When Meng Xian saw Ling Ziliang like this, he felt like laughing, looking forward to it, and looking forward to whether he would share with him the first time he made food. The reason for the taste was because it was not made for him, but he

I believe that one day he will eat food specially made for him by Ling Ziliang.

Like a studious little apprentice, Ling Ziliang watched attentively how the chef was mixing the dough. Then the chef taught him how to use a rolling pin to roll out practical dough. When it was Ling Ziliang's turn, he was very impressive.

First, take off a small piece of dough, then sprinkle some flour on it, knead it, flatten it with your palms, and then roll it out carefully with a rolling pin.

But the dough was very disobedient under his hands. It would run to the left, then to the right, and roll it out all at once. The dough would be either thick or thin and there would be holes when touched, or it would be thicker on the left and thinner on the right.

Ling Ziliang sat down next to Meng Xian dejectedly: "The chef has gone to deliver pastries. We may not be able to eat these xiaolongbao tonight."

Meng Xian looked at Ling Ziliang's disappointed look, so he rolled up his sleeves, walked over, picked up the rolling pin, and rolled out the dough one by one. Ling Ziliang walked over and picked up a piece of dough and looked at it to see if it was big or small.

The thickness was just right. Ling Ziliang looked at the hands of the man in front of him in disbelief.

After a while, the dough needed was rolled out, and Meng Xian started cutting up the ingredients for the filling. His technique was very skillful, and even the ingredients were placed just right. It felt like he had done the dough preparation many times.

Okay, the fillings are ready, Meng Xian wiped the sweat from his hands and prepared to make Xiao Long Bao.

Ling Ziliang looked at the man in front of him with admiration. Seeing him pick up a piece of dough, he also picked up a piece of dough and followed suit. Even though he did everything carefully, he still pinched it.

I have broken several steamed dumplings, but no matter how hard I try, they are still not as exquisite as Meng Xian.

The two of them struggled hard to put the steamed dumplings on the basket and started steaming them. They finally sat aside and waited comfortably. Ling Ziliang finally couldn't hold back and asked: "I said, Meng Xian, you are too good with your hands."

How did you do this?"

"Haha, I probably made too many pills before, so I started to get started after seeing that it was almost easy. And the chef just demonstrated it to you. I think it is quite simple." Meng Xian looked at Ling Ziliang and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

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Ling Ziliang also looked at Meng Xian. After a moment of silence, the two of them laughed out loud at the same time. Because they both saw traces of flour on each other's faces, they couldn't help laughing. After a while, Ling Ziliang wiped his face with his sleeves.

Meng Xian also wiped the traces of flour on his face with the handkerchief he had just used to wipe Ling Ziliang's sweat, feeling very happy in his heart.

After sitting and chatting for a while, bursts of fragrance wafted over. After a while, the fragrant steamed dumplings were ready. Ling Ziliang smiled as happily as a child. He anxiously picked up one with chopsticks and brought it to his mouth. He took a bite.

Because it was too hot, I quickly vomited it out and kept fanning it with my hands.

Meng Xian carefully cooled it for him and handed it to him to eat. Ling Ziliang nodded with satisfaction: "Well, although it looks ordinary, the taste is okay. I'll take it to the prince's niece." He said.
Chapter completed!