Serve as Contrast Team in a ‘Dad with Baby’ Show

The father and daughter stared at each other for a while.

Then Lin Momo said to Lin Cheng, “Making buns is actually very simple.” 

While there was clearly an intent to encourage, the tone held a hint of guilt as well as a bit of deceit, no matter how you heard it.

Regarding Lin Momo’s statement, Lin Cheng was noncommittal.

Since neither father nor daughter had actual combat experience in this war of making steamed buns, they finally decided to take some flour for experimentation.

According to the ratio given in the tutorial, the two people—one big and one small—first prepared the required flour, yeast, improver, and water.

Lin Cheng started to mix the ingredients, while Lin Momo stood before the flat board, staring intently.

“Is it ready?” Lin Momo asked after a while.

“Not yet,” Lin Cheng kneaded the dough over and over until it reached the ‘smooth surface’ mentioned in the tutorial.

“Is it ready now?” Lin Momo continued to ask.

Glancing at the eager girl next to him, the corners of Lin Cheng’s mouth twitched slightly, secretly amused.

“Not yet.” Lin Cheng looked at the time, put the kneaded dough into the basin, covered it with a layer of moistened gauze, and said to Lin Momo, “Wait for another hour.”

The temperature has been high for the past few days, so it now was much more convenient to wake up the dough, and it can be proofed directly at room temperature.

While waiting for the dough to rise, Lin Cheng left to do other things, but Lin Momo insisted on staying by the basin.

But there seemed to be no change in the dough?

Lin Momo pouted.

The waiting time was too long, and at what point did Lin Momo fell asleep—even she herself didn’t know.

When Lin Momo woke up, the dough in the washbasin covered with gauze had already swelled up in front of her—when the gauze was removed, the small ball that had been lying at the bottom of the basin had now become large and fat.

Filled with curiosity, Lin Momo stretched out her finger and poked it. The dough was soft, and the part that was poked bounced back a little, leaving a shallow finger pit.

It’s really a bit fun!

Lin Momo secretly smiled and stretched out her finger to try again.

At this moment, Lin Cheng’s voice suddenly came from behind.

“Lin Momo.”

Lin Momo’s back stiffened, and she quickly withdrew her hand.

“What, what?” Lin Momo turned to look at Lin Cheng, and instinctively put her hands behind her back, as if she had done something wrong.

“Don’t poke it with your hands,” Lin Cheng said.

“I’m not—” I just wanted to see if the dough was ready, was what she wanted to say, but Lin Momo didn’t say the last few words. She met Lin Cheng’s slightly stern eyes and admitted her mistake in seconds, honestly saying, “It’s just that I think it’s kind of fun.”

Hearing Lin Momo’s reason, the corners of Lin Cheng’s mouth twitched slightly.

“It’s not for playing.” Lin Cheng walked over to Lin Momo’s side as he spoke and pinched the dough.

It felt… really good.

While thinking this, Lin Cheng lowered his head only to meet the girl’s accusing eyes, as if saying ‘you poked it too!’ and he felt a tinge of guilt.

“I’m checking whether the dough has risen well,” Lin Cheng said solemnly.

Hearing this, Lin Momo’s eyes lit up; she moved closer to the washbasin, and asked expectantly, “Is it ready now?”

Lin Cheng: “…” 

He wasn’t sure how to tell the little girl. The dough still needed to be proofed a second time, that is, it needed to wait for another half an hour. Will the child collapse on the spot from impatience?

“Wait a little longer.” After Lin Cheng finished speaking, he kneaded the dough again and started the second fermentation.

Lin Momo waited anxiously for another half an hour, and finally—her long wait over—the dough was completely fermented.

The barrage area of ​​the livestream channel was full of congratulations.

[Congratulations to Momo and Dad for completing the big project of making dough hands-on!]

[Haha, I thought this task would overturn, but unexpectedly they did well.]

[It seems that the dough made by dad and baby is not bad.]

[Although kneading the dough is only the first step, it will be more difficult to roll the dough and make buns later, right? ]

… …

The livestream viewers started to become nervous for the dad and baby team.

On the screen, Lin Cheng was watching the tutorial video of how to roll dough again.

After that, Lin Cheng began to knead the dough again according to the method taught in the video, knead into long strips, cut into small dough pieces of equal size, and then flatten the dough pieces, pinch the center of the dough pieces with one hand and rotate them, and use the other hand to knead the dough. Then finally, thin out the dough with a rolling pin.

During the whole process, Lin Cheng’s operation seemed to be proficient and smooth, and at first glance, there was a bit of a professional temperament.

After more than ten seconds, a dough in the shape of a ‘poached egg’ was born.

“There are ruffles here,” Lin Momo pointed to the ‘poached egg’ and said.

Lin Cheng remained silent, took a few more small pieces of dough and tried again.

As a result, several ‘poached eggs’, ‘clouds’, ‘triangles’ and several ‘little hearts’ were born.

From the corner of the eye, he could see Lin Momo standing to one side, holding the chopping board, with her little feet on tiptoe, looking eager to try. 

Lin Cheng raised his eyebrows. “Want to try?”

“Yeah,” Lin Momo nodded for a while.

Seeing this, Lin Cheng handed her the rolling pin.

Lin Momo took the rolling pin and the dough pieces, and prepared them in a dignified manner, still muttering, “It’s really simple.”

However, within three seconds, Lin Momo was in Waterloo.

Originally, when she watched the instructional video and the owner of the bun shop rolling the dough, it looked quite easy and the movements were fast. But when Lin Momo tried to do it herself, the dough seemed to be disobedient!

Lin Momo wanted it to grow bigger to the left, but the right side was rolled longer and longer. She wanted the dough not to move, but it was driven all over the chopping board by the rolling pin as if it had grown legs.

“Let me do it,” Lin Cheng said after a while. At least the dough he rolled could still be said to be ’round’ in shape.

“Okay…” Lin Momo moved away from the chopping board, but her eyes were still staring at the sorry-looking pieces of dough with a look of ‘hating iron for not becoming steel’.