Ruan Zhi was very busy in the kitchen.
She had still underestimated cooking.
At first, she had said that she would make breakfast. She had thought that cooking was just like that: put the washed vegetables, seasonings, and oil into the pot, and waved the spatula a few times. After that, a dish would be ready in four to five minutes.
That was how the chefs in the videos online did it.
However, the actual process was completely different from the videos.
Making a soup dumpling, kneading the dough, waiting for it to ferment, making the meat filling, preparing the seasonings, starting the fire, washing the steamer basket, and serving the steamer basket were not only a lot of steps, but the process was also very complicated. Just one soup dumpling alone was enough to make her choke.
She did not have the time or energy to look up other breakfast recipes online and make other breakfasts.
Fortunately, the other chefs were very experienced and knew how troublesome it was to make these exquisite breakfasts. They did not take her words to heart at all and let Ruan Zhi focus on making her soup dumplings.
Ruan Zhi had wanted to make a Manchu Han Imperial Feast. Even if there were not ten dishes, she wanted to make at least five dishes for "Zhang Dazhuang" to try. However, she could only make soup dumplings now. Moreover, time was tight, so she was afraid that she could only make soup dumplings.
However, just one breakfast was obviously not enough to bring out her true skills. However, she had no other choice in the current situation. She could only try her best to make the soup dumplings as perfect as possible.
It would be best if she could incorporate the Manchu Han Imperial Feast into it.
The taste of soup dumplings mainly came from the meat filling inside.
The taste was usually made with seasonings.
Ruan Zhi was afraid that "Zhang Dazhuang" liked salty food, so she added two spoonfuls of salt. She was also worried that he liked sour food, so she also added some vinegar. However, on second thought, what if he liked to be jealous?
Therefore, after thinking about it, she poured half a bottle of vinegar.
Just as she was about to mix it with the minced meat, she suddenly realized that there was honey in the cabinet. Honey could beautify one's skin, so she could have some. There was also bitter gourd juice, which could cool down the heat, so she could have some. After all, the weather had been so dry recently.
After that, Ruan Zhi realized that this kitchen was indeed a treasure. It had all kinds of seasonings.
Oil, fish sauce, pepper, devil chili powder, chicken powder, monosodium glutamate, and a bunch of foreign seasonings that she couldn't name. However, since they were placed in the kitchen, they naturally had their uses.
Therefore, Ruan Zhi was extremely confident and added a big spoonful of each dish. She firmly believed that she could make the most delicious and nourishing soup dumplings in the world!
And the facts proved that this was indeed the case.
Ruan Zhi washed her hands and prepared to make another breakfast. However, in the end, she could not help but turn her head and look outside.
"Zhang Dazhuang", who was sitting next to the girl, lowered his head and took a bite of the soup dumpling. His expression was as cold as ever, and he stared at the soup dumpling for a long time without saying a word.
Ruan Zhi blinked her eyes, unable to contain her joy.
Were the buns she made that tasty?
It was so delicious that he couldn't even speak?
Actually, Ruan Zhi did not know what breakfast she was going to make at the beginning. She did not know if she had made any before she lost her memory. In any case, she did not know how to make any now. Just as she was about to take out her phone and search online, a fragmented image suddenly flashed across her mind.
It was a table covered with flour.
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A pair of good-looking, slender, and well-defined hands grabbed a small ball of dough. The soft and white dough rolled in the man's large, fair hands, and after three seconds, a small steamed bun was made.
Unlike other soup dumplings, the man's soup dumpling had a very cute little hook on it.
Then, a fair, chubby little hand suddenly came out from under the table, grabbed the hook, and hooked the soup dumpling away. Then, a little girl's crisp laughter rang out.
"Daddy, daddy! Is this the little lantern you made for me? It's so beautiful! I'm going to tell Brother Kitty that I also have a little lantern! It's a little white lantern! "
Ruan Zhi did not have time to think carefully about who the man and child in her memory were. The image disappeared in an instant, and she could not find any trace of them.
However, the strange thing was that she actually knew how to make the soup dumpling with the hook. She must have learned it before and practiced it many times. She was so familiar with it that once the dough was in her hands, she could make an exquisite soup dumpling in less than five seconds.
Ruan Zhi shook her head and came back to her senses. Looking at "Zhang Dazhuang's" touched face, she instantly made up her mind to cook more for him in the future. Looking at his pitiful and speechless expression, it was probably because he had never eaten such delicious food before.
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