The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun

Cheng Huan pushed the fully loaded shopping cart, brought home the stars, unloaded everything, and took another trip to return the car.

When he returned, Xingxing had unpacked the doll. He held the doll in front of the bed and talked to it.

"You have to be obedient, don't run."

Cheng Huan stood outside the door and laughed absurdly. She walked in and looked at the baby lying on the pillow, and asked the star, "It sleeps here. Where do I sleep?"

The bed provided by the landlord was quite large, one meter eight. There were two pillows on the bed, one for each mother and child. Xingxing placed the doll on Cheng Huan's pillow and pushed the pillow to the center of the bed.

"Just let him sleep for a while." The little guy was ruthless, patted the mattress and said to Cheng Huan, "When the mother is asleep, drive it off."

Cheng Huan: "..." So cruel?

Xingxing didn't know that he had erected the image of the scumbag in his mother's heart and decided the future of the doll. He took Cheng Huan's hand again: "Mom, let's make moon cakes."

Cheng Huan was sad for a moment, looked at the time, and discussed with the stars: "Let's make lunch first, and then make moon cakes?"

"it is good!"

Late for breakfast, Cheng Huan is not hungry now, so he made Xing Xing a children's meal for one person.

Xingxing remembered moon cakes, and even the meal was not delicious. He barely wrapped the last bite in his mouth. Before he chewed, he jumped over the dining table and ran over: "momo, I'm done."

"Eat the contents of your mouth before talking." Cheng Huan poked at the little boy's swollen face and said with a smile.

The star chewed on the contents of her mouth, Cheng Huan packed the chopsticks, prepared her to take out the flour, grabbed a little and put it on the cleaned table, preparing to make dough.

There are two types of skins for fresh mooncakes, dry pastry and water-oil.

You don't need to add water to make dry pastry, just add a little lard to the flour, rub the lard with the tiger's mouth, and use the temperature of the palm to fuse the lard with the flour to form a smooth dry pastry.

Make dry pastry and then make oily skin. Put a circle of flour around the table, hollow out the middle, put the crushed lard, pour hot water, still rub it by hand, knead the dough, cover with plastic wrap and let stand for 15 minutes.

During the waiting time, Cheng Huan began to make fillings. The pork used for fillings was made of hind leg meat, three fats and seven lean, minced meat, added salt, sugar, soy sauce, black pepper and sesame oil, and then went to the meat. Add the onion **** water in batches and stir while pouring to remove the fishy odor from the meat.

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The meat filling absorbs all the water, and it needs to be beaten to increase the strength. Cheng Huan held the meat filling and beat it down. Curious to see the stars, you must try it yourself.

"Let's do it for you." Anyway, Cheng Huan wasn't afraid of the children's ruins. She washed the hands with the stars and let the little guy stand on the stool and beat with a small piece of meat.

The stars are young and have little strength. When they fell meat, Cheng Huan was lying softly. Cheng Huan has already beaten the meat into meat balls. The meat on the stars is still scattered, and many of them are still stuck to the table.

He picked up the scattered meat paste with his hand, looked at Cheng Huan who had finished his work next, and stared at the small piece of meat still loose in his hand, anxious: "Mom, wait for me."

"Well, don't worry, you just take your time." Cheng Huan put the prepared meat into the refrigerator and refrigerated, picking up the oil and water skin that had been awake and wrapped it around the dry pastry.

The softness of the two kinds of dough requires about the same degree. After being wrapped, use a rolling pin to roll, the dough is rolled to a certain degree, pick up the half fold, and then continue rolling.

Rolling noodles is a very laborious task. Cheng Huan felt a little hot for a while. She stopped to take a breath and saw the stars looking around, and said to him, "Baby, I have no energy."

The stars hurried down from the stool, ran to the side and said anxiously: "That mother, take a break!"

"You don't need to rest." Cheng Huan touched the little fellow's nose with his flour-stained fingers. "Just kiss me."

The star had a white nose, and nodded without thinking, and promised, "Mom, come down so I can't kiss."

Cheng Huan bent down, and leaned his face over. The stars stomped their feet together and kissed him, and the flour on his nose stung back to her face.

The noodles are rolled into thin large squares, and you can begin to roll them up. Make sure to tighten them as much as possible. Roll the dough into long strips, scoop out a three-finger wide tablet, flatten it, and put in the meat.

Before Xingxing failed to break the meat, the pile of meat had already been huohuo, and now he wants to make moon cakes and is eager to try.

"Mom, I learned it too!"

"Then you try it." Cheng Huan took a dose and handed it to him: "Squash first, then put the meat in."

"I remember!" The stars looked like bamboo sticks in their chests, but they were dumbfounded in the actual operation. The dough that seemed very obedient under his mother's hands became very difficult to get into his hands. After a few shots, it was not big.

The stars stared a little, and looked up at Cheng Huan. Cheng Huan was putting stuffing and didn't notice his sight.

The little boy pursed his lips for a moment, took his eyes off, flipped the dough in his hands, and patted it several times. The table was rattled by him.

The noodles were finally photographed, and the stars seemed to have accomplished a great task. He exhaled and looked at the people next to him.

Well, mom is still busy.

