The road bridge was outside the kitchen, and was blocked by the huge sea blocking the door.

"Why don't you go in?" Lu Qiao patted Pan Dahai's shoulder in confusion.

Pang Dahai was stunned at this time, pointing at Chang'e who was working in the kitchen with her sleeves lifted up and said, "She... can she cook?"

Luqiao looked in through the gap left by the sea and the door, and smiled awkwardly: "Maybe, just make mooncakes. Don't be inferior. Sister Xiao'e always praises your delicious cooking?"

Lu Qiao comforted Pang Dahai, and Su Yue in the room was stunned at this time.

If Chang'e looks careless on weekdays, she looks a bit courageous when she rolls her sleeves and holds a flour bag and throws it on the chopping board.

In front of the chopping board, Chang'e started kneading the dough with dragons and phoenixes.

If it takes a long time for a person who can’t cook to see the ratio between the two.

Then Chang'e was familiar with the way and asked Su Yue to beat eggs on the side and asked the egg yolk and egg white to separate.

Lu Qiao and Dahai looked at the pretty Chang'e from the side, and Dahai even took out his cell phone to take a video as a souvenir.

At this time, Chang'e's exaggerated speed and techniques, roads and bridges and seas should have only been watched in movies and TV series.

The two doughs were flying up and down in the air. Not to mention whether they were delicious or not, just watching the performance was a pleasure.

It’s like the chef of Teppanyaki uses ingredients in a variety of ways or Haidilao’s noodles, at least it will be a feast for the audience.

Pang Dahai seemed a little dissatisfied when he reacted, and stood opposite Chang'e and reached out to pull off a piece of dough from Chang'e's hand.

Pang Dahai began to imitate Chang'e dancing up and down the dough in his hand. As soon as he threw it out, it broke into two pieces and stuck to the stove.

Chang'e smiled, deliberately speeding up the speed and difficulty from left to right, from right to left. The dough was like a living creature in Chang'e's hands, a long dragon made of dough.

Pang Dahai was naturally dissatisfied and quickly picked up the dough and tried it, but he couldn't catch the key points several times.

Pang Dahai is getting more and more angry, and this is the first time Dahai feels that he is not as skilled as others in cooking since his apprenticeship.

"How did you do this? Can you teach me?" Pang Dahai finally couldn't hold back and asked Chang'e.

Chang'e smiled and said, "I have been practicing this skill over time. If you want me to teach me, I will not know where to start."

"Accumulating over time? I like cooking since I was eight years old. I liked it when I was six years old. It's been twenty years now. Over time, you can still learn cooking longer than I did?" Pang Dahai said excitedly.

Su Yue heard a cough on the side, and was really scared. Pang Dahai didn't mention that he liked cooking at the age of six, but Su Yue immediately remembered the devilish cuisine made for him by Dahai who was overturned by garbage at the age of six.

"Twenty years are so...heavy for me. I specialize in dough and can't cook. If you can concentrate on making dough in the sea, you will definitely be better than me." Chang'e replied gaspingly, obviously reminded by Su Yue's cough. She almost said something she shouldn't say. Chang'e thought that if she almost only made moon cakes and raised rabbits in the heavenly court, she would probably be exposed in front of the vast sea.

"It's certainly true that I'm not as good as me. You must not be able to compare with me, but you are really good at this. We are going to tie this. If you have time, you can teach me." Pang Dahai said confidently, not caring about the hidden meaning in Chang'e's words.

Chang'e pulled the dough into dough decoctions, and then began to stir the inward traps of the mooncakes.

"You eat sweet and salty?" Chang'e asked everyone.

"Sweet." Everyone said almost in unison.

Welfare homes have eaten moon cakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and lotus paste is almost hard to find in a bite. But on the contrary, five-nut moon cakes are almost common in the Mid-Autumn Festival trash cans.

Chang'e lit her head and wrapped the filling of lotus paste with the core of the egg yolk and wrapped it in a mooncake crust. Then she rubbed and pressed it with bare hands to form a standard mooncake shape, and there was no need to use a mold at all.

This made everyone stunned again, and a mooncake was made into a tray.

Although the mooncakes made by Chang'e do not have pressed patterns and textures, their shapes are extremely regular.

"Is there an oven?" Chang'e asked subconsciously.

Dahai ran out and brought an oven within two minutes and shouted: "One of the gifts Su Yue brought from her home before was shared by everyone, among which was the electric oven I originally planned to treasure."

Chang'e looked at the oven and looked at Su Yue: "Can you use this thing?"

Su Yue glanced at it: "Put the upper and lower fires, then put them in and turn them and wait for the time."

After listening to Su Yue's explanation, Chang'e plugged the electric oven into the power supply. The knob was adjusted to 170 degrees and started to try the temperature with her hands. Pang Dahai laughed and said, "Try the stove temperature, we also try the oil temperature when we cook."

Pang Dahai almost pulled out as soon as he reached in, and waved his hand frantically and felt burned.

Chang'e's hand was still stretched into the oven and it was like nothing happened.

"Aren't you hot?" Pang Dahai said in confusion.

"Ah? I'm burning to death. The temperature is just right." Chang'e quickly smiled awkwardly and pulled out her hand. Only then did Su Yue take out her cotton gloves to remind Chang'e.

Chang'e did not use cotton gloves, but placed mooncakes in the oven with a tray.

Then Chang'e continued to make moon cakes. Lu Qiao looked around and said helplessly: "There are about twenty of them, and each of us can't eat that much. If you eat too much moon cake, you will get fat."

Chang'e wiped her forehead with her elbow and said, "Are there any other children in the welfare home? I'll make more for them to eat, and I have to eat rabbits."

"Rabbit? Eat a cake?" Pang Dahai was the first puzzled question.

"What's wrong? If the rabbits I raise eat grass, it won't be that the entire back garden will be ruined by me. Those are immortals..." Chang'e reacted again in the middle of speaking, because Su Yue kept kicking Chang'e's calves with her feet.

"What back garden? Fairy?" Pang Dahai muttered.

"It was the lawn planted by our ancestors, and it was used to being called the back garden. Sister Xiao'e's welfare home did not allow rabbits to eat the lawn and thought of making mooncakes that rabbits could eat. Do you think so? Sister Xiaoe?" Lu Qiao quickly helped change his words.

"What if it was the grass cake?" Pang Dahai smiled.

Chang'e smiled helplessly, but her hands were constantly wrapping the mooncakes. But she stopped talking and started wrapping the salty mooncakes after the sweet ones.

Pang Dahai's cell phone rang, and he knew that he had to hurry up and cook.

Lu Qiao looked at the pang Dahai who was busy with supper and pointed to the oven that Chang'e placed beside him: "Can the sea make less food today? Sister Xiao'e's mooncakes be considered a dish?"

"How do you know if this mooncake is delicious? What if it's a slap in the face?" Dahai said tentatively.

At this time, Chang'e's first batch of mooncakes came out, and she reached in and grabbed the iron plate and crossed the sea: "You'll know if you eat one."
Chapter completed!