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After smoking the stove for more than half an hour, Huang Zhi felt that it was almost done. Then he hung the two ducks into the stewing stove and sealed the stove door.

"Dada Huang, how long does it take to put it inside to eat?" Lele next to him turned into a little greedy cat.

"You have to wait ninety minutes. Your duck is a bit big, so you have to bake it for more time." Huang Zhicai said with a smile at the little guy.

The little guy nodded, as if it was clear. In fact, for her, the time can only be done in terms of time, and at most, take a "moment, tomorrow and yesterday". At most, take a "moment", "morning", and "afternoon" and so on.

However, this ninety minutes doesn't sound like it's been a long time. After all, she knows the number nine. She can count it with her little hands, without having to borrow the tail of a thick tail or Huahua's claws.

"Da Huang, are you going to make flower rolls?"

Originally, Lele wanted to play with his doggymen, but after seeing Huang Zhi start to knot, the little guy turned around and ran back.

"You have to steam pancakes and eat them with duck meat. It tastes good. At that time, Lele should eat more, okay?" Huang Zhicai said with a smile.

For this little person, you seem to have to participate in everything you look at, but you don’t feel annoyed. Lele never joins you casually or makes trouble, and will get your permission in advance.

Now that he saw Lele asking this, he felt that Lele seemed to be helping again.

As expected, Lele ran to the house to wash his hands, rolled up his sleeves, and raised his two little hands with a little meat. "Da Huang, Lele can also make pancakes and roll bean sprouts, which is delicious."

"Haha, the one Lele is talking about is spring cake. What Huang Dada made for Lele today is pancakes. The spring cakes must be fryed with oil, and the pancakes are steamed in a pot." Huang Zhicai said with a laugh.

Xiao Lele was a little confused, "Huang Dada, isn't the steamed flower rolls? Why is it a cake?"

I asked Huang Zhicai. Although he also had a grandson and was considered a person with experience in raising children, it seems that his grandson had never asked him such a question.

"Lele, the pasta is diverse. Even when cooking, we can cook dumplings and make dumpling soup and noodles. The same goes for steaming, including steamed buns and flower rolls." Liu Fugui helped Huang Zhicai to rescue the situation.

The little guy knows more things now and asks more questions. Recently, he feels that his knowledge has become more profound.

"Brother Huang, this pancake must be made of hot noodles?" Liu Fugui asked Huang Zhicai again.

"The hot noodles are so soft, but you have to put them in a cool place before you can roll out the pancakes and steam them in a pot." Huang Zhicai put the kneaded noodles aside and said with a smile.

"Actually, it's similar to spring cakes, but it's thinner than spring cakes. If you eat rolled duck meat, you're still eating duck meat. Pancakes are just auxiliary ingredients."

Liu Fugui nodded, which was considered to have learned another trick. No wonder when eating spring cakes in a restaurant, they looked very thin, and they all turned out to be steamed.

Zhao Jinrong and Han Dong were both envious. It wasn’t that Huang Zhi was able to make roast duck and pancakes. They also had some skills. But the ones they knew were as if Lele was not interested, and the little guy didn’t come to ask him about this or that.

After the dough was cooled, Huang Zhi grabbed a ball and rolled it into a long stick, and then pulled it into small pieces. He took the rolling pin and rolled it gently, and a thin piece of cake was successfully made.

Lele saw the trick, and this job seemed to be very relaxed. He ran back to the house and took out a small rolling pin himself.

When I returned to the chopping board, I didn't ask for any advice. I grabbed a small piece of noodles and patted it twice with my hands, and then rolled it up like Huang Zhicai.

Not to mention, although Lele's strength is not very strong, the pancake is rolled out like a look. The only disadvantage is that the pancake rolled out by Huang Zhicai is round, and Lele personally rolled out the pancake with a strange shape.

I was worried about Lele. I looked at my own cake and then the cake rolled out by Huang Zhi. Why is there such a big difference?

This confused little look was so rare for Liu Fugui. However, he didn't help him to cultivate his body, so let Lele play by himself.

Huang Zhicai and Lele were busy on the chopping board, while the rest were watching the fun. Brush a little oil in the middle of each layer of pancakes, and then stacked them together. After all rolled, they were steamed directly in the pot.

Lele is very accomplished. She is really amazing now. She can not only help her father do a lot of things, but also help Huang Dada do things.

Time flies very quickly, and Huang Zhicai also calculated the time to make it. The pancakes had just been steamed, and the roast duck there was almost the same.

Everyone is actually looking forward to the two roast ducks in the stove. Especially Liu Fugui, it is not because his ducks are roasted well and can be sold. The key is that he is also a foodie.

"Oh, I have a little bit of control over the heat. Some places are a little burnt and they have to be cut off later." Huang Zhi said with some regret after taking out the roast duck and putting it on the plate.

"But this duck should be good, with red skin and shiny skin. I'll see how it tastes like in a while. Although it's a lake duck and has been raised for a longer time, it wasn't that hot when I ate stewed duck."

Huang Zhicai said that, he took out a long knife from the knife set he brought, and gently sliced ​​it on the duck, with a piece of duck with flesh on his face and flesh, and it was sliced ​​off.

I put the duck meat on the pancake, brushed some sweet noodle sauce, and added some cucumber strips and shredded scallions. I rolled it gently and stuffed it into Lele's little hand.

“Hu…hu…”

Lele pouted and blew gently. He was also a smart child. He knew that this was a bit hot now and would burn his mouth after eating it.

But even though I knew, the little guy was still too greedy. Then, he opened his little mouth and took a big bite.

A few naughty scallions were left outside, and the little guy stuffed them into his mouth with his little hands, and then started chewing them in big mouthfuls.

Everyone was watching Lele. Just after eating this bite, the little guy grew up again and took a big mouthful.

Whenever I eat something delicious, I will inform Liu Fugui. This time there is no such procedure, and I will only eat it with my head down, which makes Liu Fugui feel a little confused.

Is this because the roast duck is so delicious, or is it because my daughter has eaten such roast duck for the first time, so she can’t stop the rhythm?
Chapter completed!