“So, what gift do you want?”

In Shengpingfang, Chang'an City, Chai Chai shook his head and read the "Shangqing Inspiration Chapter" under the supervision of Li Leling.

Li Ang from the next room rubbed his palms and asked He Fanshuang.

With his cultivation in the Qi-Sense Realm, Shibashi successfully passed the re-examination exam, which is inseparable from He Fanshuang's help. He has to thank him no matter what.

He Fanshuang put down the paper and pen in his hand and asked lightly: "Why should I ask me directly?"

"I don't know what gift is better, so I'd just ask you... Uh, do you mind?"

Li Ang replied truthfully.

Like him, He Fanshuang is an outstanding student in the academy and has a relatively cold personality.

Giving money? She doesn't lack it either.

Giving jewelry? She has always worn the same pair of jade hairpins, and she has no intention of changing them at all.

Giving books? She can buy regular books herself, but not regular ones. It is not convenient for Li Ang to get them.

"I don't mind."

He Fanshuang nodded, thought for a while and asked, "Do you still have the Qingming Fruit you brought here last time?"

"Qingming Fruit?"

Li Ang shook his head and said, "I have eaten all the leftovers last time, and the winter bamboo shoots are gone."

Yu State has no refrigerator, the only two reliable food refrigeration technology is the underground ice room that covers a huge area.

The second is the expensive frozen talisman.

Saltpe ice can only make a small amount of ice cubes and cannot be used as a refrigerator. Therefore, it is generally better to eat as much as you want to make as much food.

"Is there anything else to eat?"

He Fanshuang showed Li Ang’s books and said calmly: “I’m reading Chang’an snack recipes recently to improve my cooking skills.”

She really likes cooking. After all, as a monk, she can use her mind to control ingredients and kitchen utensils in the air. She can cook without touching the spring water of her fingers, which is very convenient.

"Other food..."

Li Ang thought about it and found that a large part of the recipes in the memory of another world could not be used or were inconvenient to make.

No chili, no potato, no pumpkin, no onion, and even chicken essence, MSG.

After thinking about it, he has the lowest requirements for ingredients. He Fanshuang may like to eat it, probably...

"dessert?"

Li Ang’s eyes lit up. Although he didn’t know why, in his memory in another world, he seemed to be a baking enthusiast, and there was a lot of information about bread and cakes.

Cookies, toast, cheesecake, tiramisu...

Li Ang sifted through the recipes one by one and immediately selected the dessert to be made - donuts.

Prepare eggs, flour, yeast, sugar, water, salt, butter and other ingredients,

(Butter is obtained by shaking the milk and removing fat)

Mix the ingredients other than butter, knead the dough, add butter when the fascia is formed, then ferment at room temperature, cut the dough into a ball, cover it with a wet cloth and ferment it again, wait until the fermentation is completed and fry it in the pan, cool it down and sprinkle powdered sugar, and the work is done.

"What's so fragrant?"

Li Leling and Chai Chai walked into the kitchen in search of their breath. When they saw Li Ang and Li Leling standing in front of the stove, they immediately put their hands on their hips and pretended to be angry, "Okay, you actually secretly eat with us on their backs?"

"What does it mean to steal food on your back..."

Li Ang rubbed his eyebrows speechlessly and placed the plate with donuts on the table, "Are you going to eat it just made?"

"certainly."

Shibashi was willing to do so, and gently pinched a donut with two fingers and threw it into his mouth. His eyes immediately lit up, "Hmm? It looks a bit like a pineapple, but it's much softer. It tastes very sweet."

Pine, also known as cucumber, twisting utensil, is a pasta made of fried with oil and water noodles. It can be traced back to the Cold Food Festival in the Spring and Autumn Period, and its appearance is somewhat similar to fried noodles.

"It's so strange. It was obviously fried from the oil pan, but it tastes nothing oily."

Li Leling also followed suit, pinching the sides of the donut with her hands like a hamster and ate slowly, "It feels like seeing the wind blows."

When you see the wind, you will also have a fried snack. You will mash the glutinous rice into powder, live with honey, wine, sugar, etc., press it into thin skin, and then air-dry it after baking. When you want to eat, you will fry it slightly with oil. It is considered a noble dessert.

"I'll try one, too."

He Fanshuang also picked up a donut, took a bite, and nodded, "It's delicious."

"Well...it's OK."

He Fanshuang and others were having fun eating, but Li Ang was still a little dissatisfied. Yu Country is free of charge for medium-gluten flour, which is not suitable for making bread, dough, etc.

It is best to mix strong gluten flour and weak gluten flour.

However, this aroused Li Ang's desire to cook, so he simply made some desserts and even used the cream fruit cake with chiffon cake.

The cream cake I made was made locally and was simple and simple. The last one was not much different from the cakes in Li Ang’s memory. It was surprisingly quite delicious.

‘Apart from a surgeon, am I the youngest super chef in history?’

Li Ang rubbed his chin, unable to understand.

While eating the cake, Shibashi and the others kept praising Li Ang, "This cake is quite delicious. By the way, where did you learn these desserts?"

"I thought of it after reading the old recipes myself."

Li Ang casually said, "The recipe says that the ancestor of the pastry line was Zhuge Kongming, who invented the sour filling, that is, buns.

In addition to buns, he also invented cakes and followed the art of "Qimen Dunjia". Every time he celebrated his birthday, he would insert a candle on the cake to celebrate his life and prolong his life.

However, because the cake was made so delicious, Wei Yan snatched it from Wuzhangyuan, and the candle was extinguished."

“???”

Li Leling looked confused, "No, what recipe is described in such a detailed way? And isn't Wuzhangyuan where Wuhou died of illness? Isn't this auspicious?"

"I don't know, that recipe is too old, it is probably a story forged by later generations.

After all, the above asked why Liu Bei did not go to pay his condolences when Zhuge Liang died, and whether there was an irreconcilable conflict between the two men and the ministers."

Li Ang waved his hand and fooled it over.

"What's so fragrant?"

The cheerful voice goes from far to near,

Everyone looked out the door, and Li Leling raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Brother?"

The visitor was a tall young man with dark skin, rolled up his trouser legs and carrying a hoe like an old farmer. He had an approachable smile on his face, and the soles of the straw sandals were covered with mud.

It was the crown prince of Yu State and Li Si.

Following Li Si was Zuo Chunfang Zhongyun, who was dressed as a farmer, and He Fanshuang's brother He Siping, who was once a visitor to the school.

"Just come back from the field and put the farm tools here."

Li Si put the hoe in the corner of the wall.

As the prince of Yu State, like other princes, he had to personally participate in the agricultural work outside Chang'an during the busy farming season, and his skin was much darker than during the Chinese New Year before.

"Well? Risheng is here too."

Li Si waved his hand and stopped Li Ang's salute in advance. After seeing Li Ang and Li Leling standing side by side, the smile in his eyes became a little more.
Chapter completed!