Interstellar Cute Little Husband

"This knife is very heavy, I'll chop it for you." Mu Chen still maintained the posture of circling Mu Yan, and replied briefly, his eyes glanced at the void, with coldness in his mouth.

Although he quickly took it back, No. 5 still saw it, and was startled immediately, and quickly left the kitchen as if fleeing, completely forgetting the great determination it made just now.

"Then, then I'll go and see what's going on with the face." Mu Yan felt the constant warmth from the other party, and felt that if this continues, he might be directly warmed by the other party's warmth. , it would be embarrassing.

The corners of Mu Chen's mouth slightly raised, seeing Mu Yan's embarrassed and shy expression, he became in a good mood, worried that teasing him would backfire, so he let him go appropriately.

Leaving Mu Chen's embrace, Mu Yan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, secretly ignoring the loss in his heart, then ran to the basin of the nutrition powder, and checked the fermentation of the nutrition powder.

Nutritional powder has more functions than Mu Yan imagined. After replacing flour, it is not only stronger than flour, but also faster and better than flour when fermented.

In just a short period of time now, the dough for the nutritional powder has grown several times larger than before, and the entire basin is almost unable to hold it.

Mu Yan stretched out his hand and poked the nutrition powder. He felt that it was almost fermented, so he poured out the whole pot of nutrition powder dough, covered it with a layer of nutrition powder to prevent it from sticking to his hands, and then began to knead the dough, kneading it into a big dough. White and fat, very gratifying.

Cut a small piece from the big dough, and Muyan wrapped it well, and used it as the old dough that will act as the baking powder in the future.

Then cut another piece, pinch it into a long cylindrical shape with both hands, and then cut it into medium-sized doses, flatten each dose with the palm of your hand, and roll them into small round cakes with a rolling pin , thin on both sides and thick in the middle, so the bun skin is ready.

On the other side, Mu Chen's meat has also been chopped. Seeing this, Mu Yan couldn't help but lament the essential difference between a brother and a man. If he were to chop the meat, it would probably take more than twice as long. Maybe the size of the chopping is uneven, how can it be finely chopped like it is now.

Mu Yan mixed the meat and shiitake mushrooms together, then added a little salt, oil and pepper, and placed it next to the chopping board, which is more convenient for wrapping.

Mu Yan picked up a round dough, scooped up some fillings with a spoon and put them in the middle of the bun skin, then flipped his fingers and began to wrinkle them flexibly. After a while, a white, fat and pleasant bun was on Mu Yan's side. Hands were born.

In a short period of time, Mu Yan has skillfully wrapped several buns, Mu Chen has been standing by the side watching, and then joined the ranks of making buns.

At the beginning, Mu Chen's movements were relatively unfamiliar, so Mu Yan patiently instructed him how to wrinkle and how to wrap the edges. Soon, Mu Chen became more and more proficient in doing it, and his speed was not even lost to Mu Yan.

"Wow, Ah Chen, you are so good, you make the buns so fast." Mu Yan couldn't help admiring when he looked at the buns on the curtain that were of the same size as if they came out of the same mold.

Even if they are the veterans who know how to make buns the most, the buns they make are not as good-looking as Ah Chen's. Ah Chen is indeed the best.

A sense of pride rose in Mu Yan's heart.

Because of Mu Chen's joining, the speed of making buns is much faster, and all the nutritional powder that has been sent out is quickly finished, and the buns are neatly arranged on the curtain, which makes people feel very happy. Have an appetite.

The steamer for steaming steamed buns is also provided by the system, but these were all included when the kitchen utensils were exchanged for the first time.

Put the steamed buns on the steamer and start to heat up the fire. After about 20 minutes, Mu Yan checked the doneness of the steamed buns. He reached out and patted the steamed buns. It was no longer sticky, which meant that the steamed buns were cooked and ready to serve. The pot is gone.

Of course, Mu Chen did the cooking process. After all, the temperature was very high when the pot was first started. Mu Chen was worried that it would burn Mu Yan, so he took over the job himself.

The moment the steamer was opened, the fragrance of pasta burst out immediately, making the mouth watering, and even No. 5, who was scared away by Mu Chen before, flew back.

"Yanyan, Yanyan, is Baozi ready?" No. 5's eyes were fixed on Baozi. Although the shape and appearance were somewhat familiar, it did not affect its appetite.

Mu Yan looked at No. 5, looking at the steamed stuffed bun, and then at No. 5. He couldn't help covering his mouth and chuckling. If No. 5 was placed in the middle of the buns, if he didn't look carefully, he might not be able to find him. .

"Achen, try it and see how it tastes?" For the first time, Mu Yan ignored No. 5's begging for food, but handed the first bun to today's biggest hero.

Mu Chen was not too polite, took the bun, took a bite, the skin was thin and filling, full of fragrance, the thick meat and the fragrance of mushrooms complement each other, plus the blend of bun skin, oily but not greasy, very delicious.

Even though he has eaten many meals made by Mu Yan before, Mu Chen still feels amazing when eating this bun.

He never thought that a small nutritional powder combined with other ingredients could make so many different flavors of food, which made him feel like the first few decades of their lives were all in vain.

