On a vacation, I had nothing to do at home, so I wanted to eat a hand-grabbed cake on a whim.

I think I can't do it anyway, so I can learn from the video!

My initial preparation went smoothly, but the cake baked at the back might make people laugh.

I first learned from other people's videos and got some flour in the basin, half with boiling water and half with cold water.

When you knead the noodles together, at first glance, you really look like the one in the video.

I thought it was easy to learn at that time, and I was sure to succeed at that moment!

Then learn to make pastry, pour it directly on the flour after the oil is hot, and then stir it evenly with chopsticks.

After reading it, it really turned into butter crisp.

I was very happy at once: "Wow, it's amazing! I did it so well the first time, and I felt a sense of accomplishment! Hey hey ~ "

After waking up, I began to make cakes.

Like others, a little oil on the chopping board won't stick.

Then all kinds of kneading, all kinds of kneading, after a long time, finally got a big cake.

As a result, the cake is too big to put in the iron ladle or bake.

Knead the noodles again and got two small noodles.

It's finally time to eat pancakes.

Looking at the golden cake in the spoon, I can't help but look forward to the finished product.

I really want to take it out quickly.

Due to the uncontrollable heat, the original golden crust was baked to black.

Quickly turn to the minimum fire, thinking it would be better.

As a result, the crust of the cake is getting darker and darker, which really makes people unbearable.

What shall we do? It makes me anxious.

Why is this broken ladle so heat-resistant? It's nothing yet. You can't eat any cake.

I can't help it. Let's throw away this half-cooked black one.

When I was the second, I changed my path.

I poured a lot of oil into the spoon, but it was salted.

I think, since I can't fire, I'll fire. That should do it.

As a result, it didn't work again. The cake absorbed all the oil and became black and burnt.

It seems that the gap between ideal and reality is really not a little. I am really a crippled party!

In the end, I really couldn't go on, so I had to run away from the kitchen in despair.

Fortunately, later my mother went in and picked up the "pot" I made and solved all the hemorrhoids on my chopping board.

Then the next day, I found a big plate of oil cakes on the dining table.

However, no one wants to enjoy this kind of "delicious food".

My craft is also great. ...