Controlling the water temperature below fifty degrees can barely emit heat, but not letting the hot soup produce water vapor. In theory, as long as the control is properly, these frozen osmanthus flowers can be "dead trees to spring".

But this matter is easy to say, but it is so difficult to do. Even if Zhou Dong practiced thousands or tens of thousands of times in the kitchen of fortune, he would not dare to say that he was absolutely sure.

Today, we must not miss it. To resolve the Fan family’s chess game invisibly, we must succeed 100%. That’s why Zhou Dong secretly used the legendary vegetable washing skills. Although it was a recipe for the cake, he also secretly improved the quality of these osmanthus flowers a lot.

The big pot was not covered, and the cage was more like a bracket hanging on the water. While Zhou Dong swept his right hand, the heat in the pot had also penetrated into the trunk. The five brothers of Lao Xionggou, who were standing by and watching, immediately smelled a faint fragrance of osmanthus.

"No, the water seems to be more than fifty degrees!"

The cages in the old tavern are not all full. There are two bamboo ears protruding out on the outer ring, which can be fastened to the two protruding cage frames on the inner wall of the pot, so there is still a gap between the outer ring of the cage and the wall of the pot. Yan Xiang saw through the gap that countless small bubbles began to adhere to the wall of the pot submerged pot, and he knew that the water temperature in the pot was high, so he quickly reminded Zhou Dong.

"It's not in the way."

Before Yan Xiang finished speaking, Zhou Dong had already handed into the bucket with ice, and put some ice water in his hand. He pointed his hand and dripped ice water into the pot along his index finger. He didn't see how he aimed, and the ice water dripped down the gap between the cage and the pot wall.

"One drop, two drops..."

Yan Xiang widened his eyes, fearing that he would count the wrong number, so he counted until seven drops before he saw Zhou Dong turn his hand and stop dripping ice water into the pot.

"The bubbles under the water disappeared!"

As the water soup in the pot gradually heats up, the bubbles that appear on the wall of the pot disappear one by one, and no ripples arise on the water surface. At most, there is a slight airflow that is not considered hot steam, and it disappears in an instant.

"Look at what the water temperature is!"

Xiong Buer didn't know where he took out a thermometer and stuffed it directly into Yan Xiang's hand. Today's fate and opportunities belong to Lao Wu, of course, Lao Wu should first discover Zhou Dong's magical means.

“48.5 degrees Celsius!”

When he picked up the thermometer, Yan Xiang was stunned for a moment, subconsciously looked at the heat-baked again, and the buds seemed to be widening larger osmanthus flowers, and he couldn't tell what it felt in his heart.

"Zhentianguo...Is this why he got his name?"

No more or less is just seven drops of ice water. The water temperature control is so accurate that even Yan Xiang has never seen such a method in the divine beggar master!

Including the temperature of the temperature will also affect the water temperature. The Zhou Dynasty's control of water temperature is precisely 0.5-1 degree!

Hot water at fifty degrees will produce water vapor, and this Zhoubeiwang presses the water temperature to about forty-nine degrees, so that the pot can always maintain maximum heat without generating water vapor!

In Yan Xiang's opinion, such a method is already amazing!

"It's time to bloom!"

Zhou Dong tried to warm himself with one hand and dripped ice water into the pot from time to time with the other hand. His quick and accurate method was like a robot.

After about twenty minutes, I suddenly stopped and stopped dripping ice water into the pot, staring at the water surface under the cage, and the water temperature finally exceeded fifty degrees!

Hot steam rushed into the cage, and white mist covered the osmanthus that was almost completely open.

At this moment, Zhou Dong suddenly clapped his hands together and slapped his palms on the ears of the iron pot, and laughed loudly: "Suddenly, like a gust of spring breeze, thousands of osmanthus trees bloomed!"

These osmanthus flowers that were frozen and preserved by Yan Xiang racked their brains, were caught by him and shook their ears. They actually pierced the mist and jumped up from the cage!

“These frozen osmanthus flowers are most taboo to inhale water vapor during the thawing process, because that will dilute the fragrance they should have;

But after all, it is frozen and stored for a long time, and it will still lose some moisture. In fact, it still needs to be added accurately.

But chefs often cannot even prevent moisture from invading, let alone add moisture accurately at the same time, which is almost impossible!

I thought it was just a beautiful wish, but I didn’t expect it to become a reality in front of me!”

Yan Xiang murmured as if he was lost, even his body was shaking slightly.

Isn’t this person the kind of chef the master calls him? When you see such a person, you must ‘put your face aside and hug your thighs’! If it’s not enough to hug one leg, then hug his legs together!

"What are you watching me do like this? Rolling pin!"

Zhou Dong took a bamboo basket and flew into the air. The fragrance still blew on his face, but the osmanthus flowers had fallen into it one after another and were placed on the temporary table built in the courtyard.

After taking the rolling pin handed over by Yan Xiang, Zhou Dong pulled down a ball of dough, pushed and pulled, and pressed it into a long strip. Then he rolled it back and forth with the rolling pin for only two or three times, and it became as thin as a cicada's wing, as if transparent.

