Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 257 - 257 257 Farewell Kiss (4)_1

Chapter 257: Chapter 257 Farewell Kiss (4)_1 Chapter 257: Chapter 257 Farewell Kiss (4)_1 After steaming the ribs, Lin Yuan started to make the pocket pancake.

In fact, making pocket pancakes is quite simple, it’s nothing more than cooking a pancake first, then stuffing various meats and vegetables in the middle of it.

But this seemingly simple thing also requires skill, because some people need to use a knife to completely split open the middle of the pancake, while Lin Yuan’s pocket pancake doesn’t need that, just splitting the edges open.

The middle of the pocket pancake naturally forms layers, and that’s Lin Yuan’s little secret to making pancakes.

She divided the well-risen dough into palm-sized portions, then brushed a layer of oil on the surface and gathered the outer layer inward.

That was Lin Yuan’s secret to making hollow pancakes.

Once the dough was portioned out, she rolled each piece into a small round pancake.

To prevent the dough from drying out, Lin Yuan specifically found two clean cloths and covered each pancake with cloth after rolling, until all of the dough had been rolled into pancakes.

At this point, you couldn’t just put it in the pan to fry yet; a second fermentation was necessary, or else the pancakes wouldn’t easily become hollow when fried.

While waiting for the dough to ferment again, Lin Yuan took out the flat-bottomed pan she had custom-made at Old Iron Head’s place and cleaned it.

In fact, she had ordered quite a few pans that day, but since the house was not yet finished and the kitchen had not been built, there was no place for these large pans at home.

Hence, Lin Yuan had only taken the flat-bottomed pan and the soup pot that she might need.

Since she had a small stove, she wouldn’t have to move the large iron plate used for making mooncakes this time.

To be honest, it was her first time using a flat-bottomed pan in her life, and one could only imagine her excitement.

Xia Zheng quietly watched her from the side, enjoying the last moments together before they parted.

Lin Yuan was also reluctant to see him leave, and although she was loath to have him standing in the doorway, inhaling the smell of cooking oil, she didn’t send him away.

The sight of the flat-bottomed pan raised Xia Zheng’s eyebrows even higher, as it was the first time he had seen such a pan.

Not even the Imperial kitchen in the Palace had such pans.

“This thing is so strange,” he said.

Lin Yuan put the flat-bottomed pan on the small stove to heat it up and smiled, “Yes, this is called a flat-bottomed pan.

I had it custom-made.”

Only his woman could come up with such novel items.

Xia Zheng’s eyes heated up even more as he watched Lin Yuan, wishing he could bring this girl back to the Capital city, to show those annoying women who clung to him the kind of woman who really deserved to stand beside him, Xia Zheng.

Once the flat-bottomed pan was hot, she didn’t put any oil in it but directly placed the small pancake inside.

Once it had inflated sufficiently, she flipped it to fry the other side.

It didn’t take long before a pocket pancake was ready.

Lin Yuan gently prodded the inflated pocket pancake with her finger to check if it was done.

Xia Zheng, on the other hand, looked on in amazement, “What’s inside this?

How can it puff up so high?”

“It’s empty inside.” After taking the first pocket pancake out of the pan with a spatula and wrapping it in cloth to prevent it from becoming dry, Lin Yuan picked up the second small pancake and put it into the flat-bottomed pan.

Xia Zheng was even more astonished and, while she wasn’t looking, sneakily took the first pocket pancake, ready to tear it open with his hands.

“Don’t tear it!”

Good thing Lin Yuan had sharp eyes; otherwise, her pocket pancake would have been ruined by Xia Zheng.

“I just wanted to see what’s inside,” he pouted, looking wronged.

Lin Yuan shook her head, wordlessly took the pocket pancake from his hands, pressed it gently with her left hand, and with the knife in her right hand, slowly made a cut along the edge of the pancake.

Then, she opened it to show him.

“See, there’s nothing inside, it’s hollow.

That’s why it’s called pocket pancake.”