake embryo.
Using local materials and keeping things simple, the cream cake that was finally made was not much different from the cake in Li Ang's memory. It was surprisingly delicious.
‘Am I the youngest super chef in history besides a surgeon? '
Li Ang rubbed his chin, puzzled.
And Chai Chai and the others kept praising Li Ang while eating the cake, "This cake is also quite delicious. By the way, where did you learn these desserts?"
"I figured it out by looking at old recipes."
Li Ang said nonsense: "The cookbook says that Zhuge Kongming is the founder of the pastry industry, and he invented the sour stuffing, that is, steamed buns.
In addition to buns, he also invented cakes, and according to the alchemy in "Qi Men Dun Jia", every time he celebrates his birthday, he puts a candle on the cake to celebrate his life and continue his life.
But because the cake was so delicious, it was eaten by Wei Yan on Wuzhangyuan, and the candle was extinguished because of it. "
"???"
Li Leling looked confused, "No, what kind of recipe would describe it in such detail? And isn't Wuzhangyuan the place where Marquis Wu died of illness? Isn't this auspicious?"
"I don't know, that cookbook is too old, and it is likely to be a forged story by later generations.
After all, the higher-ups also asked why Liu Bei didn't go to condolences when Zhuge Liang died, and whether there was an irreconcilable conflict between the monarch and his ministers between the two. "
Li Ang waved his hand, fooling the past.
"What is so fragrant?"
Hearty voice from far to near,
Everyone looked outside the door, Li Leling raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Brother?"
The visitor was a tall young man with dark complexion, rolled trouser legs, and carrying a **** like an old farmer. He had an approachable smile on his face, and the bottom of the straw sandals was full of mud.
It is the prince of Yu State, Li Si.
Following behind Li Si were Zuo Chunfang Zhongyun who was also dressed as a farmer, and He Fanshuang's older brother He Siping, who was once a school inspector.
"Just came back from the field, put the farm tools here."
Li Si put the **** in the corner,
As the prince of the Yu Kingdom, like other princes, he has to personally participate in the farming work outside Chang'an City during the busy farming season, and his skin is much darker than during the Chinese New Year.
"Huh? Risheng is also there."
Li Si waved his hand, preventing Li Ang from saluting ahead of time. After seeing Li Ang and Li Leling standing side by side, the smile in his eyes grew a bit more.
(end of this chapter)