The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun: 23.023
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Cheng Huan pushed the fully loaded shopping cart back home with the stars, unloaded all the things, and walked again to return the car.
When Xing came back, Xingxing had already unpacked the doll. He held the doll in both hands and put it in front of the bed and talked to it.
"You have to be obedient, don't run."
Cheng Huan stood outside the door and laughed dumbly. She walked in to look at the doll lying on the pillow and asked the star: "It sleeps here, where do I want to sleep?"
The bed provided by the landlord is quite big, about one meter eight. There were two pillows on the bed, one for the mother and the child. The star put the doll on Cheng Huan's pillow and pushed the pillow to the center of the bed.
"Just let him sleep for a while." The little guy was ruthless, patted the mattress and said to Cheng Huan: "When mom sleeps, I will kick it off."
Cheng Huan: "..." Is it so cruel?
Xingxing didn’t know that he had erected the image of a scumbag in his mother's heart. He decided the fate of the doll in the future. He took Cheng Huan’s hand again: "Mom, let’s make mooncakes."
Cheng Huan was sad for the doll for a moment. He glanced at the time and discussed with Xingxing: "Let’s cook lunch first, and then make moon cakes after dinner, okay?"
"Good!"
It was late for breakfast, and Cheng Huan was not hungry now, so he made a one-person children's meal for Xingxing.
Xingxing was worried about the mooncakes, and even the rice was not delicious. He barely wrapped the last bite in his mouth. Before chewing, he jumped off the table and ran over: "Momo, I'm finished."
"Eat what's in your mouth before talking." Cheng Huan poked the little guy's bulging face and said with a smile.
Xing Xing chewed the things in her mouth, Cheng Huan cleaned up the dishes, she took out the flour, grabbed a bit and put it on the clean table, ready to make dough.
There are two kinds of skins for the fresh meat mooncakes, dry shortbread and watery oily skin.
You don't need to add water to make dry pastry. You just need to add a little lard to the all-purpose flour, rub the lard with the tiger's mouth, use the temperature of your palm to fuse the lard and the flour, and knead it into a smooth dry shortbread dough.
Make dry shortbread and then make water oily skin. Put the flour on the table and make a circle around the city, empty the center, put crushed lard, pour in hot water, still rub it with your hands, knead the dough into shape, cover it with plastic wrap and let it sit for 15 minutes.
While waiting, Cheng Huan started to make fillings. The pork used for fillings was made from hind legs, three fats and seven lean, minced meat fillings, and added salt, sugar, dark soy sauce, black pepper and sesame oil. Then pour the green onion and **** water into the meat in batches, stirring while pouring, to remove the fishy smell in the meat.
The minced meat absorbs all the water and needs to be beaten to increase muscle strength. Cheng Huan held the minced meat in his hand and beat it down. I was curious to see the stars, so I had to try it myself.
"All right, here you are." Cheng Huan was not afraid of the children ruining what she ate anyway. She washed her hands with the stars and let the little guy stand on the stool, pinching a small piece of meat and beating it.
Xingxing is young and has little strength. When he broke the meat, Cheng Huan had already beaten the meat into a mass. The meat on the hands of the stars was still scattered, and many of them stuck to the table. superior.
He picked up the scattered minced meat with his hands, looked at Cheng Huan, who had finished working next to him, and stared at the small mass of meat that was still loose, a little anxious: "Mom, wait for me."
"Well, don't worry, you can do it slowly." Cheng Huan put the prepared meat fillings in the refrigerator to chill, picked up the proofed water and oily skin on the side, and wrapped it outside the dry shortbread.
The softness and hardness of the two kinds of dough needs to be about the same. After wrapping, use a rolling pin to roll the dough to a certain extent, pick up and fold it in half, and then continue rolling.
Rolling noodles is a very laborious task. Cheng Huan felt a little hot after doing it for a while. She stopped and took a breath. Seeing the stars looking over, she said to him, "Baby, I have no energy. "
Xingxing quickly got off the stool, ran to the side anxiously: "Then mom, take a break!"
"There is no need to rest." Cheng Huan nodded the little guy's nose with a finger soaked in flour: "You can just kiss me."
The star stuck to his white nose, and he nodded without thinking, "Mom, come down, so I can't kiss it."
Cheng Huan Yiyan bent down and moved her face over, Xing Xing leaned forward and kissed her, rubbing the flour on her nose back to her face.
The noodles are rolled into a big thin square, and then you can start to roll them up. Try to tighten them when you roll them. Roll the dough into long strips, pinch out a three-finger-wide agent, flatten it, and put in the meat.
Xingxing failed to smash the meat before, and the pile of meat has been smashed. Now he wants to wrap mooncakes and is eager to try it.
"Mom, I learned too!"
"Then you can try it." Cheng Huan took a potion and handed it to him: "Squash it first, and then put the meat in it."
"I remember!" The star looked like a bamboo on his chest, but it was dumbfounded in actual operation. The dough that looked obedient under his mother became extremely difficult to handle in his hands. After several shots, it was not very big. .
Xing Xing was taken aback and looked up at Cheng Huan. Cheng Huan was putting the fillings and didn't notice his gaze.
The little guy pouted for a moment, then took his gaze back, flipped the dough in his hand, and patted it several times. The table shook when he patted it.
Finally the noodles were taken, and the stars seemed to have completed an amazing task. He exhaled and looked at the person next to him.
Well, mom is still busy.
