The first time I tried to make bread, I made it strictly according to the online recipes. Everything is going on in an orderly way. But when it comes to wiping glove film, it beats me. I have been gritting my teeth for more than ten minutes, and my wrist is so sour that I didn't even see a thick film. Stick to your teeth for fluffy and fragrant bread! I struggled for another half an hour and finally achieved initial results. I am overjoyed and want to make persistent efforts. There was only one creak, and the voice resounded through the sky. I'm probably the only person in the world who can rub his face and dislocate his wrist. Facing the doctor's inquiry, I am embarrassed to say that I was injured by kneading bread. It is really the most tragic food.
However, as an old saying goes, you must get up from where you fell. When your wrist was just right, I began to make bread with my heart. In a week, I wasted ten catties of flour, five catties of eggs and all kinds of wonderful finished products. Some are as hard as stone, and almost knocked out one of her husband's teeth. Some of them are too sour, just like rotten steamed bread. Some bread is so dry that a few bites can make people suffocate. During my exploration, the whole family was tortured. As long as they see me touch the oven, the frightened expression on their faces is like going to purgatory on earth.
Alas, the bread made now is barely edible, but it is not as good as the delicious bread in the cake shop. I only learned baking to save money, and now I find it too expensive. The materials and equipment I put in are estimated to be enough for the whole family to buy bread for several years. Now I have completely lost interest, and the oven has been thrown in the corner of the kitchen to collect dust. Put yourself down, put down the stomach of the whole family!