Chapter 462 Elongated Buns

"It's rare to see you shopping outside." Wu Hai said as he walked.

"Well, it's rare." Yuan Zhou nodded.

"Speaking of which, Boss Yuan, you must have never eaten this cake." Wu Hai put down the plate and said proudly.

"Indeed not." Yuan Zhou thought about it in his mind. He had indeed never eaten it or heard of it.

"I've eaten it before. I once went to Henan to hold an art exhibition, and I learned it after eating it only once." Wu Hai said very proudly.

"Have you eaten once?" Yuan Zhou began to feel a little uneasy.

"Don't worry, although I don't know how to cook, the pasta is still fine." Wu Hai assured him, patting his chest.

"Open it and take a look." Yuan Zhou's face was sullen, seemingly calm.

But I made up my mind not to eat it if it looked weird for a while.

"No problem, but give me a knife first." Wu Hai nodded and then said.

"Okay, wait a minute." Yuan Zhou turned back to the kitchen, took out the most common knife and handed it to Wu Hai.

Of course, when handing over the knife, the blade was pointed towards Yuan Zhou. Wu Hai took the handle of the knife directly and then opened the lid on the plate.

"This is the Yuanyang Cake, doesn't it look good?" Wu Hai said proudly as soon as he opened the lid.

I saw a rectangular pancake lying in a white disc with no pattern, with ovals on both sides, about a finger thick, with white sesame seeds embedded in the crust on the surface.

The whole pancake looks light yellow, and it must have been fried in a frying pan. No matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with mandarin duck.

"What does this have to do with Yuanyang?" Yuan Zhou asked doubtfully.

"It will matter soon." Wu Hai smiled mysteriously, then picked up the kitchen knife and cut it.

Yuanzhou thought he had cut something out, or some mechanism.

Wu Hai made a diagonal cut on the pancake, which was about twenty centimeters long.

Then Wu Hai looked up excitedly and asked, "Does it look like the wings of a mandarin duck?"

"Huh?" Yuan Zhou looked confused.

This long oval shape is cut diagonally. How does it look like the wings of a mandarin duck?

"Where does it look like?" Yuan Zhou asked sincerely.

"Look at it, does it look similar?" Wu Hai fiddled with the two pieces of cake, arranged them into a large font, and then said.

"Let's have a taste." Yuan Zhou stared at the plate for a while before saying.

"Then I'll give this to you. I'll eat this piece." Wu Hai specially gave Yuan Zhou a larger piece.

"No, I just eat what you made, just the smaller one." Yuan Zhou picked up the chopsticks and picked up the smaller piece without any explanation.

"Okay, try the mandarin duck cake I made." Wu Hai was still very confident about this cake.

"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded seriously.

Before eating, Yuanzhou took a sip of water from his own glass of water to rinse his mouth. Naturally, Wu Hai drank the water he brought. After all, Yuanzhou didn't provide anything outside of business hours.

After drinking the water and making sure there was no other taste in his mouth, Yuanzhou started eating Wuhai's mandarin duck cake.

"Kacha." Yuan Zhou bit down.

The outer layer is slightly crispy, the inside is a soft and foamy flour layer, and the filling is seasoned with chives.

"How about it? How delicious is it?" Wu Hai didn't even eat his own food, so he just waited for Yuan Zhou to speak.

"Is this a cake?" Yuan Zhou asked doubtfully.

"Of course, Henan snacks are mandarin duck cakes." Wu Hai said proudly.

"Are you sure you didn't stretch the buns and fry them?" Although Yuan Zhou's words were questioning, his tone was affirmative.

"Elongated buns?" Wu Hai said he didn't understand.

"Where are the pleats on your steamed bun?" Yuan Zhou looked at the cake for a while and asked doubtfully.

"They all say this is a mandarin duck cake, not a steamed bun." Wu Hai held his forehead.

"It tastes just like steamed buns." Yuan Zhou said seriously.

"Did you forget to fold the pleats when you wrapped it?" Yuan Zhou thought for a while and added.

"Cake, this is Yuanyang Cake!" Wu Haiqi's mustache almost stood up.

"You'll know after you try it. You can decide for yourself whether it's a steamed bun or not." Yuan Zhou extended his hand to indicate.

"Hmph." Wu Hai picked up the cake and took a bite.

Then I was dumbfounded. It tasted really like steamed buns, especially after Yuan Zhou said it was like steamed buns, it felt more like it.

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect.

The soft and slightly thick inner layer and the fresh and salty filling are what steamed buns taste like.

"Your buns are not bad." Yuan Zhou took another bite and said affirmatively.

"Yes, the buns are good!" Wu Hai bit into the mandarin duck cake, picked up the plate and left Yuanzhou's shop quickly.

After Wu Hai left, Yuanzhou silently finished the elongated fried buns in his hand.

Yuanzhou still admired Wu Hai very much. After all, it was not easy to make the cake taste like steamed buns, so he finished it without hesitation.

For dinner, Yuanzhou did not use the dishes provided by the system, but used the old lady's dishes to make a pot of cabbage soup. It was pesticide-free, pollution-free, tender and very delicious.

Yuanzhou was very satisfied with his meal.

Early the next morning, it rained last night and the streets were a little wet.

Yuanzhou's small shop opened on time and after finishing the breakfast business, Yuanzhou sat at the door and started carving.

Of course, Wu Hai was particularly silent during breakfast time today.

"Maybe I'm depressed because I can't fold the pleats of steamed buns." Yuan Zhou thought with a bit of a smile.

Yesterday, I had too little time to carve all the radishes. Naturally, such good radishes must be carved when they are fresh, so as not to waste these ingredients.

Yuan Zhou's breakfast opened at eight o'clock and ended at nine o'clock. When Yuan Zhou sat on the chair, it was only nine twenty. At this time, the old woman who came to sell vegetables yesterday came over again carrying a load.

However, this time he did not hawk along the restaurant, but headed towards Yuan Zhou who was sitting at the door with a clear goal.

"Boss, I saw that you bought so many yesterday, so I think they are of use, but yesterday's ones were not so fresh. These were just picked this morning. You pick what you want first, and I will sell it." The old woman said with a smile on her face. Looking at what Yuan Zhou said.

"Thank you." Yuan Zhou was stunned for a moment before he thanked him.

"You're welcome, you're welcome. Thank you for making the dumplings yesterday. Take a look at what you need. The vegetables in the morning are fresher." The old woman smiled and waved her hand, pointing to the fresh vegetables dripping with rainwater in the basket and said.

"Then I'd better take those from yesterday." Yuan Zhou said with a natural smile.

"Are you picking it yourself or should I pick it for you? They are all fresh." The old woman was particularly proud of the freshness of the dishes.

"You take your pick, they all look good to me." Yuan Zhou nodded with a smile.

"Okay, I'll choose it for you." The old woman said happily.

"I'm going to get the basket." After Yuan Zhou said that, he went to get the basket and put aside yesterday's green bamboo shoots.

"Then I'll pick it up and put it aside for you." The old woman said cheerfully.

Yuan Zhou and the old woman moved very quickly, and within a few minutes they agreed and paid, and the old woman walked quickly to the market in front, carrying a basket.

"It seems that there is still vegetable soup for lunch, which is quite good." Yuan Zhou held the basket with a smile in his words.

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