The amount of a long anger is an indeterminate number, and it depends entirely on the individual.

At this time, Father Yan has been controlling the amount of long anger, judging by the amount of flour and how much is needed...

He is constantly experimenting and getting familiar with it.

By the time he had control, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening.

Yan Qinghang went into the kitchen and saw that his father had not yet made a pot of pie, and constantly wondered about a wislful long anger, and some were surprised.

“Son, when are you coming in?”

As soon as he looked up, he saw the son standing on the side and asked, “Yes, what time is it?”

"Twelve-pour."He looked at his watch and said.

“It’s more than twelve o’clock?”

The father asked, “So fast?”How do I feel for an hour or two?”

“Dad, late at night, come back tomorrow?”The blue sky asked.

“Come on, fast.”Father Yan said, asking, “Yes, how do you control the amount of long anger?”

“How to control?”

He thought about it and said, “I feel it, I feel it.”

“The feeling?”

The father frowned, as if that were true.

When you cook, you can't count how much oil and how much salt you put, everything is your own feeling.

This feeling depends on practicing more.

“Dad, are you going to stay all night?”The blue sky asked.

Father Yan nodded and said, "Go home first, tell your mother, and say that I will not go home tonight."

“Also.”

Yan Qinghai hesitated to say.

Time passed a little, and Father Yan did not know when the son left, in short, when he looked up, the son was no longer in the kitchen.

But at this time, he finally took control of the amount, thinking in his heart for a lifetime, and immediately a wislful ray of glare flowed into his hands.

“This anger is in the water...”

The father looked at the long anger at his fingertips and slowly integrated it into the water.

However, even if he can be angry with the controller, he can't evenly integrate into the ingredients.

It depends on practicing more and feeling.

Hip-

There was a smoke in the pot, and I saw that the water was gone.

“Did the water explode?”

The father was surprised and tired.

I don’t know how many times I’ve blown up tonight, and I feel like I’m doing alchemy instead of making a pie.

The explosion...

An hour passed, or two hours passed, and I didn’t know how many times it had exploded.

At this time, the father felt very tired, as if he had used up his strength.

Rest for a while first.

Father Yan thought so in his heart, and walked out of the kitchen and walked out of the guest room.

He looked up and saw that it was light.

At this time, Yan Qingyue just walked up to the stone platform, saw his father came out of the guest house with fatigue, and asked, "Dad, you will not do one night?"

Father nodded bitterly and said, "It still failed."

"Dad, don't hurry, take it slow."Yan Qingkang said, quickly walk up, "Dad, first eat some energy, and then rest for a while."

He immediately brought out a few dishes of long-time vegetables.

Father Yan did not eat up politely, and then went to the fourth floor bedroom to rest for a while, about two hours later, and then went into the kitchen again busy.

In the blink of an eye, another day passed.

In the kitchen of the long-term inn.

The father is pouring water and face, the spirit is highly concentrated, dare not have the slightest distraction.

After a moment, the face is fine.

Call –

He was slightly relieved, this side is considered and successful, just waiting to wake up.

In the past two days, I do not know how many times I have done it again and again, and the father finally feels it.

When he waited to wake up, he quickly went to prepare the filling, and after spending some effort, the filling successfully blended into the long anger and exuded a faint fluorescence.

At this time, the dough gradually radiated a slight fluorescence.

"When you wake up, you can moisten."

Father Yan quickly rubbed the dough into a piece of skin, and then like a bag, put the filling into a well-bred leather and wrapped it up, and then flattened into a large cake.

After the cake, the fluorescence dissipated.

He only does about ten quantities at a time, and he dares not do too much at once, otherwise he will explode into carbon.

“It has to succeed!”

Father Yan firmly held his fist tightly, and he had failed too much.

In fact, Yan Qinghang did this step, has taken more than ten days, and he only took more than two days...

At this time, Yan father put a little oil in the pot, and put a little oil in the stove, and put it into the cake after the oil was hot, and the action was very careful.

“The nuisance—”

After a moment, one side of the pie gradually spreads and begins to emit cake.

At this moment, he was nervous and his eyes did not dare to blink.

“Oh, hey!”

One of the pies suddenly became black charcoal.

This was in his expectation.

“There are nine!”

His nerves tightened up, and he quickly removed the black charcoal and carefully controlled the fire.

“Oh, hey!”

“There are eight!”

The Father’s spirit is highly concentrated.

At this time, he could see that his forehead had ooze fine sweat beads.

"The flowers on this side are almost the same."His speed was fast, just a few seconds to turn the pie to the other side.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

When two low noises arose, I saw two pies turned black charcoal.

“There are six!”

For a moment, the other side of the pie also shrugged, and the father quickly changed the middle fire to a small fire, and waited until the pie was slowly cooked.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Two consecutive lows sounded.

“There are four!”

Father Yan was extremely expectant and nervous, his eyes were fixed on the pie, and he felt that he was about to succeed.

“It smells good!”

For a moment, the remaining four pies suddenly emitted a faint fluorescence.

Moreover, a pie fragrance became more and more intense, pervading the whole kitchen, so that he could not help swallowing the water.

It’s so fragrant, it’s tasty.

In a few seconds, the light fluorescence became brighter and brighter, gradually turning into a light red.

“Successful?”

The father saw the great joy and was excited in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, the light red of the pie is converted into a light red.

It succeeded!

Finally succeeded!

Father Yan was extremely excited and excited, and did not waste his two days of hard work, and he could not control his emotions and shouted: "Haha, finally succeeded, son, your father finally succeeded!"

Then quickly remove the firewood and put the pie on the saucer.

Although Yan Qinghe is not in the kitchen, he is still in the long-life inn, and he heard the shouts in the kitchen, and even hurried into it.

Was it successful in two days?

He was surprised, but he used it for ten days.

“Four?”

After Yan Qingkang walked in, he saw his father successfully made four pies, and his heart was slightly surprised, was his father born a chef?

“How is it?”

Father Yan said excitedly, like a treasure to send the dish.

“Dad is great!I tried it for a few days before I succeeded.”The glare had to be admired, which was a bit of an accident.

"Come and taste your father's work."Father was happy to laugh.

When he reached out, the pie suddenly flew away.

At this time, the father of Yan was a little frothed, and his own pie, which he had painstakingly made, actually flew away?

What is this?

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