Zhuang Minhua was slightly stunned, smiled, picked up the teacup, and took a sip slowly, "My ancestor loves me and doesn't want the house I live in to be lived in by others." If the tenth sister wants to live in the courtyard of the ancestors, where is not the room, why do you have to squeeze to me. ”

The relationship between the original owner and the tenth sister Zhuang Minyu has not been very good. Zhuang Minyu is the youngest daughter of Zhuang Erye, who has been favored by the second lady since she was a child, and her temperament is quite domineering.

For the sake of this room, she had many conflicts with Zhuang Minhua, and later Mrs. Tai came forward to punish her, so she stopped, but she secretly held a grudge in her heart. When she was not married, she secretly embarrassed the original owner.

"Of course, it's because your house is the main house, and no matter how many rooms there are in Rongchang Hall, it's not the main house, and the meaning is of course different." Zhuang Yi said in her heart, but her relationship with Aunt Eighteen was better, and Aunt Ten's temper was a little unbearable, so she was willing to sell a favor to Zhuang Minhua and told her about it.

It turned out that Miss Ten went back to her parents' house last time, and when she saw Zhuang Minhua getting married, this room was empty, so she clamored to live in.

When Zhuang Minhua heard this, she was a little unhappy, no matter how Zhuang Minxue messed with her, she didn't care, but it was not okay to mess with the ancestors. Let's find a time to talk to the ancestor, Zhuang Minxue will let her live if she wants to, she doesn't want the ancestor to bother about this matter anymore. Zhuang Yiduan, as a junior, can take the initiative to tell her these words, and she understands this favor.

In a blink of an eye, Zhuang Yirui looked at the pastries on the plate and drooled, and hurriedly stuffed a piece of jade cake for her. Zhuang Yi held his forehead, "How can you bring out this gluttony?" If you are like this in someone else's house, others will treat you as a dealer and will not even let you eat anything. ”

"My mother just won't let me eat it." Zhuang Yirui's mouth was stuffed to the ground, and he puffed out his cheeks and said angrily. She is round and jade, staring at a pair of big round eyes, wearing a pink gauze skirt and a gold collar, which is very cute.

Zhuang Minhua couldn't help but laugh and touched her bag.

Zhuang Yi glanced at her, took out the pastry crumbs that Xiupa wiped the corners of her mouth for her, and saw that she was still chewing, so he stuffed Xiupa into her hand, "Your mother is also for your good, you have been eating and eating, and you can't get married if you become a big fat man." ”

The little girl was a little distressed when she heard this, "But Daddy said that this is very good!" Daddy said that you are too thin, big sister, you have to be like Ruier to be good-looking. ”

"What?" Zhuang Yiduan shouted in surprise, "How can the second uncle say? Hmph, he taught you again, I am the best way, I will tell the second aunt when I turn around, saying that the second uncle is teaching you again. ”

Zhuang Yirui's round face was about to wrinkle, he looked at Zhuang Yiduan pitifully, and he didn't eat the pastries, "Don't tell my mother...... Aunt Eighteen, do you think my father is right? "The little girl is really smart, she knows how to deflect the war and ask for help.

Zhuang Minhua looked at the two sisters, Zhuang Yi was wearing a comb, a beaded crown on his head, a pink and green gauze skirt, a gold collar around his neck, and a string of pearl chains wrapped around his right hand, which he loosely put three loops on his white wrist. With a small face and a small waist, the whole person is as tender as a budding lotus flower in the center of the pool.

Look at Zhuang Yirui's round body, round head, round face, round eyes, plus a round bun head, and then put on a powder gauze skirt, a live powder bun.

This comparison, coupled with the eyes of the two little girls, she couldn't help but tease them: "Your father said something wrong." ”

"Ahh Zhuang Yirui was a little disappointed and held back his mouth. Zhuang Yi pursed his mouth proudly, and his eyes were shining.

Zhuang Minhua changed his voice and said: "There is also a saying that is right. The two little girls opened their mouths wide, and Zhuang Minhua smiled and said, "Not only is Duan'er so good-looking, but Rui'er is also very cute." It all looks good in my opinion. ”

Both of them were stunned and immediately laughed. Zhuang Minhua sighed in his heart, are the banker's girls so simple? The original owner is, and so are the two little girls in front of him.

