The next day, Gu Anran got up, the seat next to her was already empty, she rubbed her sleepy eyes, touched her forehead, she no longer had a fever.
She walked into the bathroom and knocked on the door. Even though it wasn't an eight o'clock plot, Gu Anran was still just in case. She didn't want to open it and saw something that wasn't for you to see, and then there was a series of dog blood incidents...cough Going far... Politely knocks on the door anyway, doesn't it? ╮(╯_╰)╭
After confirming that no one was inside, Gu Anran went in to wash and wash, and walked out of the room wearing pajamas. Her mother asked her for a week's leave, so she was very leisurely.
By the way, it's past nine o'clock now, and Mu Qingli should have left. No wonder the toilet is empty.
Thinking like this, Gu Anran stepped on the stairs and saw a hot breakfast on the table from a distance, while Mu Qingli, who had disappeared early in the morning, was helping Aunt Zhang bring the milk and juice she wanted to drink in the morning.
Mu Qingli looked up and saw Gu Anran in the stairwell.
"Xiao Ran, wake up! Come and have breakfast!"
"Don't you have to go to class?" Gu Anran quickly walked down the stairs with only a few steps left to come to the dining table.
"I think I overslept anyway, so just ask for leave!" Mu Qingli smiled, without any sense of guilt.
(|||д) Is this still the heroine I know? Where has the good lady gone? What is the swollen sentence of oversleep, so natural, so unconcerned
"Miss Mu came to help me prepare breakfast early in the morning. I'm not exaggerating the craftsmanship, it's quite good!" Aunt Zhang smiled.
"Don't say that, Aunt Zhang, I'm just a student."
The two began to happily discuss the menu, chatting and laughing. Gu Anran said that even the poached eggs would be burnt, and she couldn't get into the topic at all, so what could she do? Express burnt experience? Or is the charred method the best? The table is ashamed, eat breakfast quietly, and reduce my sense of existence... .
Hmm... This millet porridge is delicious... The poached egg is delicious... Lettuce salad... Push it away... .. The freshly baked bread is fluffy and delicious, just spread some jam on it. Mmmm... without the right temperature milk, ah. heaven!
Just when Gu Anran thought that she could enjoy a delicious breakfast easily and comfortably, but the reality is impossible.
So... the topic of course jumped to her.
"Can Xiaoran know how to cook?" Mu Qingli turned his head and asked
"Huh...?" Suddenly being asked a question, Gu Anran was stunned for a moment, and the hand that was going to put the bread also stopped.
Gu Dong... Gu Anran was about to answer when she swallowed the food in her mouth when she heard Aunt Zhang say
"Our young lady doesn't know how to cook, but she is very good at making cookies! All kinds of cookies are delicious, and I used to make some on holidays! It's just that when I get to high school, I seem to be busy with my studies, so I don't have time to make them!" Zhang Auntie looked at Gu Anran with a little pity.
What? Can this body make cookies? Why don't I know? But it's okay, that's it! Thinking like this, Gu Anran almost choked with shock at Mu Qingli's next sentence.
"Really? Xiaoran can make biscuits! I want to eat it too!" Mu Qingli said excitedly, really wanted to eat biscuits made by Xiaoran, really wanted it!
"Yeah! Miss, it's rare that Mrs. invited you for a week, so you can make some cookies. I think both Mr. Gu and Mrs. will be very happy."
Looking at the excited eyes of the two of them, Gu Anran felt a lot of pressure! The original owner is very good at making biscuits, which is great, but... I, no, yes, ah! You want a cooking idiot to make cookies? ! You have a little conscience! (／‵Д′)／~ ╧╧
But of course Gu Anran can't say these words. A person who is very good at making biscuits tells you that she actually doesn't. Wouldn't that be a slap in the face? And it may make the other party resentful!
Is it refusal? Still promise... Gu Anran's forehead left a drop of cold sweat...
Gu Anran's room
"Hahaha, that's how you agreed!" Hong Qingyi laughed unbridled from the other end of the phone.
"What are you laughing at, I'm very troubled now!" Gu Anran whispered through gritted teeth. She just locked herself in the room because she hadn't made biscuits for several weeks and wanted to go back to her room to think. Xiaosheng talked to Hong Qingyi, while The computer in front of him was flickering with different kinds of biscuits, nearly a dozen of them.
Now I can only start the basic things like the process, practice, baking time, etc. of making up the biscuits. Gu Anran has memorized about 80% with a good memory. She chose the simplest thin biscuits, which can be used in other flavors It is loved by the public, so it is the best introductory course for beginners. As for why I recite so much, if Mu Qingli asks what to do, he can't answer a single question!
Knock Knock... After a few knocks on the door, Mu Qingli's voice came in.
"Xiao Ran! The materials are all ready! Have you made up your mind?"