Cheng Huan smiled at the corner of her mouth, seeming to be busy with something in her hands, but in fact, her eyes are always on the side.
The star wanted to ask for praise but didn't ask for it, and he was a little bit disappointed. This emotion came and went quickly. He watched Cheng Huan wrap up another moon cake, and hurriedly took a spoon and spread minced meat on the dough.
He hasn't done this before, and he didn't know how to start. A high layer of meat is piled on the dough. While staring at the movements of Cheng Huan's hands, the little guy gathered the dough together according to the gourd drawing.
He put too much meat, and his hands were small. When he was kneading the dough, the meat kept falling down. The stars looked anxious, and he wanted to pinch it in with his hands.
"It's okay, let me wrap it." Cheng Huan finally couldn't stand it when Xingxing was about to bend over to pick up minced meat on the ground. She took what Xingxing was holding and removed some of the stuffing. The dough was closed in three or two.
Pressing down the wrapped mooncake with his hand, Cheng Huan handed the thing to the star: "Look, it's wrapped."
The stars took the mooncakes and looked at them over and over again. They liked it very much.
He wrapped the mooncake in his hand and sucked in his mouth: "Mom, can this be eaten?"
"Not yet, the mooncakes are raw now, you have to bake them before you can eat them." Cheng Huan wrapped the best one, and took out the tortured mooncake in the little guy's hand and put it on the plate.
The star looked particularly reluctant, and his gaze followed the path of the mooncake. He walked to the kitchen next to Cheng Huan, and said as he walked: "That was my bag."
"Yes, it's a star bag. I'll give it to you when it's cooked."
However, when Xingxing heard the words, he shook his head and said crisply, "Give it to mom."
Cheng Huan glanced down at him, feeling a little moved. She opened the oven door, put the things in, set the time and temperature, and closed the door, bending down and holding the small hand of the star: "Okay, mooncakes made of stars. Mom eats, and Mom cooks for the stars."
The moon cakes need to be bake for 20 minutes, and they have to be turned over once every 10 minutes. The moon cakes just out of the pan are steaming and the crust is soft and sweet, and the delicious soup will flow out after a bite.
Xingxing likes the taste very much, and it is still not enough after eating one.
"Mom, I still want to eat."
"You have already eaten one, and you can't eat more." Cheng Huan held the plate and ordered his chin: "If you don't believe me, touch your stomach and see."
Xing Xing really stretched out his hand to touch his belly. After eating at noon, he still hadn't digested. Now he ate a large moon cake, and his belly was bulging.
He patted his belly and put down his clothes, his expression was a bit melancholy: "I'm full."
Fresh meat mooncakes are best when they are just out of the pan, they won’t work when they’re cold. Cheng Huan made eight moon cakes and delivered half of them to the opposite door. He ate one by himself, and put the remaining two in the refrigerator to eat when the stars wanted.
Sure enough, the reheated mooncakes were not as popular as they were at first. The star didn’t want to eat half of the mooncakes at night. He put the remaining mooncakes on the plate and climbed onto the sofa to lie in his arms: "Mom, why? Is this not delicious?"
"The freshly made food is the most delicious, and it will become more and more unpalatable afterwards. Think about it if you save the lunch for the evening, is it also unpalatable?"
The little guy thought for a while and nodded. He ate leftovers, it was really awful.
"Then Mom, when shall we make mooncakes again?" He was a little expectant.
It’s fun to make mooncakes.
Cheng Huan hugged him and changed the channel with the remote control. The Mid-Autumn Festival Gala was playing on the TV, and a well-known singer was singing on the stage.
The full moon hung outside the house, and the moonlight was clear. Cheng Huan looked back and said to the star: "Wait for the next Mid-Autumn Festival."
Xingxing doesn't know how long to wait for the next Mid-Autumn Festival. He hugs Cheng Huan's neck and hums, hoping that the day will come sooner.
The next day, Cheng Huan was going to work again.
Xingxing didn't go to school, and the family next door went abroad for a trip. Cheng Huan couldn't worry about leaving the little guy at home alone, so he took him to the stall.
City, as a famous tourist city during the National Day holiday, attracted a large number of foreign guests, and her small barbecue stall was busier than ever.
The current stall of Cheng Huan is twice as large as the original one. The shop next to her was not delicious, but the business became worse after Cheng Huan set up the stall. The stall owner once came over and had a fight. She also reported that prohibited items had been added to her barbecue. People from the Food Administration came over and found nothing from her. Instead, they found spoiled meat next door.
The stall next door was ordered to rectify and was closed for a period of time. After a few days, someone moved all the tables and chairs, leaving an empty space.
Cheng Huan took advantage of the opportunity to rent the place next door, and hired another person. Now there are four temporary workers in her small booth, plus five people with her.
In this night market, it's also considered a big business.
There are so many things to be busy at night, and Cheng Huan can’t stay with the stars all the time. Fortunately, the little guy is used to it and can have fun alone.
He was sitting on a table by the door, writing and drawing on paper with reference to the moon in the sky.
These days, the painting skills of the stars have improved a lot, and now the moon is quite round.
He lowered his head to paint the moon, and only halfway through it, he was blocked by the light.
The star raised his head dissatisfied, and the person who came with his light on his back, could not see clearly, only to see that he was very tall.
He looked up for a while, his neck was a little sore, the man still didn't get out of position, the star slumped, and he said angrily: "Uncle, you blocked me."