A Mouthful of Sky-high Fried Rice, Lao Tang Apprenticed on the Spot Chapter 442

  Chapter 442 Butter Fried Crisp

  Master Cai took a close-up of Li Yi boiling butter while wiping the sweat from his forehead.

  He listened to Li Yi talk about from Shaobing to Tang Seng, and he also heard the sweat on his forehead.

   Make a sesame seed cake, why did you make Journey to the West?

   There were also bullet screens flying in the live broadcast room, and the audience were all joking.

   "Help! I just want to eat a biscuit."

   "Is it true or not? How do you make a sesame seed cake, which is also Daigo and Tang Sanzang's?"

   "I understand! Brother Yi is going to create a series of IP, Journey to the West-themed biscuits!"

   "Haha! If you don't tell a story, how can the biscuits be sold at a high price?"

  Seeing the barrage of ridicule from the audience, Li Yi explained with a smile: "I really didn't tell stories just to sell high prices.

   The thousand-layer sesame seed cake I made, the origin legend is indeed related to Master Xuanzang.

  It is said that the emergence of this kind of thousand-layer sesame seed cake was when Master Xuanzang returned from learning scriptures from the Western Regions and translated scriptures in Daci'en Temple.

  When his translation reached the thousand volumes, Emperor Gaozong Li Zhi of the Tang Dynasty at that time ordered the imperial dining room to specially make this thousand-layer cake with the goblet symbolizing supreme wisdom, and rewarded it to Xuanzang in recognition of his achievements.

  That's why I used butter to make this thousand-layer biscuit. "

  After hearing Li Yi's explanation, the audience suddenly realized.

   "So it really has something to do with Master Xuanzang?"

   "So it's none of my business?"

   "Master Xuanzang is a monk, right? If the daigo is extracted from milk, isn't it considered meat?"

   "Shouldn't Daigo be regarded as an offence? I remember that drinking milk is not considered a breach of the precept, but eating eggs is considered a breach of the precept."

  This question also aroused Sheep's curiosity, and she asked, “Brother Yi, can Master Xuanzang eat Daigo? Will he not relapse?”

   "The emperor just gave him a reward, and didn't say that he must eat it?"

  Li Yi explained with a smile: "And milk and dairy products, monks can drink in moderation.

   There is a story recorded in the "Vimalakirti Sutra". When Sakyamuni was enlightened under the Bodhi tree, he was hungry and thirsty. A shepherd passed by and fed him some milk and goat milk porridge.

  Milk is not fishy, ​​so ordinary monks can drink it in moderation, but it has a grudge against cows, so monks who hold the great precepts generally do not drink it.

  However, if there is an unexpected situation, such as being too hungry, or being offered by others, you can also drink a little when rewarding.

  In Master Xuanzang's situation at that time, he returned from preaching the scriptures and translated thousands of volumes of scriptures, which is an act of spreading the Dharma with immeasurable merit.

   Moreover, Daigo symbolizes supreme wisdom and was bestowed by the emperor.

  If he eats some Daigo, he will be absolutely fine. "

  Listening to his explanation, Yang Yang asked with a smile: "Then if I eat this thousand-layer sesame seed cake, will I also gain supreme wisdom?"

  Li Yi shook his head, and changed the subject: "Let's take a look at the crisps fried with butter. How does it taste?"

"Ha ha!"

  The sheep were joking, and laughed out loud when they saw this, and then came to the stove and began to study.

  The special aroma of butter diffuses from the pot, and the curdled butter has completely melted, but the temperature has not risen too high.

   Afterwards, Li Yi scooped out some dry flour and added it to the pot.

  Flour is put into the pot, and it spreads quickly, dyeing the butter into a piece of white foam, and it quickly becomes cloudy.

   While adding, Li Yi stirred with a frying spoon, and turned on the stove with his legs from time to time, but it would turn off quickly after only a few seconds.

   Sheep didn't understand what he was going to do at first, but after watching her, she realized that Li Yi was going to use this pot of butter to fry a pot of pastry.

   "Are you frying pastry?"

  She couldn't help asking.

   "Of course, otherwise am I sleeping?"

  Li Yi made a joke.

   "You fry so much at one time? Are you not afraid of getting burnt?"

  The sheep was amazed: "I can fry in a small pot at most. I use that kind of pan to fry. There is only so much frying in the bottom of the pan, and it often burns."

   "Then it depends on personal experience."

  Li Yi stirred the butter in the pot while lowering it to melt the flour so that it wouldn't clump together: "Frying the pastry is to control the temperature and keep it within a safe range so that it won't get mushy."

  Listening to Li Yi's casual explanation, Yang Yang was speechless.

  She knew that although Li Yi said it lightly, the difficulty of frying the pastry in a big pot is definitely not as simple as he said.

  If you let her do it, the chance of overturning is absolutely 100%!

  So, she didn't intend to ask Li Yi how to control the oil temperature, because she could guess Li Yi's answer—judging by experience.

   Actually, this is the real answer too.

  She has also fried pastry herself, and knows that there is basically no shortcut to this matter. She can only rely on trying again and again to accumulate experience, and then continue to increase the difficulty, increase the amount, trial and error, and continue to sum up experience.

  If she wanted to fry such a big pot of pastry like Li Yi, she estimated that she would have to practice for at least several years before she could do it.

   It was precisely because she knew this that she stopped humiliating herself, but admired Li Yi's skillful operation, as if observing a miracle descended by God.

  Adding noodles little by little, stir frying, controlling the temperature, and observing the color of the noodles, Li Yi suddenly found that the surroundings gradually became much quieter.

  He looked back, only to find that there were already a crowd of people behind him, and everyone was looking at the butter and pastry in his pot with amazement.

   Seeing him turn his head, Wu Lei chuckled and said, "The aroma of fat and carbohydrates is really irresistible, it's so tempting!"

  Yang Shaoyue also swallowed his saliva and praised: "I've never seen such a big pot of butter, it smells too delicious, right?"

   Zhao Jinmai also pushed Liu Yifei over at some point, sat in her arms, and asked Liu Yifei: "Sister Yifei, have you ever eaten honey butter flavored potato chips? I really like them, this is the taste."

  Looking at Liu Yifei's lap sitting under Zhao Jinmai, Li Yi raised his hand and beckoned to Zhao Jinmai: "Mai Mai, come and help me."

"okay!"

  Zhao Jinmai didn't suspect him, so he got up and ran over quickly.

  But Liu Yifei knew why Li Yi only asked her to help.

   Obviously Li Yi didn't want her to sit on his lap, for fear of pressing on her leg.

  But Liu Yifei didn't feel anything, she felt quite comfortable holding Zhao Jinmai.

  Mai Mai's body is soft and fragrant. After hugging her a few times, she became a little addicted.

   It made her feel at ease now that she wanted to hug something.

   "You help me scoop out all these puff pastry."

  Li Yi handed the frying spoon to Zhao Jinmai, and he turned around and came to the basin beside him.

  The dough placed under the basin has swelled a circle, and even lifted the basin.

   Lifting the basin, Li Yi kneaded the dough again, exhausted the air, and covered it with the basin again.

  Kneading noodles three times and eating three times, this is the second time.

  Looking at the time, Li Yi went to the storage room to bring out the syrup.

  After rapid cooling, the converted syrup is still clear and soft, which is the most suitable state of syrup for making Cantonese-style mooncake skin.

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