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Chapter 150 Black Bean Cake

"That..." Peng Bai didn't know what to call the rich man who was tall but not handsome in front of him, so he had to vaguely call him, then pointed to the cake and said, "This cake looks very good, but if it is combined with the name, it seems that there is still some things missing!"

After hearing Peng Bai's words, Xue Lingbing immediately widened her eyes and stared at Peng Bai. This feeling made Peng Bai feel if he had become the enemy of this rich young master if he said something wrong.

"Zhiyin! Oh my god! I finally found someone who understands this. What's your name? Oh! Xiaobai, right? Xiaobai, please help me think about what should be added to it? I originally wanted to use cream to make the brown color and then act as the branches of plum blossoms, but it doesn't mean it all." Xue Lingbing grabbed Peng Bai's fat hand excitedly and asked.

"Does this family have the habit of catching people?" Peng Bai thought with some depression. In the car, Old Man Xue Ridong grabbed his hand.

"That, you can use black bean cake to carve into plum blossom branches, and the taste will be very good." Peng Bai pulled back his hand without Xue Lingbing's attention and said.

"Black bean cake? How to make it? Teach me." Xue Lingbing grabbed Peng Bai's hand again, then pulled Peng Bai directly and walked inward.

Regarding the methods of making cakes and snacks, as well as flavors, Peng Bai's knowledge is only on the books. In the primeval forest, there are many books on cooking skills of the elderly, including the production of cakes and snacks and the taste of the ingredients. Now, when you try it in practice, Peng Bai is a little at a loss.

This is a kitchen that stunned Peng Bai. Peng Bai never imagined that a kitchen could be like this. Various high-tech equipment is placed in this room of 40 square meters, micro-controlled smart refrigerator, all-round silent range hood, full set of baking equipment comparable to cake shops, etc. The pure white cabinets are like small wine cabinets carved from a whole piece of white jade. The most exaggerated one is the stove. It was the first time that Peng Bai saw six stoves placed side by side!

"How to make black bean cake?" Xue Lingbing asked excitedly, rubbing her hands.

"Of course, black bean cake is made of black beans. Do you have black beans here?" Peng Bai felt his blood boiling when he saw that the shelves were very complete. Seeing that Peng Bai could not imagine, he felt that there were no kitchen utensils that Peng Bai could not see. No wonder, this guy Peng Bai seemed to be destined to be born for the kitchen career.

"Hei Dou? Wait a moment, I'll go and ask!" Xue Lingbing nodded and immediately ran to the side of the phone.

"Wait for two minutes and you'll be sent here soon." Xue Lingbing said excitedly.

Peng Bai likes this handsome young master of the rich family a little, because this young master of the rich family also likes cooking. Although it is not cooking, it is just making cakes, but it is all considered a cooking skill!

Sure enough, two minutes later, a middle-aged woman wearing a white chef's robe ran in with a small pot of black beans.

"I'll teach me how to do it." Xue Lingbing took the small basin directly and stuffed it into Peng Bai's hand. It seemed that she was really impatient.

"Do you have a mill here?" Peng Bai asked. He saw from the book that the ingredients for making black bean cake are of course black beans, and if black beans want to turn them into black bean cake, the first step is to grind them.

"Miller? What?" Xue Lingbing asked strangely. He had never even heard of this term.

"The function of the mill is to grind the beans into powder." Peng Bai sighed in his heart. It was indeed a rich young master, and he had never even heard of such a basic farm tool.

"Just use this!" Xue Lingbing pointed to a machine on the table that looked similar to a juicer and said to Peng Bai.

"Oh! I won't do it for you." Peng Bai handed the small bowl back to Xue Lingbing and said.

The things produced by the machine are indeed better than those produced by manual work. When the black beans enter the machine, what comes out is powdery stuff like flour.

There is no need to make dough with Peng Bai. Xue Lingbing makes cakes every day. If she doesn’t even know how to dough with dough, she might as well hit the tofu and die.

"Wait a minute." Peng Bai saw Xue Lingbing getting into the state, as if he was making a cake, preparing to put the cured black bean cubes into the oven, and quickly stopped him.

"Ah! Haha! Sorry, I'm too involved." Xue Lingbing was stunned, and then she remembered that there was someone around her! She said embarrassedly.

"Your method of getting along with each other is wrong." Peng Bai said to Xue Lingbing.

"What? The method of kneading is wrong?" Xue Lingbing asked angrily. He has liked to make flour since he was a child. For this, he also joined the school's smallest cake department when he was in college to learn to make cakes. To say that his method is wrong, wouldn't it mean that he has denied all his previous studies and efforts!

"Yes, you have some problems with your dough technique." Peng Baicong, who was surprised and slightly angry, grabbed the small basin containing black bean cubes from Xue Lingbing's hand, and then buckled the small basin to the chopping board.

"This is how you knead the dough just now." Peng Bai kneaded the black bean dough vigorously according to Xue Lingbing's dough technique he saw just now.

"This is what the chef's riverside I see is." Peng Bai continued to demonstrate.

Xue Lingbing Riverside is actually no different from the regular chef's method of riverside, but Peng Bai just felt something was wrong. Peng Bai thought for a long time and finally realized that it is the same as noodles and chopping vegetables. It takes the power of waist to use the strength of the whole body. However, because Peng Bai is too fat, the method of kneading the side side is not applicable to him at all.

"Hehe! Your method is not wrong, I read it wrong." Peng Bai smiled embarrassedly.

In fact, the method of dough is quite simple. First, it is the positioning method. You must be slightly sideways so that you can use waist strength to the greatest extent. Then, in terms of the technique, according to the habit of right-handed, the left hand is used to adjust the position of the dough, while the right hand is used to grab the dough first and then press it down with force. Some dough masters also use throwing, knocking, smashing, kneading and other means to disperse the gluten inside the dough, making the dough softer and the finished product is more compatible.

"But..." Peng Bai was a little angry when he saw Xue Lingbing, and hurriedly shouted.

"But what?" Xue Lingbing felt that this fat man was teasing him. He, a rich young master who was loved by many people, had never been so angry. He was about to get angry, but he was blocked by Peng Bai, who was observing his expression.

"But although the techniques are the same, your strength is too small. Kneading dough is also a technique. If you want the pastry you make taste better, you have to put a lot of effort into kneading dough." Peng Bai said according to the knowledge you saw in books before.

"My strength is too small? Just kidding, even you may not be my opponent..." Xue Lingbing shouted at Peng Bai's fat body. Xue Lingbing has worked hard on the bodybuilder since she was a child, and her muscles can be compared with those of the bodybuilder.

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