After teasing the little girl, she remembered what was going on, "Doesn't Ruier like to eat pastries?" It just so happens that Aunt Eighteen has recently figured out a few fresh snacks and is planning to make them for the ancestors, you are considered to be blessed. Duan'er can also eat some, if you don't eat too much, you won't get fat, and girls will look better with a little meat. ”

After speaking, she called Qianhong and asked her to tell the small kitchen to prepare the materials, and she would go over later. The courtyard of the ancestor is equipped with a small kitchen all the year round, which is convenient for her.

Zhuang Yiduan has already begun to learn to make pastries, and volunteered to go to the small kitchen to help, and Zhuang Yirui also took the opportunity to go over to observe.

Zhuang Minhua only asked her to wait at the kitchen door, and he brought it into the kitchen.

The housekeeper's mother in the small kitchen is also an old acquaintance, and Zhuang Minhua grew up eating her pastries. I heard that I was making health pastries for Mrs. Tai, so I happily gave up the kitchen.

Zhuang Minhua first wanted to make a pumpkin snack, because he needed milk, so he asked Fang's mother to find milk first. Fang's mother said strangely: "Because this thing tastes too fishy, no one wants to eat it, and it can still be used to make snacks?" ”

"Yes, milk can be used not only for confectionery, but also for a lot of delicious confectionery!" Zhuang Minhua said proudly,

She first boiled the milk with almonds and put it in a casserole. Once boiling, strain off the almonds and set aside to cool.

At this moment, Qian Hong came in with a small basket, Zhuang Minhua took the basket and looked at it, and nodded with satisfaction, it was the ingredients she exchanged from the system: pandan leaves, small sago, coconut milk, starch, low-gluten flour, corn starch. These ingredients are missing in the pastry she is making today.

Zhuang Minhua nodded and said to Qianhong: "In the future, prepare a cup of milk for me every morning, just like I said that milk is fishy." Qianhong was busy, and Fang's mother smiled: "Where you need Miss Qianhong to do it, just tell the old slave." ”

"Mother Fang is polite, let Qianhong do something, otherwise she will be uncomfortable!" "It's not ......"

Zhuang Minhua ignored what they said, and saw that the milk was almost cold, so he hurriedly added the pumpkin puree that had been beaten, mixed well, and put it aside.

The rest of the pumpkin is diced, and she plans to make a pumpkin white fungus soup, soak the white fungus and cut off the roots; Wash and drain the red dates and wolfberries. Add red dates and pumpkin to boil again, then add rock sugar, turn to low heat, keep the pot slightly boiling, let the cook watch the fire, about an hour and a half, until the white fungus is soft and glutinous, add wolfberries and cook slightly before cooking.

Then sift the cake flour, cornstarch and salt into the milk and mix well until you don't see the flour. Then divide it into small dough, roll it into small balls by hand, slightly flatten, cut the surface into eight marks with a knife, insert the green raw pumpkin skin cut into long strips in advance, and the finished product is a delicate and lovely little pumpkin. The people in the kitchen were all appreciative of it. The last procedure should have been grilled with thin oil, which she changed to steam. First, there was no oven in ancient times, and secondly, the hard and hard baked ones were not as soft as those that were steamed, which were more suitable for the elderly to eat.

Then make coconut milk sago cakes, pick the widest part of the pandan leaf and cut it into a suitable shape. The cut pandan leaves are then stacked in a square, and the cut leaves are pressed down on top of each other to form the closed bottom of the container. The junction of the sides of the leaves is secured with a bamboo skewer. Pour the sago into the pot, add cold water, simmer until the sago is almost transparent, add the sweet corn kernels, and cook for a while. Remove the sago and corn kernels, pass through cold boiled water, control drying, add sugar to taste and set aside. Pour the coconut water into the pot, add the chopped pandan leaves, sugar and starch, stir while boiling over a slight heat, turn off the heat until the coconut water becomes thick, and pick out the pandan leaves. Pour the sago and corn halfway through the pandan leaf container, then pour in the thick coconut until it is full, and put it in ice cubes to solidify for about a quarter of an hour. After the pot is cooked, the sago cake is packed in a small bowl made of pandan leaves, green and white, fresh and elegant, very beautiful.

"Hey, Miss Eighteen is so ingenious, why is this snack so beautiful?" Mother Fang couldn't help but admire, her expression was exaggerated, she would make good snacks, but there was no in these ancestral recipes made by Miss Eighteen, not to mention the taste, there was a novelty. The color and fragrance have already met the two.

The fat girl Zhuang Yirui lay on the threshold of the small kitchen, stretched out her little head and looked at the kitchen, and shouted from time to time: "Aunt Eighteen, are you done?" He swallowed as he smelled the scent coming from the kitchen.