With Feng Liu, of course, grinding mung bean noodles requires strength and no skills, and of course it is handed over to him.

Feng Liu's two words didn't say a word, and he went straight to work.

Carambola Creek and Rong Jiu'er prepared the ingredients for the evening.

By the time they had done their preparations, Toyoroku had already grinded it out.

"You go and change Brother Feng, it's not easy to grind this. Carambola Xi sent Rong Jiu'er out.

Rong Jiu'er didn't have the slightest suspicion, and replaced Feng Liu in the past.

Carambola Creek took the opportunity to change the mung bean noodles, put them directly on the plate, and put them in the steamer.

The mung bean noodles were steamed for half an hour and then taken out, and they were already solidified together.

She took a big spoon and turned over the noodles, crushed them carefully while they were hot, sifted them, dug a small pit in the middle of the mung bean noodles, and added an appropriate amount of sugar.

Pour in warm boiled water to melt the sugar, drip some sesame oil, stir into granules with chopsticks from the middle to the outside, then rub it with your hands, and then sift it.

Finally, put it into the moon cake mold and press it flat and compact, and after demolding, it is a beautiful and delicious mung bean cake.

In the process of doing it, in order to cover up, of course, Carambola Creek put on a full shelf, who knew that unconsciously, it also drove the mind.

The star power surged, and the mung bean cake and Xiling tea made were almost the same.

In this regard, Carambola Creek was very helpless.

This mung bean cake that was accidentally injected with star power is not suitable for ordinary people to eat.

"Knock~~"

There was a knock on the door.

Carambola Xi didn't care either, picking and picking up the ones that were suitable for Rong Jiu'er and Feng Liu to eat on the plate, and storing the rest in the kitchen on the 33rd floor.

Xia Zecheng is not here, and she can only eat those by herself.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

Outside, Rong Jiu'er, who was replaced by Feng Liu and was idle, went to open the door.

The old man standing outside the door was the same one who had appeared on the stairs over there.

Rong Jiu'er couldn't help but be surprised.

"That, I was passing by and smelled something good. The old man sniffled, his eyes drifting inward, "Excuse me, can I buy some from you?"

"Huh?" Rong Jiu'er was stunned.

She heard her right, right?

Just because I smelled something delicious at her house, I came here...... Buy?

"Old man, our house is not a restaurant. Carambola Creek also heard it, walked out, and smiled at the old man and replied.

"I know your house is not a restaurant, and I'm afraid that the restaurants in this world can't make such good things. The old man was a little embarrassed, but his eyes didn't show any embarrassment, but after glancing at the kitchen, he fell on Carambola Creek, "Little girl, were you making something just now?"

"Yes. Carambola Creek nodded, also looking at the old man.

The old man was very inconspicuous, just like standing on the stairs before, and did not attract much attention from her.

He is ordinary like thousands of ordinary old people on the street.

However, she did not ignore his words that "the restaurants in this world are afraid that they can't make such good things".

Did he know something, or did he really smell it just by his nose?

"There is an aura. The old man smiled and said his discovery very directly, "The little girl is very good. ”

This sentence immediately aroused the vigilance of Rong Jiu'er and Feng Liu.

Carambola Creek was even more shocked in her heart.

The old man was talking about aura, a word that even Old Man Xia had never said.

"Little girl, I don't know if you can sell me a little? a little bit. The old man asked gently.

"You please. Carambola Creek's mind changed sharply, and she politely let people in.

"Peach Creek. Rong Jiu'er didn't agree with the move of putting this kind of person who didn't know the details into the house.

"The old man is a person who loves to eat, just like you. Carambola Creek said with a smile.

Foodies who can smell the aura just by smelling it are not ordinary.

She had to figure it out!