In the seventeenth year of Yongping, October 30.

Zhang Xiang only vaguely knew that today was October 30, but he was not too sure.

So, he asked the little slave next to him: "Little slave, how much is October today?" ”

"Horse, October 30!"

On the side, the little slave who was eating breakfast with him "revealed" a mischievous smile, and when she laughed, who was a little baby fat, Zhang Xiang always wanted to pinch his hand twice.

Zhang Xiang sighed: "Then tomorrow is Mr. Su's seventieth birthday, right!" ”

The little slave nodded obediently: "Yes, the princess also instructed the slave and maid early this morning to let the slave and maid come over to find something with her, and the princess said that she would prepare a rich gift for Mr. Su." ”

"Etiquette is not in preciousness, but in the heart." Zhang Xiang said casually, but he also began to ponder in his heart.

This kind of old gentleman's congratulatory gift is really not easy to give.

It's expensive, it looks tacky, it's cheap, it's stingy.

After pondering for a while, Zhang Xiang's eyes lit up slightly, and he instructed the little slave: "Little slave, I'll write a list for you later, and then you hand it over to the dining room and ask them to buy these things for me and come back." ”

"What do you want to eat?" The slave makes a swallowing motion.

After following Zhang Xiang for so long, she has eaten a lot of strange things, and every time the colt says what ingredients to buy, she is the most enthusiastic.

Zhang Xiang remained a little mysterious: "You'll know later." ”

After eating breakfast, the little slave hurriedly followed Zhang Xiang's instructions to prepare what Zhang Xiang wanted.

Zhang Xiang asked his subordinates to get some eggs, starch, butter, cane sugar and other ingredients.

At this time, there was no process for extracting white sugar, so it could only be replaced by sucrose.

What Zhang Xiang wants to do is a birthday cake.

To do this, "milk" oil is a must.

Cakes are easy to make, the pastry industry in Nanchu has been very developed, after all, the palace, the palace and all kinds of rich families are very particular about eating, and they need to make pastries every day, and there are also special pastry chefs.

Therefore, it is not difficult to make cakes, as long as you make the "milk" oil, and wait for the dining room to buy the "milk" and flour for the cakes.

Under Zhang Xiang's guidance, several cooks in the dining room began to separate the egg yolks and egg whites according to his instructions, and then added starch, butter, sucrose, etc. and began to stir.

Zhang Xiang was observing the proportions while trying the taste.

Although the "milk" oil made with sucrose is a little yellow, it is not important in terms of aesthetics, as long as the taste is made.

After about an hour and a few experiments, I finally got this "milk" oil.

By noon, the ingredients for the cake were bought.

Cow "milk" has been very common in this era, of course, it is limited to the wealthy, after all, the cow "milk" in this era does not have any additives, it actually smells fishy to drink, even if the effect of sugar is not large, ordinary people do not like to drink even if they have money, so most of the cow "milk" in this era is not used to drink, but used to make desserts, pastries, etc.

The ingredients were ready, and Zhang Xiang began to show his strength in good spirits.

The little slave on the side ate the "milk" oil he had just made, and his eyes were so sweet that his eyes lit up: "Donkey, what is this?" It's so sweet! ”

"It's called 'milk' oil." Zhang Xiang smiled while busy: "When I was a child, my mother taught me to make it, and whenever it was my birthday, my mother would make this for me to eat." ”

"Madame is really good, she has taught the pony to do so many things." The little slave was convinced.

Zhang Xiang was very embarrassed and didn't bother to take care of her.

In the past, every time he made something fresh to eat, he said that it was taught by his mother, and the little slave was used to it.

In the heart of the little slave, the mother of the concubine is an all-powerful idol in her heart, and she teaches everything to the concubine.

And the most important thing is that the colt actually learned it all.

The gentleman is far away from cooking, originally these are all learned by women, and the horse can learn these things as a dignified man.

So she felt that the mother of the horse was very remarkable, and the horse was also amazing, and she swore that she would learn a lot of things in the future, and be as good as the mother of the horse.

For three hours, Zhang Xiang did it over and over again, and every time he didn't do it well, he shared it with the little slave.

Because there is no oven, you can only use the steaming method, which is especially accurate for the heat and time, otherwise, it is easy to do it badly.

It's just that later, the two of them couldn't eat anymore, and then all the guys in the dining room were forced by him to "sexually" call to eat the cakes that failed to be made, saying that they couldn't be wasted.

Until the evening, I don't know how many times I did it, Zhang Xiang finally made the cake.

Although the face is not very good-looking, this is limited to his modern aesthetics, and it is already particularly amazing for the little slave.

Zhang Xiang, who was covered with flour, looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, and the pride in his heart was indescribable.

He laughed and said, "Tonight, the people in the mansion will each get a piece of cake." ”

Then he put the finished cake on a small plate, poured the "milk" oil he had made on the cake, and poured the "milk" oil into a rose, and gave it to the little slave: "Give this to the princess." ”

"Pony, so beautiful! What is this? "The curious baby of the little slave is online again.

Zhang Xiang smiled and said, "This is called a birthday cake." ”

"Birthday cake?" The little slave took it ignorantly.

Zhang Xiang explained: "Because my mother used to make it for me on my birthday, so I called it a birthday cake, representing a commemorative significance, and tomorrow I will make a bigger, several layers, and send it to Mr. Su as a birthday gift." ”

"Wow..."A romantic picture came out of the little girl's mind: "That donkey, can you eat this on the slave's birthday in the future?" ”

"Of course you can, when it's your birthday, I'll make one for you personally." Zhang Xiang smiled.

The little girl turned around and ran away with the cake: "The slave maid sent it to the princess first." ”

Then the little slave holding the cake became a beautiful scenery in the Pony Mansion.

On the way from the dining room to the west room, her little blushing face was filled with a bright smile, causing those passing families and maids to think that she had eaten some honey and were so happy.

Finally knocked on the princess's door.

When Zhao Hanyan saw her like this, he was also very strange: "Little slave, what are you doing here?" So flustered? ”

"Princess, give." The little slave hurriedly handed her the cake in his hand: "This is made by the concubine, and the concubine asked me to send it to the princess." ”

Seeing the pastry that was quite beautiful in her eyes, Zhao Hanyan hurriedly took it, also with a look of interest: "What is this?" ”

"The colt said, "It's called a birthday cake, it's delicious, princess try it." The little slave desperately told her to eat quickly.

Zhao Hanyan used a small spoon to dig a little on the rose "milk" oil and put it into his mouth.

For girls, sweets are the easiest food to capture their appetite.

The sweet and greasy taste made Zhao Hanyan feel very comfortable in his heart, and then he dug another spoonful and asked strangely, "The colt is doing this today?" ”

The little slave nodded hurriedly: "The colt has done it many times before it succeeds!" The horse said that this was taught to him by his mother when he was a child, and it was particularly commemorative to eat on his birthday, so the horse planned to make this tomorrow as a congratulatory gift to Mr. Su. ”

"It's a nice gift." Zhao Hanyan smiled indifferently.

The horse always likes to cook something strange and delicious in the house, in the past, Zhao Hanyan did not allow him to do this, after all, as a royal horse, what kind of thing is it to cook?

But over time, she gradually got used to it, and as long as the colt liked it, she wouldn't stop it...

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