Cheng Huan sneered, seemingly focused on something that was busy, but in fact he was always watching.

Xingxing didn't ask for compliments, and he felt a little disappointed in his heart. This emotion came quickly, and he saw Cheng Huan wrap up another moon cake, and hurriedly took a spoon to spread the meat on the dough.

He hadn't done this, and didn't know how to start. He had a layer of meat filling on his skin, and the little guy stared at Cheng Huan's movements while lumping the dough together.

He put too much meat filling and his hands were small. When he went to knead the dough, the meat filling kept falling down. The stars looked anxious. The meat filling fell and he wanted to squeeze it in with his hands.

"It's okay, let me pack it." When Cheng Xing was preparing to bend over to pick up the minced meat on the ground, Cheng Huan finally couldn't stand it. She took the star's hand and removed some fillings, two or three. I closed the dough.

Pressing the wrapped moon cake by hand, Cheng Huan passed the things to the stars: "Look, it's wrapped."

The stars took the moon cake and looked over and over again. They liked it very much.

He wrapped the moon cake in his hand and took a sip of saliva: "Mom, can this be eaten?"

"Not yet, moon cakes are raw now, they must be baked before they can be eaten." Cheng Huan wrapped the best one, and pulled out the tortured moon cake from the little guy and put it on a plate.

The star was particularly reluctant, and his gaze followed the trajectory of the moon cake. He followed Cheng Huan to the kitchen and said, "That was my bag."

"Yes, it's a star wrap, and I'll give it to you when it's cooked."

But after hearing the words, Xing Xing shook her head and said crisply, "Give it to my mother."

Cheng Huan looked down at him with a touch of heart. She opened the oven door, put things in, closed the door after setting the time and temperature, and bent over and pulled the little hand of the star: "Okay, the moon cake made by the star is for my mother. The mother also made food for the stars. "

Moon cakes need to be baked for 20 minutes, and turned over once every 10 minutes. The moon cakes that are just out of the pan are steaming, the crust is soft and slightly sweet, and a bite of soup will flow out.

Xingxing likes this taste very much, and it's more than enough to eat one.

"Mom, I still want to eat."

"You've eaten one, and you can't eat any more." Cheng Huan held the plate and chin nodded to him: "I don't believe you can touch your belly to see."

Xingxing really reached out and touched his belly. He ate a meal at noon and hadn't digested it. Now he has eaten a large moon cake, and his belly is bulging.

He patted his belly and lowered his clothes, his expression a little sloppy: "I'm full."

Fresh mooncakes are best eaten right out of the pan. Cheng Huan made eight moon cakes and delivered half of them to the opposite door. He ate one of them and put the remaining two in the refrigerator, waiting for the stars to eat.

The reheated moon cake was not as popular as it was at first, and the stars didn't want to eat after eating half of it at night. He put the remaining moon cake on a plate and climbed up on the sofa. have eaten?"

"The things that are just cooked are the best to eat, and they will become more and more unpleasant afterwards. Do you think that it is difficult to eat lunch at noon until night?"

The little guy thought for a moment and nodded. He had leftovers and it was really hard to eat.

"That mother, when are we going to make moon cakes again?" He looked a little bit expectant.

Making moon cakes is fun.

Cheng Huan hugged him and changed the station with a remote control. The Mid-Autumn Festival was playing on TV. A very famous singer was singing on the stage.

Outside, the full moon was hanging high, the moonlight was clear, Cheng Huan looked back and said to the stars, "Wait for the next Mid-Autumn Festival."

Xing Xing didn't know how long he would have to wait for the next Mid-Autumn Festival. He hugged Cheng Huan's neck, and he said, expecting that the day would come sooner.

The next day, Cheng Huan was going to work again.

Xing Xing didn't go to school, and the family next door went abroad for a trip. Cheng Huan was so worried that he threw the little guy home alone and took him to the booth.

As a famous tourist city during the National Day holiday, city C has attracted a large number of foreign guests, and her small barbecue stall is also busier than ever.

Cheng Huan's stall is now twice as large as the original one. The family next to her was not so good. After Cheng Huan's stall became worse and worse, the stall owner once came over to quarrel and reported. Prohibited items were added to her barbecue. People from the Food Administration came over and found nothing from her. Instead, they found the deteriorated meat next door.

The stall next door was ordered to be rectified. After being closed for a while, someone moved all the tables and chairs a few days later, leaving an open space.

Cheng Huan rented the place next door and hired another person. Now she has four temporary workers in her small booth, plus five people together.

In this night market, it is considered a great cause.

There are many things to be busy at night, and Cheng Huan can't stay with the stars all the time. Fortunately, the little ones are used to it, and they can have fun alone.

He sat at a table near the door, writing and drawing on paper with reference to the moon in the sky.

These days, the painting skills of the stars have improved a lot, and the moon painted now is quite round.

He lowered his head and painted the moon, only halfway before being blocked by someone alone.

The stars raised their heads dissatisfied, and the person carrying the light on his back could not see clearly, but could only see him growing tall.

He looked up for a while, his neck was a little bit sour, and the man still didn't give way, the star pouted, and hummed, "Uncle, you're blocking me."