Roll out a piece of dough into a thin sheet about twenty centimeters wide, roll up the edges, then pinch the ends tightly, and voila, a pizza base shaped like a little boat appears.
Chen Muxue handed a toothpick to Cen Lizhui with a serious expression: "This sacred task is entrusted to you, Sister Rong! I mean, Zhui Li!"
Cen Lizhui took the toothpick in complete confusion: "What task?"
"Poke holes in it!"
Cen Lizhui tried poking it once: "Like this?"
"Exactly, no need to poke the edges, but do it densely without breaking it." Chen Muxue nodded.
Actually, it was supposed to be done with a fork, which would have been much more convenient, but unfortunately, there weren't any forks here, so this arduous task was given to Cen Lizhui.
Don't be fooled by its simplicity, but poking all four pizza bases with toothpick holes is a very time-consuming and tedious task.
During this time, Chen Muxue began making pizza sauce.
