How to clean up, where to put the noodles in this basin?

And Lu Shaoye looked at it, and always felt that it didn't seem appropriate to put it anywhere, Lu Shaoye was helpless, and finally called: "You'an." ”

"Childe." You'an brought the washed persimmon over: "What do you command?" ”

"Pack these up." Lu Shaoye said.

"Yes." You Anzhi was very quick, put the unused flour back into the noodle bowl, put the basin in the side place, and cleaned up the flour that was scattered all over the ground.

Soon, the stove room became very clean and tidy.

Well, if you tell people to do things, you can do things.

Shen Xiangmiao was a little helpless, but she didn't say anything after all.

Naturally, the cleanliness of this stove room also highlights Lu Shaoye's mess and embarrassment at this time.

"Childe......" You'an looked at Lu Shaoye with some embarrassment: "Do you want to change into clean clothes?" ”

"It's okay, you go down first." Lu Shaoye waved his hand without caring at all.

After all, I'll have to help Shen Xiangmiao make the persimmon cake later, and I don't mind getting dirty more.

You'an was helpless, and could only look at Lu Shaoye, who was like a white-faced cat, pestle here, answered "yes", and then retreated.

The secret guards outside picked the persimmon tree clean, packed up a large basket of persimmons, and when they saw You'an coming out, they hurriedly asked: "How to dispose of this persimmon?" ”

"Clean up, um......" You'an scratched the back of his head, and didn't know what to do with this big basket of persimmons, so he simply said: "Take it and eat it." ”

"Yes." The dark guard replied, but then frowned.

Such a large basket of persimmons, even if they smell sweet, I know that they are definitely very sweet persimmons, but persimmons are persimmons in the end, and it is inevitable to feel sour and astringent after eating too much, and there are so many persimmons, I am afraid that one person will have to share a lot.

But since it has been explained from above, it must be disposed of.

Thinking about it, the guards carried the persimmons out with baskets and began to distribute them.

In the stove room, Shen Xiangmiao rolled up her sleeves, washed her hands, and began to make persimmon cakes.

The first step is to process the persimmons, peel and remove the stems and seeds, leaving only the flesh of the persimmons, and kneading them into a fine persimmon puree.

Shen Xiangmiao was carefully making persimmon puree here, and Lu Shaoye over there was itching: "I'll help you?" ”

It's not a difficult job, and he should be able to help.

"It's fine." Shen Xiangmiao nodded, and made another demonstration: "Just leave the persimmon meat and knead it into a fine puree." ”

"Yes, Miss Shen." Lu Shaoye answered, and went to do it happily.

The work is not difficult to do, and Shen Xiangmiao explained it clearly, Lu Shaoye also did it very carefully, so naturally nothing went wrong, it was decent, like that.

Especially which concentration, staring at the work in hand with both eyes, holding his breath, seems to be making a great handicraft.

This naturally made Shen Xiangmiao feel a little funny, but naturally she was also very pleased.

In contemporary society, it is common for men to go to the kitchen, and it is easy to be crowned with the titles of warm man and housekeeper, which is praised and welcomed by everyone.

But in such a gentleman's cooking, a man has never touched the spring water with his fingers, let alone a noble son like Lu Shaoye, who has been pampered since he was a child, I am afraid that he can not even distinguish between flour and corn flour.

But Lu Shaoye, who is such a noble son, is secretly learning to make noodles here because he wants to please her at this time, and he makes this troublesome persimmon paste completely according to Shen Xiangmiao's instructions, which is really rare.

What's even more rare is that it's still so serious.

Shen Xiangmiao naturally felt warm in her heart, and there was a little more warmth in Lu Shaoye's eyes.

Even if she has someone to help, Shen Xiangmiao will be able to free up her hands to do other things.

I found peanuts and black sesame seeds, fried them in the fruit until fragrant, took a rolling pin to roll them into fine pieces, and took brown sugar and flour to mix evenly.

When he was done with these, Lu Shaoye's persimmon mud over there seemed to be almost pinched.

"It's very delicate and very well done." Shen Xiangmiao said with a smile.

"Thank you Miss Shen for the compliment, I am very grateful." Lu Shaoye finally breathed a sigh of relief, and felt relieved in his heart.

He just heard that Shen Xiangmiao was going to make persimmon cakes, but he wanted to behave well and help Shen Xiangmiao, in order to compensate for the mistake of angering Shen Xiangmiao yesterday because of his own assertions.

As a result, he roughly inquired about the persimmon cake to use persimmons, and noodles, and he was ready for both, but he never thought that Shen Xiangmiao who he saw on weekdays was cooking, and those cooks were cooking, and it was very easy and simple to see, especially this dough kneading dough, it was like a well-behaved and obedient pet, changing various shapes in his hands.

But when the flour and water came into his hands, he was like a vicious beast, and he had his own ideas, and he did not come according to his wishes at all, and in the end he obviously made a mess.

So much so that Lu Shaoye became more and more unbearable, until he was able to help Shen Xiangmiao with persimmon puree, his heart finally had a little settled, and after Shen Xiangmiao's affirmation, naturally a big stone in his heart fell to the ground.

"Flim Flam." Shen Xiangmiao scolded with a smile, added flour to the persimmon puree, and formed a soft dough, while saying to Lu Shaoye: "Go and change into clean clothes, if you don't let others see it later, you think you fell into the noodle jar." ”

Lu Shaoye looked down at himself, he was indeed stained with a lot of flour, and he had recently passed on a brown dress, which made this flour more and more obvious, and because of his small actions, his face was also stained with a lot of flour, I am afraid that it was really embarrassing to look at.

"Okay." Lu Shaoye nodded, went out to find You'an, and asked him to prepare clean clothes.

Without Lu Shaoye by her side, Shen Xiangmiao was concentrating on making persimmon cakes.

The dough made with only persimmon puree and flour is soft, giving the dough a little orange and a sweet taste, but it is very pleasant to look at and smell.

And such a dough, after dragging a piece, kneading into a small dough, kneading into a round and thin dough, put it on the oiled pan, slowly fry on low heat, wait for the side next to the bottom of the pot to be burnt, turn it over, and fry the other side into the same golden crispiness, so that a complete persimmon cake is ready.

Quickly repeating the action of Fang Cai, kneading the dough, making small round cakes, and then frying them......