Snow Skin Lava Mooncake!

Chapter 99 Snow Skin Lava Mooncake!

Li Lizhi looked bewildered: "How can heart flow? Is that soup?"

Su Mu smiled mysteriously, offered no explanation, and turned to deal with another potted plant.

Those were dozens of freshly peeled salted egg yolks.

This stuff is really good; it's oily, fluffy, and a deep, glossy red.

Su Mu sprayed them with a little white wine to remove the fishy smell, then put them in the oven to bake them slightly until fine oil droplets appeared on their surface.

Take it out and crush it while it's still hot.

That unique salty aroma instantly exploded in the courtyard, quite domineering.

"It smells so good!"

Little Si sniffed, his mouth practically watering, "It's a salted egg!"

Su Mu added softened butter, milk powder, condensed milk, and a little melted gelatin to the crushed egg yolks.

This is the key to a flowing center.

It is solidified at room temperature, but as soon as it is heated slightly, or put in your mouth and put it in your mouth, the binding layer will melt away, and the filling inside will flow out like lava.

"With so much oil and sugar in this stuff, how can it taste good?"

Li Lizhi looked at the bowl of golden, oily filling with some doubt.

Although people in the Tang Dynasty loved oily food, the combination of butter, milk powder, and egg yolks sounded greasy enough.

"greasy?"

Su Mu stirred the filling well. The incredibly rich aroma of milk mixed with the salty fragrance of egg yolks wafted into his nostrils like a tiny hook. "Smell it, is it cloying?"

Li Lizhi leaned closer and took a sniff.

Really fragrant.

The aroma wasn't simply greasy; it was a rich, mellow scent that softened your heart. It was like the warm winter sun, or like a sip of sweet cheese you secretly ate as a child.

"Gurgle!"

An untimely noise.

Li Lizhi blushed, instinctively covered her stomach, and looked away with a wandering gaze.

Little Sizi was quite frank; she immediately stretched out her finger to poke into the basin: "Brother! I want to try a bite! Just one bite!"

Snapped.

Su Mu gently swatted away her little hand: "Raw food will give you diarrhea. Wait until it's cooked before you eat it."

He put the filling into an icebox to chill and set.

By this time, the dough in the steamer is ready.

Open the lid.

A pure aroma of rice mixed with milk wafted out.

Su Mu poured the steamed dough onto the cutting board.

The dough was so white it was dazzling, crystal clear, and looked less like dough and more like a whole piece of fine mutton fat jade, still trembling slightly.

hot!

But Su Mu's hands seemed made of iron.

He kneaded and stretched the dough while it was still hot, allowing the oil and flour to fully blend together.

His technique was fluid and effortless; the dough seemed to come alive in his hands, sometimes stretching, sometimes kneading, and finally transforming into a smooth and delicate large white ball.

Li Lizhi was stunned.

She had never seen this kind of noodles before.

Without a trace of heat or roasting, it sits there plain and white, exuding a cool and sophisticated feel.

"This... doesn't need to be baked?"

She couldn't help but ask.

"This is called ice skin."

Su Mu pinched off a small piece of dough and flattened it in his palm.

The leather was as thin as a cicada's wing; you could even see your fingerprints through it when it was held up to the light.

"The moon is naturally cold and serene; there's no reason to roast it with fire." Su Mu took out the chilled molten filling, wrapped it in the custard filling, rolled it into a ball, and then wrapped it in the snow skin.

Place it in the mold.

It was a wooden mold engraved with intricate patterns, but these patterns were not the common auspicious symbols of fortune, prosperity, longevity, and happiness; instead, they were simple cloud patterns and cassia branches.

One press, one buckle.

pat!

A small, exquisite, and flawless white mooncake landed on the cutting board.

Unlike traditional mooncakes, which have a burnt, golden-brown color, this one is pure white, with the pale yellow of the filling faintly visible through it, like the bright moon that has just risen in the sky, hazy yet exquisite.

"So beautiful————"

Li Lizhi couldn't help but admire it and gently poked it with her hand.

Soft.

The touch on my fingertips was delicate and slightly cool, like touching a baby's cheek.

"Is that all?"

"Put it in an ice bath and freeze for another half hour, and it will taste even better."

Su Mu's hands moved swiftly, and one after another, the little white chubby figures jumped out of the mold.

Little Sizi was already drooling, circling the cutting board: "Brother, can't we have seven now? It's so slow being so cold!"

"Haste makes waste, and so does impatience." Su Mu finished up the last bit of work, washed his hands, and looked up at the sky.

As dusk settled, a full moon had somehow climbed onto the eaves of the palace wall.

The moon was ridiculously large, a bright yellow, hanging in the deep blue sky, casting a soft glow over the dilapidated backyard of the imperial kitchen.

Looking at the moon, Su Mu suddenly felt a little dazed.

In my past life, Mid-Autumn Festival would have been filled with neon lights, mass-sent blessing messages on my phone, and beautifully packaged but not necessarily delicious mooncake gift boxes.

Now living in the Tang Dynasty, guarding this small woodshed and courtyard, although life is a bit austere, the moon here seems much brighter than in later generations.

He casually grabbed the towel draped over his shoulder and wiped his face, his eyes somewhat unfocused, and unconsciously hummed, "When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the blue sky—"

The sound was soft, carrying a hint of nonchalant laziness, yet it was exceptionally clear in the quiet courtyard.

Li Lizhi was helping to clean up the leftover powder on the cutting board when she heard this, and her hands suddenly froze.

She was well-versed in poetry and literature from a young age, and Li Shimin even hired numerous famous teachers and scholars for her.

She was tired of hearing the poems written by the scholars in the palace; most of them were just eulogies and flowery language.

But this sentence—

The moment she began, she was questioning the heavens; the bold and lonely spirit she exuded struck her heart like a bolt of lightning!

"I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palaces—"

Su Mu was completely oblivious to the reactions of those around him. He was still staring blankly at the moon, his thoughts drifting to the modern world he could never return to. The sense of alienation caused by the disorientation of time and space added a touch of vicissitude to his voice.

"I long to ride the wind and return, yet I fear the jade palaces and crystal towers, where the cold is unbearable at such heights—"

Clang!

The silver spoon in Li Lizhi's hand fell into the copper basin with a crisp sound.

She suddenly looked up and stared intently at the young cook in front of her, dressed in coarse linen clothes and exuding the smell of cooking.

Normally, he always seems carefree and only wants to slack off and coast through life. Even when he creates outrageous dishes, he only says it's for the sake of satisfying his appetite.

But at this moment.

Under the cold moonlight, he stood with his hands behind his back. The arrogance and loneliness that emanated from his very bones made Li Lizhi feel as if the person in front of her was about to ascend to heaven at any moment!

Riding the wind and returning —

Is he homesick?

But where is his home?

Could it be as my father suspected, that he is a reclusive master, a celestial being banished to the mortal realm?

"Dancing with my shadow, how unlike the mortal world!"

Su Mu suddenly came to his senses as he read this.

broken!

That's over the top!

He looked down and met Li Lizhi's shocked and speechless eyes, and Xiao Sizi's admiring gaze, which, although she couldn't understand, made her think her brother was amazing.

"Well----"

Su Mu scratched his head, the ethereal aura he had just exuded vanishing instantly. "Well, I was just rambling, don't take it seriously."

"Nonsense?"

Li Lizhi took a deep breath, her voice trembling, "You call this nonsense?"

Wouldn't all the officials and scholars in the court, those self-proclaimed romantic talents, be so ashamed that they would want to bang their heads against the wall?

"What's the name of this word?"

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