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Chapter 327 2017.12.18 Making Pastry

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    Yesterday, I dreamed again I was in the room looking at a large lump of noodles on the high bay window, and the pile of noodles was as long as a person.  I was told that the noodles were wrapped in tomato sauce made from fresh tomatoes and shredded cucumbers.  Then my dad and I started to go forward to knead the dough, it was necessary to fix this.

    Standing at the height of the bay window is just right for kneading the dough. When I kneaded the dough, I was nervous, for fear of kneading out the cucumber shreds and tomato juice wrapped inside. When I turned the dough back and forth, I saw these things being turned out.  Then I quickly wrapped them in again.

    After a while, Dad didn't know where he went, and then many customers came in from outside, all of different ages, like a big family.  Then the senior sister also came over, and then I saw my father fell asleep on the bed covered with a quilt, and those clients were still surrounding the bed and looked down at his father sleeping, which was a very rare and careful observation.

    The customers have not left for a long time, and I am very stressed.  They are waiting for me to knead the noodles and take away the finished product, but I don't know how to handle these noodles, but I can't stop there, because so many people are watching me and waiting for me, so I  You can only continue to knead the dough hard.  After kneading, the tomato juice and cucumber shreds can no longer be seen, and the dough has been kneaded less and less, and it is much harder than before. It is almost time to shape it. After shaping it, you can eat it directly.

    I grabbed the face and walked over to the chopping board inside. The face was too hard, and I was worried about how to shape it.  Mom and aunt came over to help find a way. Mom is going to use the mold to make shapes one by one. I think it¡¯s better to cut them into pieces.  In the end, just as the face was broken in the middle, my mother took half of it and started to buckle it with a small solid wood ingot mold, while my aunt helped.  I glanced over and saw that each of the small ingots looked quite nice. Since the surface after reconciliation was a little beige, and the material inside was also yellow slag, it really looked like a small ingot.  And I started to implement my plan with the other half of the noodles, preparing to pack two boxes of two colors for those customers.  But the most critical knife was missing, so I broke it with my hands and put it into the plastic food box. As a result, the size of the broken pieces was uneven and some of the slag inside fell out.

    When I broke it, I put a piece in my mouth, and it was quite delicious.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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