Ingredients: 2 pieces of 8-inch cake (Qifeng)

Accessories: 200 grams of whipped cream, 50 grams of milk, 3 pieces of gelatin, and appropriate amount of blueberries.

Seasoning: blueberry sauce130g, sugar 50g.

Exercise:

1. Make Qifeng cake first and prepare all the materials.

2. Cut the baked Qifeng cake into three pieces, using only two pieces.

3. Cut the appropriate size on the cake slice with wood silk.

4. Soak gelatin in ice water for 5 minutes, then add it into milk and sugar.

5. Turn on a small fire and keep stirring until the gelatin is completely melted. Turn off the fire and let it cool to room temperature.

6. Cool and add to the jam.

7. Stir well with jam

8. Beat the whipped cream into 7 portions and distribute them.

9. Add the jam milk to the whipped cream.

10. Stir evenly to form Mu Si solution.

1 1. Wrap the whole mousse circle with tin foil and put the sliced Qifeng cake in the mousse circle.

12. Use a piece of cake to pour the stirred mousse liquid into the mousse circle until it reaches 1/2.

13. Add a slightly smaller piece of cake (mine is too irregular and ugly).

14. Pour mousse liquid until it is flush with the mold.

15. put the mold in the refrigerator for more than 4 hours.

The practice of blueberry mousse 2 When Mo Yan walked into the room, all three people in the family were laughing. Seeing Mo Yan, the three men scrambled to hide something. Mother greeted her with a sweet and greasy smile: "Xiaoyan, come here quickly." Uncle Duan brought your favorite blueberry from Heilongjiang. "

Mo Yan coldly replied to his mother in three words: "I am tired!" "Say that finish, into his little bedroom, disappointed with tears shouted.

Mo Yan picked up his father's photo frame on the desk and added a layer of hatred to his mother. How did she forget her father so soon? Blueberries belong to dad's unique taste. How did she tell those two people?

The next day, Mo Yan skipped class for the first time and deliberately left his mobile phone at home. Four years later, my mother came out of the car accident and started a new family. Mo Yan hates that kind of forgetfulness, and Duan and Duan's fat father, who always walks over, also make Mo Yan feel disgusted.

Suddenly, there was a rustle in the bushes-Duan panted in front of her. He said: "I know that you have never regarded me as your brother, but I have always regarded you as my sister from the moment I set foot in this house." I have experienced everything you have experienced, and no one owes you happiness and happiness. Happiness and happiness are to be found by yourself! "

Mo Yan looked up at Duan with sparkling eyes. He is only one year older than himself. He can say such a thing.

When going down the mountain, Mo Yan asked, "How did you know I was here?"

"I pay attention to your Weibo,' the bitter haha of optimists'. Do you remember this fan? I saw you write that you used to come here for a walk with your uncle. I'll try my luck. The scenery on this mountain is really good! "

"Today is my birthday!" Mo Yan said in a mosquito-like voice. Duan didn't seem to hear it. He was busy on the phone and told his mother and uncle Duan that they had found her.

As soon as they entered the room, the lights in the hall suddenly went out, the candles lit up and the birthday song came to mind. By candlelight, Mo Yan saw that it was blueberry mousse cake-it was her favorite and belonged to her father.

That mousse cake tastes terrible. Duan said cheerfully, "Mo Yan, don't think this is the worst blueberry cake. In fact, this is the twelfth blueberry mousse cake baked by the three of us! "

Mo Yan's surprised mouth is enough to swallow the cake.

Uncle Duan smiled: "We really don't have your father's talent. Let's bake one, and your mother will have to identify whether it tastes like this. "

"What about me? You made a special trip to Heilongjiang to find fresh blueberries? "

Mo Yan suddenly thought of coming back that day. The three of them are hiding something secretly. I think it must be the unsuccessful blueberry cake.

"You don't have to do this, I have nothing!" When he said this, Mo Yan was full of guilt.

That night, she said to her father's photo, "Dad, I'm going to start over. Bless me! " "

She bid farewell to four years of sadness. She thought she wouldn't give up the pursuit of happiness, because she was growing up, which no one could refuse.