diymy Chapter 52 Soft and mushy mud pancakes, what does the master mean by this?
Chapter 52 Soft and mushy mud pancakes, what does the master mean by this?
Chapter 52 Soft and mushy mud pancakes, what does the master mean by this?
"That's right."
Su Mu took a bite of the crispy cake and mumbled, "Look, this multigrain noodle is very filling; it's the essence of five grains."
If you spread it out into pancakes, that's dry food, easy to carry.
If you're on a military campaign, you can carry a bag of mixed grains and a metal plate, so you can have a hot meal wherever you go.
Moreover, this dough can be used to wrap almost anything—wild vegetables, dried meat, even pickled vegetables—and you can make a meal just by rolling it in. Isn't that much better than those hard, unappetizing flatbreads?
That's just nonsense.
Who has time to make pancakes, spread sauce, and fry crispy crackers while marching and fighting?
But at this moment, Li Lizhi had just finished her work and was eating with her mouth full of oil, so she was in a state of extreme excitement.
She looked at the pancake in her hand, and her expression changed.
Father Emperor is worrying about military rations today, saying that the flatbread is too hard, breaking the teeth of several veterans, and it tastes bland, causing the soldiers to complain.
If this method could be promoted and spread—
Li Lizhi stuffed the rest of the pancake into her mouth in a few bites, not even caring that it was hot, and wiped her mouth.
"Su Mu, may I take a look at your griddle and bamboo dragonfly?"
"Go ahead and look, it's free."
Li Lizhi squatted down and carefully examined the structure of the iron piece, then mentally reviewed Su Mu's pancake-making technique.
Grind the flour, prepare the batter, spread the batter, and brush on the sauce.
Although it looks simple, as Su Mu said, there is a lot of knowledge involved.
"Sister, why aren't you up yet?"
Little Sizi's face was covered in sauce as he ate, looking like a little kitten.
Li Lizhi stood up, her eyes burning.
She felt that all her efforts today had been worthwhile.
Not only did they satisfy their appetites, but they also discovered a huge secret.
"Su Mu, thank you for your hospitality today."
Li Lizhi solemnly performed a half-bow, something that would have been absolutely impossible before, "But about this jianbing guozi—"
I need to go back and have a serious talk with my father.
Su Mu rolled his eyes.
"Eating a pancake can lead to national affairs? Fine, fine, say whatever you want, just don't disturb my afternoon nap."
He swallowed the last bite of the pancake, slumped back in the recliner, and grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds.
"By the way, clean that stone mill thoroughly before you leave. This is the imperial kitchen, not a place for you to practice your skills."
Li Lizhi wasn't angry this time.
She looked at the stone mill still covered in flour and felt a strange sense of familiarity with it.
This is not a stone mill.
This is clearly a divine tool for shaping the fate of the Tang Dynasty!
"Sizi, stop eating, let's go back to the palace!"
Li Lizhi scooped up the little Sizi who was still licking his fingers and rushed out.
"Hey? Sis, slow down! Xizi's pancakes aren't finished yet—!"
Liangyi Hall.
Li Shimin sat behind his desk, the vermilion brush in his hand hovering for a long time, unable to bring it down.
Glug!
His stomach growled again, so loudly that even Wang Dequan, who was standing at the entrance of the palace, unconsciously shrank his neck.
"Not back yet?"
Li Shimin threw the brush into the brush washer, splashing a few drops of ink.
Wang Dequan quickly bowed: "Your Majesty, Princess Chang and Princess Jinyang have been gone for over an hour, I estimate—"
Before he finished speaking, a series of light footsteps came from outside the hall.
Li Shimin stood up abruptly, his movement so fast that he knocked over the teacup beside him.
He didn't care when tea spilled on the memorial; he strode down the steps and stared straight at the doorway.
Li Lizhi walked in carrying that familiar food box, followed by Xiao Sizi, who needed to be led by the hand.
The two sisters looked somewhat disheveled.
Li Lizhi's hair was slightly disheveled, and although her face had been washed, there were still traces of white powder remaining at her temples.
Little Sizi was even more amusing, with a dark sauce stain around the corner of his mouth and a few white sesame seeds stuck to his shirt, looking just like a little mouse that had just stolen some oil.
"Father."
Li Lizhi bowed.
"No need, no need!"
Li Shimin waved his hand, his gaze passing over his daughter's shoulder and fixing intently on the food box. "That—box? Or some kind of cake?"
Li Lizhi's expression was somewhat strange.
She placed the food box on the imperial desk, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly lifted the lid.
There was no steaming hot, fragrant scene as I had imagined.
A faint aroma of noodles, a mixture of sauce and cold oil, wafted out.
Li Shimin peeked out.
On the gilded plate lay two flat objects wrapped in oiled paper.
Perhaps because it had been sitting for too long, the dough, which should have been fluffy and firm, was now limp and soggy. The sauce inside had soaked through the oil paper, making it look wet and oily, and its appearance was not very appealing.
"Is this... the thing that has haunted my dreams?"
Li Shimin pointed to the two lumps of soft bread, his tone revealing his disappointment.
It's like going to see a stunning beauty with great anticipation, only to find that she's removed her makeup and you've even been punched.
"Father, this is called Jianbing Guozi."
Li Lizhi explained, handing one of them over, "Su Mu said that this should be eaten while it's hot. On the way back, with all the wind and bumps, the crispy bits inside are probably soggy."
Li Shimin took the heavy roll of dough.
It feels slightly cool to the touch, soft and fluffy, and even a little sticky.
But he was hungry!
Even when it's cold, the aroma of scallions, eggs, and an unknown sauce still stubbornly wafts into your nose.
Li Shimin steeled his heart, opened his mouth wide, and took a big bite.
There was no clicking sound.
This dough is made from ground grains, and it becomes incredibly chewy when it cools down; you have to tear it apart with great effort to bite through it.
The thin crispy piece inside had long since absorbed all the sauce and moisture, becoming soft and mushy. Mixed with the slightly wilted lettuce leaves, the texture was truly indescribable.
Li Shimin chewed twice, his brows furrowed.
Is this thing worth the pain of kicking the wall by me?
Just as he was about to swallow and have an attack, his tongue touched the sauce.
boom!
Salty, slightly sweet, and with a numbing garlicky spiciness that makes your head spin, it explodes in your mouth instantly!
This sauce seems to have a magical power to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary.
It powerfully masked the greasiness of the cold noodles, and the complex aroma slid down the throat, directly soothing the long-rebellious stomach.
As Li Shimin chewed, his brows slowly relaxed.
Although the texture was a bit off, the flavor was indeed richer than anything ever seen in the palace.
"This dough—"
Li Shimin swallowed a mouthful, looking at the pale green dough exposed at the broken end of his hand. "It's a bit rough, not as delicate as white flour, but the more you chew, the more fragrant it becomes."
"It's mixed grains."
Li Lizhi quickly brought out Su Mu's explanation, "This was ground by my own hands. Mung beans, soybeans, and millet, three kinds of beans mixed together. Su Mu said that this is called the essence of five grains."
"Pushing the millstone by hand?"
Li Shimin paused, looking at the speck of flour at his daughter's temples. "You? Grinding the millstone?"
"Yes."
Li Lizhi recalled the heavy stone mill and Su Mu's lazy face, and couldn't help but straighten her back. "Su Mu said, governing a large country is like cooking a small fish, and grinding a millstone is also a form of self-cultivation."
The beans are hard and angular. When they go into the mill, they are squeezed and their rawness is removed. What comes out is a delicate and inclusive dough.
Only in this way can something become useful.
The half-eaten pancake in Li Shimin's hand froze in mid-air.
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