The Quan family has a total of three kitchens, one kitchen each in the Hall of Mercy and Grace and Qingying Curie.
The small kitchen of Ci'en Hall provided Quan Da Niang and Quan Yiting, and Ren Ying also ate with her.
Qingyingju is naturally Quan Moxian and Fang Jinshu and his wife.
The small kitchen is only for the master, and all the servants and servants in the outer courtyard and inner house, regardless of rank, go to the big kitchen to bring food back to eat.
In order to make the masters eat fresh, the ingredients in the small kitchen are not much, but they are very complete and exquisite.
The ingredients in it are all first-class, and there are many foods such as fish maw, bird's nest and other foods that ordinary people can't afford.
Fang Jinshu looked at it, asked Fang Zhi to tie up her sleeves, and said, "I'll make a pastry for both mother and Dudu to taste." ” Grandma has to cook, which is not tolerated.
The cook hurriedly got up from the stove and said, "If there is anything that can help, the eldest grandmother will command." ” "It's okay, you can spare a stove for me.
With the help of Fang Zhi and Chunyu, it is enough to not delay your efforts.
What she wants to do is a sweet and delicious golden soufflé, which is suitable for the elderly and children.
First, I picked one or two peanuts and soybeans, put them on the stove to dry thoroughly, and grind them into powder with a hand-pushed stone.
At the same time, chop the seedless red dates, add a little water, and slowly pour the ground powder and sucrose into it and stir.
When the wetness is right, knead them into small balls one by one with your hands, and then press them into chubby round cakes.
On top, put one as a garnish.
After all this is done, it is steamed in a steamer for a quarter of an hour, steamed from the inside out, and then put it in the oven to bake.
It's just that it takes time to bake, and it won't be out of the cage for a while.
After doing all this, Fang Zhi sent water and cleaned her hands.
Fang Jinshu glanced at the sun outside and ordered, "Spring Rain, you are here to watch the fire for me."
After about two quarters of an hour, look at the color, golden brown and crispy, and you can come out of the cage. ” The crisp sound of spring rain responded.
Fang Jinshu put down his sleeves and untied his apron, asked Fang Zhi to serve a plate of freshly steamed lotus cakes, and hurried back to the inner study.
It took some time for soybeans and peanuts to be ground into powder, and it was more than a quarter of an hour after she told Quan Yiting.
She was worried about it, and she was afraid that Quan Yiting would not be able to hold her breath.
No matter how smart he is, he's still a kid.
After being alone in the study for a long time, Fang Jinshu was worried that he was thinking nonsense.
However, all these worries came to naught when he saw Kwon Yiting.
The situation in the inner study was no different from when she left.
It even made her start to doubt herself, did she really leave for more than half an hour?
Quan Yiting sat there steadily, his small body was still straight, and even the posture of holding the pen was still so standard.
However, if you look closely, his wrist trembles slightly.
After all, he was young, and he practiced for more than half an hour in a row, which was too much of a burden on him.
In his hand, a stack of rice paper was neatly placed, all of which were the results of his pen practice.
The tea on the bookcase was a little light, and it was obvious that it had been added several times.
"Dudu, let's rest first."
Fang Jinshu stepped into the room and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, my mother wanted to make a golden soufflé for you to taste, but I came back late after delaying the time." ” When Quan Yiting saw her come back, his eyes lit up, and he put the brush in his hand on the pen stand, and wanted to jump off the chair.
"Wait."
The pestle was placed on the chair and was not fixed.
Fang Jinshu was afraid of falling him, so he hurriedly stepped forward and hugged him off the chair with his own hands.
The feeling of a small body snuggled in her arms has not been felt for many years.
Quan Yiting wrapped his arms around her neck, and his little hands were fat and soft.
Leaving the chair, he didn't want to let go, he wanted to get tired of being in Fang Jinshu's arms.
Feeling his attachment to himself, Fang Jinshu looked at the little guy in his arms and laughed.
It seems that no matter how sensible he behaves, he is still a child who lacks love in his bones.
Simply, she sat on the chair by the window with Quan Yiting in her arms, and instructed Fang Zhi to make two cups of tea again.
"How?
After practicing for a long time, do you feel tired?
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Fang Jinshu stretched out his hand and kneaded his wrist for Quan Yiting.
"Not tired."
Quan Yiting shook his head.
Fang Jinshu took a piece of lotus cake and gave it to him, and said, "If you're hungry, eat a piece to cushion your stomach first." ” "Is this what Mother just did in the kitchen?"
Quan Yiting tilted his head and asked.
"It's not.
I'm still roasting what I just made, and I'll have to wait a while.
Fang Jinshu explained.
Hearing this, Quan Yiting put down the lotus cake in his hand and said, "Then I won't eat it, I'll wait to eat what my mother made."
This will be eaten, and it will not be eaten later. ” This kid is so likable.
Able to resist the temptation in front of you and know how to refrain from it.
It's not easy for a child.
Sometimes, even adults can't do it.
Fang Jinshu couldn't help but kiss his little cheek and said, "Eat a little first, don't be hungry."
If I like to eat the golden nizzle, I'll make it next time. ” Quan Yiting thought about it, but still shook his head resolutely.
Seeing him like this, Fang Jinshu was not reluctant, let him take a sip of tea, and said, "You sit down first, and my mother will go and see how you are doing." ” Quan Yiting answered, slipped out of her arms, and sat obediently on the chair, waiting for her praise with sparkling eyes.
Fang Jinshu picked up the stack of papers and looked at it carefully, and found that Quan Yiting's progress was very obvious.
When he first started practicing, his brushstrokes were still very immature, and he lacked control over the lines under his brushwork.
But in the back, progress is rapid.
The newly practiced one on the table, except for the poor pen strength, seems to have the seven or eight points of the essence of his own page demonstration.
That's an amazing learning speed!
Half an hour may sound like a short time, but it's nothing at all for learning to paint.
I think that when I first started learning to draw, it took several days to do the basic exercises before I could reach the level of Quan Yiting now.
Could it be that the Quan Yiting in front of him is not a real child?
Fang Jinshu thought of himself and Wei Yixin.
Since there are two of them in this world who have lived a lifetime, it is not unimaginable to have one more.
How similar is Quan Yiting's learning speed to himself?
However, with such a low chance, will you be met by yourself?
The more Fang Jinshu thought about it, the more surprised she became, she turned her head suddenly, and saw Quan Yiting with both hands on the stool, and a pair of legs hanging on the chair swaying happily.
Seeing her look over, a big smile bloomed.
Where did you come from?
At this moment, Fang Jinshu affirmed in his heart that Quan Yiting was by no means an ordinary child.
"Mother."
Quan Yiting smiled brightly, met her surprised eyes, and said, "I can't say it." ” Fang Jinshu was taken aback.
This sentence has no beginning or end, but she understands seven or eight points.