"The character of the cow is specially chosen very gentle. I heard that there are cows specially used to produce milk in Beilin. The cows here have been found after traveling all over the capital."

Jia Lao was squeezing milk skillfully while muttering, "You were not qualified to get milk. I don't want to give you some of it because you know this kind of ingredients, so you don't waste it."

In a moment, Old Jia handed the pot back, "Boy has it."

Xiao Jin hugged the pot tightly in his arms and followed the two of them back to the hall. Xiao Yin was already standing in the hall. Seeing a few people coming back and taking a few steps forward, holding a cloth bag in his hand, lifting the outer layer of the cloth that was exposed was Hua Mian's kitchen knife.

Seeing the knife in Xiaoyin's hand, Old Jia's eyes lit up and he turned to look at Hua Mian, "So you are the owner of this knife, I remember it."

Hua Mian always thought that Mr. Jia had recognized him because the two met in the riot outside the palace a few days ago. Who would have thought that the other party had no impression of her at all, but only remembered this knife.

"It turned out to be you, no wonder I feel that I feel familiar since you came in."

It seems that it is not a word of praise, but it is indeed because of this kitchen knife that Lao Jia's eyes at the people became a little gentler.

"You go and make it. This way I can still keep some expectations for the dishes you make, but don't make the taste of sorry for this knife."

I just said that if I made it unpleasant, I would be sorry for the ingredients. Now I have become sorry for the kitchen knife. How disgusting does this person dislike humans? The priority of ingredients and kitchen knife will be placed on the upper level of the human being. Hua Mian took the kitchen knife and walked to the cutting board.

Washed strawberries are neatly placed on the wooden board. Huamian first boils the milk, then pours the cooked milk into a deep-bottomed copper basin, and puts the basin in the sink and cubes around it.

"Miss Huamian, you have brought all the chopsticks you want." Xiao Yin took a cage of chopsticks as Huamian told him.

Seeing Huamian tied the chopsticks tightly into a handful of chopsticks with a thin rope, Xiaoyin asked, "Miss Huamian, what are you doing?"

"This is a manual mixer"

"Manual mixer?" is another name I haven't heard of. This chef girl invited from outside the palace can always tell you something they haven't heard of.

"Use this, turn it quickly in one direction." Huamian took her mixer and gestured a few times in the basin where the milk was stored, and then handed the mixer in his hand to Xiaoyin, "Which the milk like I demonstrated."

"Send it?"

"Just make it into bubbles, and bubbles are... just like water if you can't see it."

"Understand", after Xiaoyin got the task from Huamian, he stood in front of the sink, holding the agitator in his hand began to stir quickly.

Hua Mian stood aside and watched for a while. She was worthy of being a person who could do things in the palace. Even the eunuch who just did mixed work like this seemed to be skillful.

Back to the table where the strawberries are placed, use a kitchen knife to gently peel off the strawberry shank, and then divide the fruit into two from top to bottom. During this period, I didn’t forget to put out a small bowl of fine sugar and let Xiao Jin pour it into the milk that Xiao Yin was stirring.

Leave a few strawberries with good looks, cut the rest into a small pot, add sugar and a small amount of water, put it on the heat and heat it slowly, call Xiao Jin to stir the strawberry sauce in the pot, and Hua Mian starts to knead the dough by himself.

"Old Jia, please ask if you have any old noodles here?"
Chapter completed!