Ninghua, whether in his previous life or now, likes dairy products, especially now, this milk does not permeate water and does not add melamine, so how much can he eat with confidence, therefore, since Zhiwei was a child, he often asked people to make some milk dumplings and milk tofu.

However, the strange thing is that since Zhiwei broke off her breast milk, she was unwilling to touch other dairy products, and she always vomited every time she fed her, and later, even Ning Hua couldn't touch dairy products, she would vomit when she smelled it.

Although Ning Hua's appetite for dairy products is extremely strong, no matter how strong she is, it is not as important as her daughter's body, so she can only quit this.

But now it's okay, this time I went to the capital, I have to stay for five or six days, let's just haode do some, and then have a good time.

"Fujin, the old slave thinks that it is necessary to slowly let Gege get used to it, otherwise, how can it be good to wait for Gege to marry Mongolia in the future?" Mama Li saw that Ning Hua was cooking delicious food without heart and lungs, so she reminded.

This royal Gege is married to Mongolia, although our little Gege is a descendant, but this is not a mother who is not favored, and then a descendant, at most, the title is a little higher, not to marry Mongolia?

"Well, it's a sad subject." I don't know if Zhiwei is lactose intolerant, but lactose intolerance seems to be pulling, and it has nothing to do with vomiting, and my former colleague has nothing to do with smelling milk, unless it is eaten.

Of course, it is not excluded that in modern milk, the water seeps too much, and people can't smell it, so the effect is not as good as that of ancient milk.

"Mama Li, do you want to try it, this Poria cake or yam cake seeps some milk, let's seep less first, and add it to Zhiwei little by little later?" Ning Hua came up with an idea.

"Okay, old slave try, why don't you try jujube paste yam cake first? Usually Xiao Gege loves to eat. Mama Li said.

Under Ning Hua's gaze, Mama Li neatly picked out the yams, peeled them, cut them into sections and prepared them for steaming, and when she was dealing with them, the mother in charge next to her had already picked out half a catty of red dates, peeled and pitted, and planned to make jujube paste.

"Mama Li, look, when steaming, is it appropriate for us to use milk below?" Ning Hua came up with an idea, in this way, won't the flavor slowly seep in, and add more in the future.

"It's not going to work." Mama Li wiped her hands and smiled, "This milk will overflow when it is boiled, if the master doesn't go back to the house to sit for a while, the old slave will serve it to the master." ”

This Fujin is here, the pressure is too great, it's okay for me, look at the other girls who have started it, the knife is about to cut off the fingers.

"No, no, I'm not dirty, I changed my clothes today, it's okay." Ning Hua didn't realize that she had hindered the work of others, and she also felt that she was a corporal and close to the grassroots, and continued to follow what she thought was a pro-people line.

"Hey, what's that?" This is not the legendary Lipu taro, how is it also the kitchen on the Seventh Elder Brother Zhuangzi, it seems that I watched it in which TV series, this is a tribute, it is the emperor's favorite, and the specific emperor himself has forgotten.

"If you go back to the master, this is Fenghua taro, brought by Mama Tu's fellow countrymen, try it." Mama Li explained.

What do you say is the master, he is actually interested in such a dirty thing, and the most important thing is that this thing does not belong to her, how can this be explained, if Fu Jin asks, oh, why is it not us in our kitchen, how do you want to answer, you can't say that you acquiesce to some servants to bring their things to the kitchen and burn them and then take them home, right?

Although Chai He really doesn't cost money, it's just that it's not a harbinger who doesn't take the master in his eyes.

You say you can't sit properly in the kitchen, or go straight back to the house?

However, it was hinted at just now, and it seems that the master didn't expect it, alas.

"Cook it to eat, I remember that it is also very delicious to boil it in water, or it can be pressed into a puree, made into a cake, taro cake, and then dipped in white sugar to eat."

I haven't eaten lychee taro in modern times, but I have eaten Fenghua taro, and the taste still makes me nostalgic, one word, good, two words, delicious.

"Master, do you want to try this?" How can Fujin say that the wind is rain, it's not that taro can't be eaten, it's just that this is not making yam cakes.

"Yes, try it, Bai Guo'er, take some silver and give it to Mama Tu, just say that I want the taro, just buy it from her, well, let's try it well, and then buy some from her fellow countrymen, and also make food for Zhiwei, change the taste." Ning Hua clapped his hands and laughed.

Ning Hua said here, the yam over there was also steamed, Mama Li ground the yam into a puree, added glutinous rice flour, stem rice flour, lard, sugar, milk, stirred evenly and steamed again.

"I'm here to help, too." Ning Hua saw that a few people were busy, so he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to show his skills.

Although she used to be an otaku, but because she was an otaku, her hands-on ability was still relatively strong, otherwise, she would definitely starve to death.

Although the things that are cooked are not as good as those big chefs in the kitchen, they make them for others to eat, and everyone says that they are delicious, so now that they are here, Ning Hua also wants to show his skills.

"Master, you need to cook it yourself, come on, come on, old slave come." As soon as Mama Li saw that Ning Hua was about to make a move, she was in a hurry, and burned down the kitchen, in case it burned Fujin, it would be a big matter, and the lives of her whole family might not be enough to compensate.

"Yes, master, the skin of this taro can't be touched at will, but it will hurt the skin, it's better to let Mama Li deal with it, the slave will accompany you to the house to drink tea and read some books, in this kitchen, there is too much fume, and the smell is not very good." Bai Guo also discouraged.

If you let Mama Yu know, how can you scold Mama Yu, not to mention, the master is a nobleman, if you want to eat, why do it yourself.

Ning Hua saw that everyone was against it, so he could only retreat with Baiguo.

After two quarters of an hour, Mama Li brought up the jujube paste yam cake, taro cake, and steamed taro that Ning Hua wanted, and there was a bowl of white sugar near the steamed taro slices, which was used to dip and eat.

Ning Hua took a piece of jujube paste yam cake and tasted it, it tasted good, and the milk flavor was quite strong, but he didn't know if Zhiwei's small family could stand it, so he put down his chopsticks and shook his head.

"Master, can't you?" Mama Li asked cautiously.

"I'm naturally no problem eating, but, Zhiwei, alas, you know, or you can try it, it's at least better than ordinary milk, or she can smell it, and it will smell for a long time, or it will slowly get better." Ning Hua grabbed a piece and said while biting it carefully.