After taking out the dough that had been refrigerated in the refrigerator for an hour, Su Ruoxi looked at the hard dough that was a little helpless.

"Hey, hey, what should I do next?"

Feng Yifan picked out a rolling pin and said, "For you, the next thing is to roll the dough into a thin dough."

Su Ruoxi took the rolling pin and, following Feng Yifan's instructions, sprinkled some corn flour on the chopping board of the cooking table, and applied the flour evenly with his hands, then turned down the dough that was refrigerated in the basin.

Su Ruoxi reached out and pressed it gently, and found that the dough was different from what she imagined. It was not the soft state of the flour, but a little hard.

After pressing hard for a few times, Su Ruoxi frowned slightly and asked, "This one is so hard, how can it be rolled into dough?"

Feng Yifan did not respond immediately, but opened the lid of the iron bucket. The rich fragrance in the pot instantly rose and filled the entire kitchen. Sniffing the fragrance made Su Ruoxi unable to help swallowing.

Gently skim off some of the foam with a large iron spoon, add the old braised again, and after gently stirring, cover the lid again.

Then, Feng Yifan turned around, came to his wife, and took the rolling pin from his wife's hand.

"This way, I'll roll the skin. You'll be responsible for making the stuff that fills the egg tart skin."

Su Ruoxi also accepted it happily: "Okay, then what should I do?"

Feng Yifan pointed to the refrigerator and said, "Take out the milk from the outermost part of the refrigerator, put it on the heat and heat it. Remember to add some white sugar. I have prepared it. After heating the milk, pour in the egg white and stir evenly."

After instructing his wife, Feng Yifan began to roll the dough, first flattening and flattening it, and then began to roll it up with a rolling pin.

The cookie dough that was refrigerated is indeed a bit hard, and it may not be able to roll it evenly without a single handful of strength.

The key is that it cannot be quickly. It must be rolled out slowly and bit by bit to ensure the overall thickness is even.

When Su Ruoxi saw her husband rolling the dough slowly over and over again, she couldn't help but think: Fortunately, she didn't roll the dough, otherwise it would be really tiring. After opening the refrigerator, she saw a box of milk next to the door of the refrigerator, so she took it out.

Then Su Ruoxi found that there were a lot of fresh things piled up in the large refrigerator in her kitchen, including a lot of strange things.

For example, cauliflower with a weird appearance, there are also a lot of milk and various eggs, including some sauces.

After taking out the milk and closing the refrigerator door, Su Ruoxi asked strangely: "Why are there so many strange things piled up in the refrigerator?"

Feng Yifan raised his head and asked, "What strange thing? Is there something strange in the refrigerator?"

Su Ruoxi pointed to the refrigerator door and said, "You have piled up so many kinds of milk, those sauces, things that seem to be liver, and that cauliflower, how come it looks so strange?"

Feng Yifan heard his wife's words and said with a smile: "Those are also ingredients, but they are rare in China."

Then, Feng Yifan also explained to his wife seriously and told her how to use some of the ingredients.

"Those different kinds of milk need to be prepared for Ruruo and her good friend Yang Xiaoxi, as well as those fruits, and some ingredients, and those things need to be prepared in advance."

Su Ruoxi felt that what her husband said made sense, so she nodded without asking any more questions, and came to her husband with milk.

"I've brought the milk, what should I do next?"

When Feng Yifan heard his wife's question, he was amused and laughed. He thought to himself, "Didn't they tell you all the process?" I forgot so quickly?"

However, seeing his wife's appearance, Feng Yifan could only give a serious explanation.

After listening again, Su Ruoxi roughly understood and waved his hand and said, "Okay, I understand. You can continue rolling the dough, I'll do it, and make sure there is no problem."

That's what she said, but the first step made Su Ruoxi a little difficult, because looking at the big and small pots in the kitchen, she didn't know which pot to use for a moment?

Feng Yifan saw his wife standing in front of a pile of pots in a daze, pointing to a small iron pot hanging on the wall: "Just use that."

Su Ruoxi reached out to take it down, then poured the milk in and placed it on the stove for heating.

During this period, Feng Yifan also reached out and helped to adjust the heat, ensuring that he slowly heated the white sugar in the milk on low heat.

Su Ruoxi was also very serious and used the small iron spoon given to her by Feng Yifan to stir it slowly so that the milk and white sugar could be fully integrated.

Take the heated milk over, and according to Feng Yifan's command, pour the previously separated egg white into the hot milk and stir evenly with a stirrer.

Feng Yifan also instructed: "Don't be too fast, slowly, let the egg white and milk blend together and stir to achieve a little viscosity."

Su Ruoxi nodded and did it seriously as her husband said, while also watching her husband rolling out the skin.

"It doesn't have to be very thin, it's not good if it's too thin. It's about three or four millimeters like this."

Then, Su Ruoxi saw her husband bringing a baking tray and finding tin foil egg tart molds with wrinkled edges.

Su Ruoxi knew very well that the mold of egg tarts was not available at home before: "Why are you ready for everything? Did you buy these? Have you prepared them long ago?"

Feng Yifan smiled and nodded and replied: "Yes, these things were bought back in the past few days."

Su Ruoxi continued to ask in surprise: "You have already thought about what to cook for your daughter every day?"

Feng Yifan shook his head and said, "Of course not, but I thought I would always make these for my daughter, so when I saw it when I went to the market, I bought it in advance."

After saying that, Feng Yifan continued to teach his wife: "You think about it. For these rolled skins, use a round mold that is slightly larger than the egg tart mold to cut them into round breads, and then press them in the mold like this. Remember to press them tightly."

Su Ruoxi also looked at it very seriously, and then made one by herself, and found that this thing was actually not difficult.

After putting all the egg tart crusts into the mold, Su Ruoxi asked: "Next, should we pour this milk into these molds?"

Feng Yifan shook his head and said, "Don't be anxious. First, you have to pass the milk through the screen to filter out some impurities."

Su Ruoxi did the same.

When his wife was making it, Feng Yifan chose some fruits, cut all the fruits into very small particles, and then spread them on the bottom of the egg tart mold.

After laying the fruit diced rice, Feng Yifan said to his wife: "Okay, you can pour the milk in next. Remember not to pour a lot, leave a distance of about two millimeters."

Su Ruoxi immediately asked strangely: "How to ensure 2 mm of this? Is it still measured with a ruler?"

Feng Yifan smiled and reached out his hand, held his wife's hand, gently hugged her wife into her arms, and took her hand to pour the milk into the egg tart crust with her hands.

At first, her husband held her hands like this and hugged her in her arms, making Su Ruoxi's body stiffen, and she subconsciously wanted to break free.

But Feng Yifan's voice sounded in his ears: "Don't move around, you can study hard, can you do it?"

After hearing her husband's words, Su Ruoxi could only let her husband do it step by step. At first, her heartbeat accelerated, but after the first egg tart was poured, she gradually relaxed.

Seeing the amount of milk my husband poured in, there was basically a reference. When the husband wanted to continue to do it step by step, Su Ruoxi decisively refused.

"Okay, I'll have a reference. You can go and check out the meat in your pot. Don't you feel it's sticky and hot?"

Although Feng Yifan was still a little unsatisfied, because he didn't want to make his wife disgusted, he had to let his wife do it himself, and he still told him: "Then you have to be careful. Don't pour too much, otherwise it will be bad when baking later."

Su Ruoxi responded while continuing to pour in the milk: "Okay, I know, it's really long-winded."
Chapter completed!