After coaxing the two children to sleep, Meg returned to his room and began to check the mission rewards issued to him by the system.
He didn't care about the title of Junior Dessert Master. Anyway, only he could see it. What he cared more about was what was in the dessert gift bag.
Opening the gift bag, five experience bags immediately jumped out: Mung Bean Cake, Red Bean Cake, Double Skin Milk, Mango Pancake, and Egg Yolk Puff!
"Oh, it's really a big gift bag." Meg's eyes lit up. It was the first time for him to get five recipes at once. It was rare for the system to be so generous.
He felt that desserts such as Mung Bean Cake and Red Bean Cake were ordinary, but Egg Yolk Puff was his favorite. He didn't expect the system to put one in the gift bag.
"Perfect, quite perfect." Meg nodded with satisfaction and ordered the recipe of Mung Bean Cake first.
A complete and detailed recipe, as well as the exclusive experience and skills of pastry masters, poured into his mind in an instant.
"There is still a big gap between qualified and perfect. This time, the system is rare to be tolerant." Meg opened his eyes and said to himself.
The more he understood, the more he was in awe. After gaining the experience of the masters, Meg immediately found that the Mung Bean Cake he thought was perfect could only be regarded as a rough defective product.
However, with his own painstaking experience, it will be much easier to get started, so he didn't rush to enter the test field for the God of Cookery. Instead, he opened the experience bag of Egg Yolk Puff.
"This … is too difficult?" After a long time, Meg opened his eyes, and his eyes were still in a trance.
If the difficulty of Mung Bean Cake is 1, then the difficulty of Egg Yolk Puff should be 5.
Whether it is the number of ingredients, the complexity of the process, or the various skills, they all make Meg a little scared.
After all, he is still a fairly new dessert master, not even a beginner. He has already expected the difficulties he will face.
"Come on, accept the challenge." Meg lay down, closed his eyes, and pushed open the door of the test field for the God of Cookery.
This is destined to be a long night for Meg.
The next day, Meg opened his eyes and met four pairs of eyes.
"You're awake." Irina looked at him with a smile.
"The sun is shining on your butt," Amy said with a smile.
Meg still hadn't recovered from the nightmare of the yolk puff. He blinked his eyes and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside.
"It's eleven o 'clock!" Meg was slightly surprised. It was not just the sun shining on his butt. It was already noon.
"Eh, I think I overslept." Meg sat up, and put Ugly Duckling, which was sleeping on his arm, aside awkwardly.
"It's not just a little. I can't wake you up no matter what. I almost wanted to treat you." Irina curled her lips.
"Maybe he's too tired." Meg looked left and right.
In the test field for the God of Cookery, his perception of the outside world was sealed. If the system did not sense any threat, it would not alert him. Therefore, he did not hear Irina's call at all.
"You must be hungry. I'll make breakfast … lunch for you." Meg got up from the bed.
"We already had breakfast. You still have a lot of green bean cakes left from last night, and there's milk in the fridge." Amy touched her stomach. "But we're hungry again now."
"Let's go downstairs. After lunch, I'll make new desserts for you." Meg smiled and patted Amy's head.
"New desserts?"
"Mm-hm. I had a good sleep and had a good dream. I learned it in my dream." Meg nodded.
"Are you serious? You can learn to cook in your dream? "Irina looked at Meg doubtfully.
"If you don't believe me, you'll know in a while. Also, I've improved the green bean cakes. Today, I'll let you try what a real green bean cake is." Meg went out confidently.
After lunch, Meg rested for a while and went into the kitchen to fiddle with the green bean cakes and egg yolk pastries.
After learning them, the system gave him a brand new mold and cooking tools, as well as a special oven.
The green bean cakes were relatively simple, but the preparation was more tedious. Fortunately, he had soaked some green beans in the fridge last night. He could directly peel them and start making the green bean cakes, saving him a lot of waiting time.
The egg yolk pastries, on the other hand, were much more complicated.
Irina stood at the kitchen door and watched Meg take out ingredients and condiments from the fridge. She asked curiously, "When did you buy these things? I didn't see you buy them when I went shopping yesterday. "
Meg's hand stiffened slightly. After so long, she was finally suspicious of the inexhaustible ingredients that appeared in the fridge out of nowhere?
"Oh, I know. You must have bought them when you went to buy the green bean pastries." Just as Meg was thinking about how to explain, Irina had already found a perfect excuse for him.
"Yes, that's how it is." Meg nodded.
The complexity of the egg yolk pastries lay in their four-layer structure. The outermost layer was the oily skin, which was the attractive layer of pastry. The oily skin was wrapped in the pastry, and the layers were repeatedly rolled out with a rolling pin. Then, the salted egg yolk was wrapped in red bean paste and pressed into the oily skin and pastry. The surface was brushed with a layer of egg yolk and sprinkled with a small pinch of black sesame seeds. Only then could the pastry be put into the oven.
The baking process was also particular about three brushes and three roasts. The baking of the egg yolk pastries was not done in one go. The egg yolk pastries had to be brushed three times, which meant that they had to be baked three times before the golden and crispy egg yolk pastries could be officially baked.
The whole process was like an artistic performance. The two children had come to the door of the restaurant at some point and were watching Meg's performance with rapt attention.
"Father is really amazing." Amy's mouth was slightly open, and her eyes were full of admiration.
Anne's expression was similar, and her eyes were also full of admiration as she looked at Meg.
Irina leaned against the door frame and looked at Meg with great interest. She didn't know why, but when Meg put down the longsword and picked up the kitchen knife and stayed in the small kitchen to cook quietly, she felt at ease and that she could rely on him. She was like a rootless duckweed that had suddenly found a harbor to dock at.
"Ding!"
The oven made a notification sound.
Meg turned off the oven's power and opened the oven door.
"It smells so good!"
A milky aroma mixed with the aroma of egg yolk pastries immediately filled the kitchen and rushed toward the kitchen door. The eyes of the three people who were waiting at the kitchen door lit up.
Meg took out a plate of egg yolk pastries from the oven under the watchful eyes of the three people. They were golden in color and had a trace of oily sheen on the surface. The top was dotted with sesame seeds and looked extremely tempting.
"This is the egg yolk pastries, but you have to cool them for a while before you can eat them." Meg walked out with the plate of egg yolk pastries with a smile.
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