Gu Anran, who was staring at the computer screen, re-read the method of the cake feeling and made sure that she remembered it firmly, and then opened the door and smiled at Mu Qingli.
"Okay, let's go."
"Well, what does Xiao Ran want to do this time?" Mu Qingli asked next to Gu Anran.
"Well, thin cookies! It can be made in different flavors, and can be made in large quantities." The premise is that I can make it...
"Oh! No wonder Aunt Zhang prepared so many things, it turned out to be a lot of flavors!" Mu Qingli made a probable realization.
A lot of things, don't you just need to prepare sugar, flour, water, cream and some utensils? Gu Anran walked into the kitchen with doubts.
Gu Anran "..." I saw what was the chocolate or the lump, not the chocolate powder, the strawberry was the hair, and it was a matcha powder that had not been processed coffee beans one by one, which was the most normal... The portion is too much... by the box... this mmd is playing with me
Fortunately, it was because Gu Anran was stunned for too long, and Aunt Zhang, who was beside him, said strangely.
"Miss, what's wrong, have you forgotten something?"
"No... these things are..." Gu Anran pointed to the boxes
"Hey, Miss, you always insisted on making any seasoning powder yourself. You think that there are pigments on the outside. Except for the matcha powder, which is too difficult, you made everything by yourself. As for the taste... Miss, you are not the favorite, Mrs. Strawberry. I like chocolate and matcha, and Mr. Gu likes coffee, so I prepared these ingredients.”
I wipe! Is the original owner suffering from a diseased brain or is full of food! How can I do this! I'm now wondering if using flour is too demanding for a first-time cake maker and the biggest problem is... I, no, yes, yes!
So... swollen what to do
Gu Anran was very fortunate. There was a tablet embedded in the middle island of the kitchen, which could be checked. Otherwise, Gu Anran would not know how to go back and check these things. Hey, why did I go so hard just now
With the corresponding recipes nearby, Gu Anran spent two hours making strawberry jam, coffee jam and chocolate jam, which was barely acceptable.
However, having two pairs of eyes looking at him and really made him feel a lot of pressure. Fortunately, he didn't need to use a knife. Otherwise, his knife skills were terrible and his cooking skills were terrible. He could barely make ends meet by cooking instant noodles, but with Hong Qingyi The comparison is kitchen waste to gourmet food... .
I didn't expect that I have a talent for food, at least better than cooking... .
Once all the ingredients for the biscuits are ready, start making the biscuits.
Pour the batter into the baking pan, put it in the oven to bake it, because the pancake is thin, so it cannot be baked for too long, just watch the surface of the biscuit turn golden brown!
After waiting for nearly ten minutes, the first batch was completed, and the baking pan was brought to the kitchen. The kitchen was filled with the scent of biscuits, and Gu Anran felt a great sense of accomplishment.
But seeing the nearly 20 iron pans on the island, I feel powerless. How long does it take to bake? It's a matter of days! Don't tell me to eat this for three meals!
"Xiao Ran, I'll put the biscuits on the table outside!" Mu Qingli said to Gu Anran holding the baking tray, it's so fragrant~~
"Okay, remember to blow it with a fan." Gu Anran stirred the batter and nodded. The computer said that she should let her cool down quickly after baking so that the biscuits would be crispy and delicious.
Gu Anran didn't repeat the series of actions of sending the batter to the oven. After the nth batch was baked, the last batch of batter was finally poured out of the baking pan. Gu Anran felt that her hands and feet were about to break, and it was sore to death. Take a look. The clock, it's already six o'clock, it actually took five hours, and it's still doing this kind of "rough work", it's a miracle that he didn't die!
Collapsed on the sofa, looking at the boxes of cookies sitting on the crisper table, there are at least nearly fifty boxes! Won't you vomit
"Xiao Ran, thank you for your hard work!" Mu Qingli wiped Gu Anran's face with a wet towel, looked at the pile of cookies and asked
"Xiao Ran, what flavor do you want to eat?"
Although Aunt Zhang said that Xiao Ran likes strawberries, Gu Anran didn't realize it. When they got along, Gu Anran didn't touch any strawberry dishes. How could he like strawberry chocolate or coffee? It's more realistic.
"I want to eat chocolate and coffee." Gu Anran arrived directly. Aunt Zhang was in the kitchen packing up the utensils she used just now, and preparing dinner by the way. She aggrieved herself to eat strawberry-flavored biscuits to show her anyway, so many biscuits couldn't be seen. !
Enjoying Mu Qingli's feeding and the service of pinching his hands and legs, he was like a lazy cat, and Mu Qingli, who was on the side of Gu Anran, squinted with a doting smile because of his laziness.
Little did they know that the interaction between the two was captured, and Aunt Zhang looked at the photos in her hand and pressed send.
Jingle... Gu's office showed Wang Qinghua's mobile phone vibrating, and then fell silent.