When going upstairs, Mag heard the sound of 'rustling' from the egg wrapped in a small blanket again, and looked back, with a smile on his face, wondering if he was frightened by Amy's words just now.
After a good night's sleep, Mag was woken up by the alarm clock stuffed under the pillow at five o'clock the next morning. She turned off the alarm clock as quickly as possible, got up softly, changed her clothes, washed up and went downstairs, and went into the kitchen to make braised pork .
Braised meat needs to be stewed for two hours, so it is necessary to get up early, and although Mag's dough kneading technique has improved, it will take a long time to knead two large portions of soft dough.
Mag practiced countless times in the God of Cooking Proving Ground until he made a pork bun with cured sauce that satisfied even the most picky him in his previous life. Mag was very serious.
The pork belly that has been marinated all night is actually almost too late, but apart from him and Amy eating by themselves this morning, he is only going to make a few for Mo Bai and the others to try.
To actually write it on the menu and start selling it to the outside world, of course, all the conditions must be perfect.
Maintaining the stability of the taste of dishes is one of the basic requirements of Michelin restaurants, and now it is also the requirement of Mag for his own restaurant.
Of course, money still needs to be collected, and letting them taste new products in advance is one of the conditions for crowdfunding before.
Mag, who was wearing an apron, had a serious expression on his face. He quickly picked up the large piece of marinated pork belly in the pot, and made it in strict accordance with the best steps and time that he summed up yesterday, as well as the amount of various seasonings and spices. Then, after turning off the low heat and cooking, start kneading the dough to make the dough.
Kneading dough is indeed a laborious task, but fortunately Mag has slowly figured out a method that can save a little effort and knead the dough well in the trial ground. However, there were two breaks between the two balls of dough, and he still kneaded them for an hour.
After making the dough and putting it aside, Mag didn't rush to bake it. She glanced at her watch, and it was already 7:5.
The stewed pork will be cooked for another fifteen minutes, and Amy, who is usually up at this meeting, has not woken up yet, so he had to wash his hands, take off his apron and go upstairs.
Mag entered the room, and Amy closed her eyes, as if she was still asleep.
However, her slightly trembling long eyelashes and the corners of her mouth that couldn't hold back her smile showed that things were not that simple.
"Huh? It seems that there is still a little fairy who hasn't woken up. How can I wake her up?" Mag stood beside the bed and said with a smile, looking a bit distressed.
Amy secretly opened her eyes and glanced at Mag, then closed them immediately, and said with a slightly sideways face, "The little fairy said that you won't wake up until your father kisses you."
"Oh, so that's the case, then our little fairy wakes up." With the original expression on her face, Mag walked over and leaned down to kiss Amy's cheek lightly.
"The little fairy is awake!" Amy opened her eyes all of a sudden, put her hands around Mag's neck, and stood up giggling while hanging on his neck. After standing up straight, she was full of happiness and joy. Looking forward to looking at him, he asked, "Father, is the cake that is a hundred times better than sweet shortbread ready?"
"It's almost there, but it's the best when it's just out of the oven. Xiaomi changed clothes, washed up and went downstairs, and it's almost done." Mag smiled and nodded, feeling happy in the morning, and took a look. The little black skirt on the side said in his heart: "System, I want to buy a little purple skirt, the cuter one, pay in cash."
This time the system didn't even say a word, and a whole page of hundreds of small dresses appeared in Mag's mind, from top to bottom, with prices ranging from 1 to 500 gold coins.
"Just the one that costs ten gold coins." Mag glanced at the dress inlaid with amethysts and priced at five hundred gold coins. A little purple skirt embroidered with golden and red bauhinia flowers, with a layer of tulle on the outside of the skirt.
"Okay, Xiaomi will change clothes now." Amy's eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly.
"I prepared new clothes for Xiaomi, let's see if I like them." Mag listened to the system confirming that the clothes were in place, walked to the closet with a smile, looked back at Amy and said.
"Really?" Amy's face was full of expectation.
Mag opened the closet, took out the little skirt hanging inside, walked to the bed, held it in front of her and smiled, "Do you like it?"
"It's so beautiful, and it's purple. Xiaomi likes it very much." Amy looked at the little skirt, her eyes were full of surprises, she happily jumped on the bed a few times, kissed Mag's face on tiptoe, and nodded. : "Father, Xiaomi loves you."
"I love Xiaomi too, come on, let's try new clothes." Mag was also very happy, and helped Amy change into new clothes.
There are some beautiful lines on the upper body, and the golden-red bauhinia flower on the chest is eye-catching, and there is a layer of purple gauze outside the hem of the pleated skirt.
Amy turned around on the bed, looked down at the purple tulle floating up, with a surprised expression, and played for a while before stopping.
Mag looked at Amy, who was cute like a little angel in a little skirt, and smiled and reached out to touch Amy's head, "Let's go, put on your shoes, and then go wash up. Father will go downstairs and make you cakes."
"Okay." Amy nodded obediently, and went down the small stairs by herself, put on her white shoes to wash up.
Mag sneaked a peek at Amy who was squeezing toothpaste by herself. It seemed that she didn't have to worry about daily washing in the future, so she went downstairs.
Turn off the fire of the stewed meat at the right time, and put the prepared dough dough on the preheated oven. Mag thought for a while, and put sixteen of them in time to fill an entire oven.
After a while, Amy came down from upstairs after washing. She stood at the door of the kitchen and looked in. She could already smell the rich and attractive aroma of stewed meat. She sniffed it hard and said curiously, "It smells so good, my lord father." , What is this? It tastes completely different from rainbow fried rice."
"Xiaomi sit down first, you will know after a while." Mag turned back and said with a smile, keeping it a secret.
"Okay, then I'll go see the ugly duckling first." Amy nodded, turned around, walked to the counter and squatted down, listened for a while, and then patted the blanket again: "Ugly duckling, get up quickly, Come out obediently today, or I will roast and eat you right now."
"Shusha...Shusha..." A voice suddenly came from the originally quiet big egg, which sounded a little anxious.
"Well, that's right, keep working hard." Amy nodded and encouraged.
The rustling sound became more urgent, as if he was afraid that he would be roasted and eaten if he didn't be more active.
In the kitchen, Mag smiled and shook his head. Although he thought his girl was cute, the little guy in the big egg was also a little pitiful.
With a thin knife in his hand, he slid across the edge of the baked Baijimo, took out a piece of braised meat from the pot, chopped it on the cutting board, stuffed it all into the meat bun with the opening, scooped a small spoonful of bacon The juice is poured on the meat, and an authentic Roujiamo with cured sauce is completed.
"Xiaomi, the Rougamo in Cured Sauce, which is a hundred times better than sweet crispbread, is ready, come and try it." Mag walked out of the kitchen with Rougamo in one hand and a plate in the other.