A steamer and a large crab roe bun, with a vanilla mat underneath.

After working hard, the half-dough of the dough was divided was only a few small dumplings left.

Tang Ming added a little water to mix it together, making it moist and softer.

Tang Ming thought about it and cut another piece of badger meat, added lard, minced ginger and garlic, wild scallion, and diced mushrooms to make a mixed filling.

Do you still need to make buns? The steamer is full!

Tang Ming shook his head and pinched the eggs as small as a ball. Then he picked up a large ball of meat in the filling bowl, pinched the small ball of dough a little, and placed it at the bottom of the filling.

You aren't you? Can you install this?

Shu Yiting widened her eyes. Tang Ming used an egg-sized dough to make a fist-sized bun just now, and now the filling is at least the size of three fists.

Why can't I install it?

You want to install it, I'll eat it!

Shu Yiting didn't choose to believe it this time, because she told her whether it was science or anything. The dough was too small, and unless it was rolled into ultra-thin skin like dumpling skin, there would be almost no possibility.

Let me first say whether to eat raw or cooked. I am still a little interested in playing with you, otherwise. Go cool and turn yellow less to affect my cooking.

Tang Ming stopped his movements, looked at Shu Yiting playfully, and said.

Eat raw! Come on, please start your performance!

Shu Yiting was angry, inserted her waist and shouted.

Tang Ming raised the corner of his mouth, and his hands holding the dough began to wriggle. The wet dough seemed like melting water, and next to the filling, it turned into a huge mouth in the abyss.

Then, under Shu Yiting's stunned gaze, it evenly covered the surface of the filling.

Even at the end, Tang Ming pulled down a small piece of extra dough.

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Shu Yiting's wide mouth was stuffed into an egg.

Tang Ming stretched out his hand and handed the dough as big as a palm to Shu Yiting, and asked you to start your performance!

Damn, I'll wipe it.

If you really do it, how can you be able to make so many fillings with such a small dough?

The most important thing is that it is not broken at all! This is simply a miracle!

I can understand this. Because I once met a master who sold pies on the street. He used a little bread to put in a lot of stuffing, but it was not as exaggerated as the God of Slag. At that time, I wanted to remind the goddess, but

Can't communicate!

This is embarrassing! I asked the goddess, how to eat a ball of pie as big as a slap. Wait online, urgently!

If I were a goddess, I would never bet with the scum god in my life. I have never won before? However, this is the most embarrassing this time, and it is slap in the face in seconds!

I still won, but the scum god left a fruit to win that time.

In the camp!

Shu Yiting's face was full of capital letters.

Looking at the dough that was almost brought to her face by Tang Ming, she laughed dryly.

I didn’t finish my words just now, I wanted to eat raw and mature ones. I didn’t finish my words, why did you make it? Really!

After saying that, Shu Yiting seemed to like herself for being so clever and glared at Tang Ming: I am willing to accept the loss, hurry up and cook it, I can eat it in one bite!

Ho! Woman!

What's wrong with me? You cook it and see if I can eat it in one bite.

So, should you make another bet? What should you do if you can't eat it in one bite?

I can't eat one bite at a time, I will only have two bites!

Boring!

Tang Ming looked at her with disdain and took the dough back. He put it on the chopping board, took the rolling pin, and gently pressed it on the dough.

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Seeing the swelling dough pressed under Tang Ming's rolling, it turned into a dough cake that was bigger than his face, and the dough was still not broken, Shu Yiting took a deep breath, but fortunately she didn't make any bets with Tang Ming anymore, otherwise

With this control power, I don’t know how to be killed.

Putting the dough aside, Tang Ming made three pies with the remaining dough and filling.

After looking around, I found that the side dishes I had prepared just now were basically in their place. Tang Ming took over the remaining part of the badger, and cut the ribs in the middle into even small pieces, which were placed together with the porcupine ribs.

The rest were covered with fleshy legs and other legs, and another bamboo plate was piled up.

After all the ingredients were sorted out, Tang Ming took out the baking stones he had put in. After baking for a while, the octopus in the cassava chips were cooked, and the wild green onions turned golden and radiated.

Strong dry fragrance.

Tang Ming took it off one by one, took a large leaf, piled it from bottom to top, and piled it into a pyramid-shaped shape. Then, he grabbed a handful of dried peppers and fruit mixed powder, bent his elbow,

Sprinkled on the pyramid.

Suddenly, a portion of minced meat cassava chips added a little more fragrance.

Don't eat it secretly!

He looked at Shu Yiting and the monkeys vigilantly, and Tang Ming found a basket to cover the vegetables and warned the woman and the monkey.

Tsk, what's so great? I'll get some food later, but I really want to eat it now!

The woman and the monkey looked at each other, and the monkey shook and moved to the side.

Bang!

Before the two monkeys opened the bamboo basket, Tang Ming threw a bamboo stick over and inserted it straight into the sand. The two monkeys were so scared that they ran away quickly.

To drive away the monkey who wanted to steal food, Tang Ming poured oil on the hot pot.

Pour all the coconut oil that has not been used up before, add some fresh ones, and finally add some lard, and make a small half pot.

It’s not that I can’t bear to put more money, but that it’s really gone. When the house is built, I have to find a way to get more oil.

He looked at the amount of oil in the pot with disgust. Tang Ming took the cassava shreds that he had just prepared. He added two of the juices of different colors that had been prepared before, stirred and colored.

After uniformity.

Tang Ming shook his chopsticks in the basin a few times, and he picked out the tapioca shreds and put them in the oil pan.

At this moment, the temperature of the oil pan was not high, and after the tapioca shreds were put into the pot, they did not disperse. The bird egg liquid wrapped around began to expand. While fixing the tapioca shreds, they also spread them open.

A few seconds later, Tang Ming pulled back his chopsticks, and the ball of cassava shreds just now became like a blooming chrysanthemum.

After repeating this, dozens of three-colored cassava flowers floated in the pot after a few minutes.

Pull off the wood from the stove to keep the oil temperature not too hot. Tang Ming gently flips out the fried cassava flowers to prevent sticking.
Chapter completed!