Su Ruoxi took out the dough that had been refrigerated in the refrigerator for an hour and felt a little helpless when she saw the hardened dough.
"Hey, hey, hey, what should we do next?"
Feng Yifan picked out a rolling pin and said, "Here you go. Next, you need to roll the dough into a thin sheet."
Su Ruoxi took the rolling pin and, following Feng Yifan's instructions, sprinkled some corn flour on the chopping board and spread it evenly with her hands, then turned the refrigerated dough in the bowl upside down.
Su Ruoxi reached out and pressed it gently, and found that the dough was different from what she had imagined. It was not as soft as a dough ball, but a little hard.
After pressing it hard for a few times, Su Ruoxi frowned slightly and asked, "This is so hard, how can I roll it into dough?"
Feng Yifan did not respond immediately, but opened the lid of the iron bucket. The rich aroma from the pot instantly rose up and filled the entire kitchen. Smelling the fragrance made Su Ruoxi swallow her saliva.
Use a large iron spoon to gently skim off some of the foam, add the old brine again, stir gently, and then cover the lid again.
Then, Feng Yifan turned around, walked to his wife's side, and took the rolling pin from her hand.
"How about this, I'll roll out the dough, and you'll be responsible for making the fillings inside the tart shell."
Su Ruoxi also accepted it happily: "Okay, then what should I do?"
Feng Yifan pointed at the refrigerator and said, "Take out the milk from the outermost part of the refrigerator and heat it in a pot over the fire. Remember to add some sugar. I have prepared it. After the milk is heated, pour in the egg white and stir well."
After instructing his wife, Feng Yifan began to roll out the dough. He first flattened the dough with force, and then began to roll it vigorously with a rolling pin.
The cookie dough is indeed a bit hard after being refrigerated, and it may not be possible to roll it evenly without a lot of strength.
The key is not to roll it out too quickly, but to roll it out slowly, little by little, to ensure that the overall thickness is even.
Su Ruoxi saw her husband rolling the dough slowly and hard over and over again, and couldn't help thinking: Fortunately, I didn't roll the dough, otherwise it would be really tiring. She opened the refrigerator and saw a box of milk next to the door of the refrigerator, so she took it out.
Then Su Ruoxi discovered that there were a lot of fresh things piled up in the large refrigerator in her own kitchen, including many strange things.
For example, there are some strange-looking cauliflowers, a lot of milk and various eggs, including some sauces.
After taking out the milk and closing the refrigerator door, Su Ruoxi asked curiously, "Why are there so many strange things piled in the refrigerator?"
Feng Yifan raised his head and asked, "What's the strange thing? Is there anything strange in the refrigerator?"
Su Ruoxi pointed at the refrigerator door and said, "You piled so many different kinds of milk, and those sauces, and what looks like liver, and that cauliflower, why does it look so weird?"
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 carefully explained to his wife and told her how to use some of the ingredients.
"Those different types of milk are for making cakes for Ruoruo and her good friend Yang Xiaoxi. Also, there are fruits and some ingredients. 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 went to her husband with the milk.
"The milk is here, what should we do next?"
Feng Yifan was a little amused when he heard his wife's question. He thought to himself, didn't I tell you the whole process? You forgot it so quickly
However, seeing his wife's expression, Feng Yifan could only explain it seriously again.
After listening to it again, Su Ruoxi roughly understood it, waved her hand and said, "Okay, I understand, you continue to roll the dough, I'll do it, I guarantee there will be no problem."
Although she said so, Su Ruoxi found it difficult to take the first step. Looking at the large and small pots in the kitchen, she didn't know which pot to use.
Feng Yifan saw his wife standing in front of a pile of pots in a daze, and pointed at a small iron pot hanging on the wall: "Use that one."
Su Ruoxi reached out to take it down, then poured the milk in and put it on the stove to heat it.
During this time, Feng Yifan also reached out and helped adjust the fire, ensuring that the white sugar in the milk was slowly heated and melted over low heat.
Su Ruoxi also stood beside the pot very seriously, stirring it slowly with the small iron spoon given to her by Feng Yifan so that the milk and white sugar could be fully blended.
The heated milk was brought over, and according to Feng Yifan's instructions, the previously separated egg white was poured into the hot milk and stirred evenly with a blender.
Feng Yifan also warned: "Don't do it too fast, slowly, let the egg white and milk blend together, and stir until it has a little bit of viscosity."
Su Ruoxi nodded and did what her husband said very seriously, while watching her husband roll out the dough.
"It doesn't have to be very thin. Too thin is not good either. About three or four millimeters is fine."
Then, Su Ruoxi saw her husband bring a baking tray and found some tinfoil egg tart molds with ruffled edges.
Su Ruoxi knew very well that the egg tart mold was not available at home before: "How come you have prepared everything? Did you buy these too? Did you prepare them a long time ago?"
Feng Yifan smiled and nodded and replied: "Yes, these things were bought in the past few days."
Su Ruoxi continued to ask in surprise: "Have you already thought about what to cook for your daughter every day?"
Feng Yifan shook his head and said, "Of course not, but I thought that I would always make these for my daughter, so when I saw them at the market, I bought them in advance."
After that, Feng Yifan continued to teach his wife: "Look, these rolled doughs, use a round mold that is slightly larger than the egg tart mold, cut them into round dough pieces, and then press them into the mold like this, remember to press them tightly."
Su Ruoxi also watched it very carefully, and then made one herself, and found that this thing was actually not difficult.
After all the egg tart crusts were put into the molds, Su Ruoxi asked: "Next, should we pour the milk into these molds?"
Feng Yifan shook his head and said, "Don't worry, first put the milk through a sieve to filter out some impurities."
Su Ruoxi did the same.
While his wife was doing it, Feng Yifan selected some fruits, cut them into very small pieces, and then spread them on the bottom of the egg tart mold.
After laying out the diced fruit, Feng Yifan said to his wife, "Okay, now you can pour the milk in. Remember not to pour too much, leave about two millimeters of space."
Su Ruoxi was immediately surprised and asked, "How can we ensure 2 millimeters? Do we need a ruler to measure it?"
Feng Yifan smiled and reached out his hand, held his wife's hand, gently embraced his wife in his arms, and guided his wife to pour the milk into the egg tart crust.
At first, when her husband held her hand like this and held her in his arms, Su Ruoxi's body stiffened and she subconsciously wanted to break free.
But Feng Yifan's voice rang in his ears: "Don't move around, study hard, okay?"
Su Ruoxi listened to her husband and had no choice but to let him do it step by step. Her heart beat faster at first, but after the first egg tart was poured, she gradually relaxed.
Looking at the amount of milk her husband poured in, she basically had a reference. When her husband wanted to continue doing it himself, Su Ruoxi decisively refused.
"Okay, I just need a reference. Go check the meat in your pot. Don't leave it here. It's so sticky, don't you feel hot?"
After being pushed away by his wife, Feng Yifan still felt a little unsatisfied, but because he didn't want to offend his wife, he had to let her do it herself, and he didn't forget to remind her: "Then you have to be careful, don't pour too much, otherwise it will be bad when you bake it later."
Su Ruoxi continued to pour the milk and replied, "Okay, I know, you're really nagging."