On his way upstairs, Mag heard the egg rustling under the blanket again. He looked back, and a smile appeared on his face. He wondered if he was frightened by what Amy had said just now.
After a good night's sleep, Meg was woken up by the alarm clock under his pillow at five o'clock the next morning. He turned it off as fast as he could, got out of bed quietly, changed his clothes, washed up, and went to the kitchen to make the braised meat.
The braised meat needed to be braised for two hours, so he had to get up early. Although Meg's dough kneading skills had improved, it still took him a long time to knead two large portions of soft dough.
Meg had practiced countless times in the test field for the God of Cookery until he could make a la zhi roujiamo that satisfied even him, who was the pickiest person in his previous life. He was very serious.
The streaky pork that had been marinated for an entire night still needed some time, but this morning, apart from him and Amy, he was only going to make a few for Mobai and the others to try.
Of course, when it was written on the menu and sold to the public, all the conditions had to be perfect.
Maintaining the stability of the dishes was one of the basic requirements of a Michelin restaurant, and now it was also Meg's requirement for his own restaurant.
Of course, he still had to collect money. Letting them taste the new dish in advance was one of the conditions of the crowdfunding.
Meg, wearing an apron, had a serious expression on his face. He neatly picked up the large piece of streaky pork from the pot, and strictly followed the best steps and time he had summarized yesterday, as well as the amount of seasonings and spices used. After turning down the heat, he began to knead the dough to make the dough.
Kneading dough was indeed a strenuous job. Fortunately, Meg had slowly figured out a method in the test field that could save a bit of effort and still make the dough well. However, he still kneaded the dough for an hour, even though he had to rest twice in between.
When the dough was ready, Meg put it aside. He was not in a hurry to bake it. He glanced at his watch. It was already five past seven.
The braised meat would cook for another fifteen minutes, but Amy, who was usually up at this time, was not. He had to wash his hands, take off his apron, and go upstairs.
Meg entered the room. Amy's eyes were closed, as if she was still asleep.
However, her slightly trembling long eyelashes and the corners of her mouth that were about to burst into laughter showed that things were not that simple.
"Hmm? It seems that the little fairy is still asleep. How can I wake her up? "Meg stood by the bed, trying not to laugh, and looked a little distressed.
Amy secretly opened her eyes, and took a look at Meg's eyes, then immediately closed her eyes. She turned her face slightly, and said, "The little fairy said she won't wake up until father's time."
"Oh," Amy, "'s" I see "'"' '' ''s, "Meg" can "can", "Amy" "," Meg's''s, "Amy's" Amy's "".
The little fairy's's's "fairy's" Amy suddenly opened her eyes, opened her arms, and wrapped them around Meg's neck. She giggled as she stood up. After standing up straight, she looked at him with joy and expectation, and asked, "Father, are the pancakes that are a hundred times better than the pancakes ready?"
"Almost, but they're the best when they're fresh out of the oven. Amy, change your clothes, wash up, and go downstairs. They should be ready soon." Meg smiled and nodded. He felt that he was full of happiness since the morning. He looked at the black dress beside him and said in his mind, "System, I want to buy a purple dress, the cuter kind. I'll pay in cash."
This time, the system didn't even say anything. A page of hundreds of little dresses appeared in Meg's mind, from top to bottom, and the prices ranged from 1 to 500 gold coins.
"I'll take the one that costs 10 gold coins." Meg looked at the dress that was inlaid with amethysts and priced at 500 gold coins. He really didn't like this style, so he bought a purple dress with a redbud flower embroidered on the chest and a layer of tulle on the outside.
"Okay, Amy will change right away." Amy's eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly.
"I've prepared new clothes for Amy. See if you like them." After the system confirmed that the clothes were in place, Meg walked to the wardrobe with a smile and looked back at Amy.
"Really?" Amy's little face was full of expectation.
Meg opened the wardrobe and took out the little dress that was hanging inside. He walked to the bedside, held it in front of him, and said with a smile, "Do you like it?"
"It's so beautiful, and it's purple. Amy likes it very much." Amy looked at the little dress, and her eyes were full of surprise. She jumped on the bed happily and tiptoed to kiss Meg's face. She nodded and said, "Father, Amy loves you."
"I love Amy too. Come, let's try on the new clothes." Meg was also very happy, and he helped Amy change into the new clothes.
There were some beautiful patterns on the upper body, and the redbud flower embroidered on the chest was very eye-catching. There was also a layer of purple tulle on the hem of the pleated dress.
Amy turned around on the bed and looked down at the purple tulle floating in the air. Her face was full of surprise, and she played with it for a while before stopping.
Meg looked at Amy, who looked as cute as a little angel after changing into the little dress. He smiled and reached out to pat Amy's head. "Let's go. Put on your shoes and go wash up. Father will make you some pancakes downstairs."
"Okay." Amy nodded obediently. She went down the stairs, put on her white shoes, and went to wash up.
Meg sneaked a glance at Amy, who was squeezing toothpaste for herself. It seemed that she wouldn't have to worry about washing up in the future. Only then did he go downstairs.
Mag turned off the fire for the braised meat that was just right on time, and placed the uncooked dough on the preheated oven. He thought for a while, and placed 16 of them at intervals, which would fill up the entire oven.
After a while, Amy came downstairs after washing up. She stood at the kitchen door and looked inside. She had already smelled the rich and tempting aroma of the braised meat. She sniffed hard and said curiously, "It smells so good. Father, what is this? It tastes completely different from the rainbow fried rice. "
"Amy, take a seat first. You'll know in a while," Meg said with a smile, keeping her in suspense.
"Okay. I'll go check on Ugly Duckling first." Amy nodded. She turned around and walked behind the counter, squatted down, and listened for a while. Then she patted the little blanket gently. "Ugly Duckling, get up now. Come out obediently today, or I'll roast you and eat you right now."
"Rustle … rustle …" The quiet big egg suddenly made a sound, sounding a little anxious.
"Yes, that's right. Keep up the good work." Amy nodded and encouraged it.
The rustling sound became more urgent, as if it were afraid that it would be roasted and eaten if it didn't act more actively.
In the kitchen, Meg shook his head with a smile. Although he thought his daughter was very cute, the little guy in the big egg was a little pitiful.
He slid the thin knife in his hand across the edge of the bai ji bread, picked up a piece of braised meat from the pot, put it on the chopping board, and stuffed it all into the roujiamo. Then he poured a small spoonful of la zhi sauce over the meat, and an authentic la zhi roujiamo was ready.
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