Of course, Mu Chen is not alone who feels this way, most of the customers who have eaten the scallion pancakes made by Mu Yan think so.

"It's delicious." Although Mu Chen only gave a three-word evaluation, Mu Yan knew that this was already a very high evaluation from Mu Chen. If he said it was delicious, it meant it was really delicious.

So he happily took one and took a bite. The fragrance was still sweet with the dough, so he couldn't help but eat one after another.

In the past, during Chinese New Year, my family would also make steamed buns, but the quantity was limited, and I often gave them to my father and younger brother. It was already very good for him to eat one and taste it. How can I eat as much as I am now? enjoyable.

No. 5 saw Mu Yan and Mu Chen eating happily, but no one noticed it, and immediately became anxious, ignoring that Mu Chen was still here. all over

Oil.

Mu Chen glanced at the steamed stuffed bun that was bitten off out of thin air, and continued to eat as if he didn't see anything.

"Ah Chen, what do you think of us starting to sell buns tomorrow?" Mu Yan was full and satisfied, and finally remembered the business.

After selling the scallion pancakes for more than a month, Mu Yan felt that everyone should be tired of eating them (everyone: no!), if the taste changed, maybe more people would come to buy them, and he also wanted to make more steamed stuffed buns It's better to upgrade.

It was originally discussed that it would only be sold at the market, but when the scallion pancakes were sold, people would come and queue early every day.

So it became to do some sales every day. Anyway, the quantity is not too much, and it is not tiring to do it, and it does not delay picking other jobs, so Mu Yan persisted.

"Everything you cook is delicious, and they will like whatever you do." Mu Chen said dotingly.

"Then let's make more steamed buns and sell them tomorrow. Originally, if we had rice, we could make some porridge and sell them together. It's best to eat steamed buns and drink porridge." Mu Yan recalled the snack bars that he saw in town before. The breakfast here is basically steamed buns with porridge, or some tofu nao.

It's a pity that he hasn't encountered any of these, neither rice nor soybeans, so he can only think about porridge or tofu nao for the time being, and of course he doesn't know how to make tofu nao.

Even though they didn't stir-fry any dishes for this meal, everyone still ate very satisfyingly, their stomachs were as round as before, and they were not as promising as before, so full that they couldn't even walk.

Number five was lying limply on the curtain, unable to fly at all, the whole ball was like a big bun.

After about half an hour, his stomach finally felt less full. Mu Yan stood up and walked back and forth to speed up his digestion. Then he delivered the noodles for tomorrow and adjusted the fillings.

This time, Muyan made two kinds of fillings, one is meat filling with mushrooms and pork, and the other is vegetarian fillings with mushrooms and amaranth, so that people who like different tastes can choose.

The pork is still chopped by Mu Chen. Mu Chen is chopping the meat here, and Mu Yan is kneading the noodles and adjusting the vegetarian stuffing on the other side. Neither of them spoke, and the whole kitchen only had the sound of chopping meat. , but the picture is unusually harmonious.

The next day, when Mu Yan woke up and came to the kitchen after washing, he found that Mu Chen had already wrapped many buns, and suddenly, his misty eyes woke up.

"Achen, why do you get up so early?" Mu Yan looked at the pot of minced meat that almost bottomed out, which shows how early the other party got up.

"I couldn't fall asleep, so I got up. I've almost finished wrapping one pot, and the time has been cut in half. You can go to sleep again. When I finish wrapping the other pot, I can just go out of the stall." Mu Chen smiled and wanted to knead. Rubbing Mu Yan's smooth hair, but seeing the nutrition powder in his hand, he gave up the idea.

Mu Yan shook his head and said, "No, I'll pack it with you.

Although today will be finished some time earlier, how could he leave Mu Chen to make buns by himself and go to sleep by himself.

Mu Chen didn't try to persuade them either, the two of them made buns one by one and rolled dough by the other, and cooperated with each other, the cooperation was perfect, even the timing was very accurate.

The work was completed an hour earlier than usual, so Mu Yan also decided to open the door for sale earlier. Anyway, there are already many customers lined up at the door.

After the name of the scallion pancake was announced, many people from the nearby villages would also come here admiringly.

Scallion pancakes have always been limited, and the villagers of Taohua Village often quarrel with people from other villages because of this. They dislike them for taking up the limited quota of purchases, and some people can't buy them at all.

Therefore, every time people from other villages come to Peach Blossom Village, the villagers of Peach Blossom Village act as if they are facing a big enemy, and they are unanimous. Villagers, the first team is from other villages.

When the first cage of buns was steamed, Mu Yan picked up the buns into the small wooden basket that had been prepared, then covered them with a white cloth, and asked Mu Chen to carry them out and put them on the table for sale.

Mu Yan was not very good at dealing with customers, and in his previous life, men were basically the ones who showed up in public, so Mu Yan naturally gave up this job to Mu Chen, while he concentrated on it. in the curtain

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When Mu Chen came out with the familiar wooden basket, those customers who were still arguing were suddenly as excited as chicken blood, and stood in front of the table one after another, without any organization, and started to line up spontaneously.