Yan Xiang was soaking in the air. The dough contained glutinous rice noodles, which was the easiest to stick to. Even if an ordinary chef gave them enough time, it would be difficult to roll it so thinly. Perhaps only the master of the God Beggar had such a method, right?

Seeing Zhou Dong grab a few osmanthus flowers, gently knead the petals, and sprinkled them on the surface, but instead of rolling them back and pressing them like when cooking oil and fire, it was spread on the surface, and then pulled off a ball of dough, which was thin and transparent, and covered them on the dough with osmanthus flowers.

At this time, two doughs as thin as cicada wings wrapped some petals. Zhou Dong then scattered petals on it and then covered the dough. They continued layer by layer, pressing hundreds of layers, and petals fell between each two layers.

At this time, when I looked in the sunlight, I saw that there seemed to be a long amber placed on the table. There were countless light yellow osmanthus petals scattered in the middle of the amber, which was really like a top work of art.

"This cake hasn't been beaten yet, but it seems like it's been carefully beaten hundreds of times, which is simply unbelievable!"

Although not all the people present are good at the white desk, at least half of them are experts. Naturally, everyone thinks it is not just about appearance, but about the amazing means behind it.

How can glutinous rice be made more delicate and slim without making it?

Not to mention that there is a certain proportion of high-gluten flour added here! But Zhou Dong just stacked the osmanthus into the noodles, which is better than many beaten lard osmanthus cakes. Isn’t it a way out for people to live?

"Don't stand there, help me oil the mallet!"

Zhou Dong said as he picked up the dough shovel and gently pried up the dough with hundreds of layers on one end, then held the end with one hand, and the other hand was slanted like a knife, sticking it on the surface and slashing it backwards!

With a clever force, Zhou Dong took the opportunity to lift the dough, and his arms were skewed in the air, throwing it into the rectangular cake trough.

This kind of cake trough is very similar to the horse food trough that puts grass in a stable. It is rectangular and about three feet deep. After the cake ball is thrown in, the cake beater can use the cake hammer to beat it with a hard hammer. The purpose is to make the various cake flour more delicate and blend with each other, so that the steamed cake tastes better and is more crystal clear.

The more authentic the cake is, the higher the transparency, which means the more skilled the chef is.

The cake trough is a utensil that has been making cakes for many years. It is usually made of pine wood with relatively low density. The cake trough of Yanxiang is made of old pine wood from the northern three provinces. Moreover, for many years, the hole gaps in the cake trough have been filled with cake flour, so it will never stick to the cake. Unlike some new cake troughs, when one hammers down, the cake flour will stick directly to the bottom of the groove, which will make the old chef have a headache.

There is no need to worry about sticking cakes in the cake trough, but the cake hammer has to be applied with lard before each use. This is also a seemingly simple job that tests the skills. If too much oil is applied, the cake will not be able to use force. If there is less oil, the cake will stick to the hammer. It is not much easier to lift the hammer again than pulling radish. Zhou Dong asked Yan Xiang to apply oil because he believed that he was professional enough.

After taking the cake hammer that was oiled with Yan Xiang, Zhou Dong weighed it in his hand and praised: "Good guy!" He didn't need to hold the mallet with both hands. He turned his right hand gently, pulled a flower in the air, and then hit the cake with a light hammer.

"Ba! Tsui Liu--!"

If you are an amateur, this is a pit, and then you should grit your teeth and pull the cake hammer back, which will cause you to get tired and break your waist in one or two strokes.

But Zhou Dong's hammer was very agile, and the sound was crisp when hitting the cake. Obviously, there was no shortage of force, but it did not directly tamp the hole. Then the hammer head slipped and slipped down the cake groove, making a thorny sound.

The power on this hammer was not wasted at all, and it was all applied to the cake.

Moreover, the cake groove shook from beginning to end at the same time. It was obvious that Zhou Dong used even and clever force, and this hammer could withstand ten hammers from others!

Zhou Dong smiled and his wrist flew, and saw the hammer lightly and heavy, left and right, and it looked like a flower-film dance.

When the hammer was so refreshed, everyone felt the oily fragrance at the end of their noses, and the hammer in front of them fell like rain. At the end, my eyes were blurred. I didn’t even see clearly when Zhou Dong had added how much lard was added, when did he add yellow sugar, and how to beat the yellow sugar evenly into the cake body. I don’t know how he turned the cake ball in the groove with one hand and a hammer...

Zhou Dong knew it in his mind. After a total of 108 hammers, he stopped fighting and said to Yan Xiang with a smile: "Master Yan is troubled by the skills of starting cakes, cutting cakes, and steaming cakes, which are all skillful. There should be no problem, right?"

"I dare not be the king of Zhou, please don't call me Master Yan, you're so embarrassed!"

Although the cake has not yet been started, the cake balls in the trough are as crystal clear as crystal. The mottled sunlight penetrates into the cake body, and Yan Xiang can see the flowers in the cake body...

‘Those flowers are hiding quietly in the crystal,

Blooming with light,

My youth and my love are all in these flowers,

If you add a few spoons of lard, that would be awesome...

Lalala, Lalalala, Lalalala..."

At this moment, Yan Xiang suddenly wanted to sing loudly. Master Divine Beggar was right, his opportunity really came!
Chapter completed!