The days in the fourth elder brother's mansion passed quickly, and the hottest time of midsummer passed, and it gradually came to the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Morning and evening began to cool down.

At this time, Li Fangfujin's belly gradually began to show her pregnancy, and between the walks, the maids were waiting very carefully.

Fu Jin simply exempted her from asking for peace, and also sent many supplements from the palace.

Others also had their own expressions - for example, Song Gege sent the sewn tiger hat and small clothes over early, and Geng Gege, although he was alone in the house, also sent some gadgets made of silver.

As for the concubines, not to mention.

In Fujin's residence, on this morning, Hua Ko had just instructed the maids to arrange breakfast, and when he turned his head, he saw that Fujin was gone.

She searched for the courtyard, and sure enough, she saw that the Ulanala clan was carrying a small pair of silver scissors, and was building flower branches alone in the courtyard.

Looking from behind, Fu Jin's back was thin and thin.

Hua Ko was a little distressed when he saw it.

She walked over, gently took the small flower basket held by the maidservant next to her, and motioned for someone to go down, and then silently accompanied Fujin for a while.

It wasn't until Fu Jin turned to another flower that Hua Ko took the broken flowers and leaves cut by the Wulanala clan, and then said in a low voice: "Fu Jin, there has been no movement in Fu Jin for a while, and the slave is watching...... I always feel that something is wrong. ”

Wulanala stopped the movement in his hand, looked at the flower branch in front of him and looked at it, and finally put down the scissors with satisfaction, took a step back, admired the graceful posture of the flower branch, and breathed a sigh softly: "Fang Fujin's stomach is up now, you have to be more careful in your actions, and I will avoid her invitation, she will naturally be lazy, what is there to make a fuss about?" ”

Hua Ko was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Fu Jin, the slave can't make sense, but the slave always feels that Fang Fu Jin has been so quiet recently, not like what she did in the past, and it is really abnormal." ”

Fu Jin smiled bitterly, turned around and walked towards the inner room, and as he walked, he slightly tightened his neckline: "Look back - her temperament has not been born for long, and now she can have such a quiet time now, it is Amitabha!" ”

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In the afternoon, in the new courtyard, Ning Ying was preparing to make moon cakes in the stove fire room.

The Mid-Autumn Festival night is coming, and the dining room has begun to prepare mooncakes of various flavors.

A few days ago, in order to please Ninggege, the dining room also specially sent her to try it - one for the same taste, just enough for a box.

Then Ning Ying tried a whole food box, and almost didn't sweeten her teeth.

It's so sweet!

In fact, before she crossed over, she especially liked to eat ice cream mooncakes.

But the conditions at the moment ...... It's also good to make Jinsha custard mooncakes!

The fragrance of custard is rich, with the salty fragrance of salted egg yolk, and when you bite into it, the quicksand is full of mouthful, rustling and moist, not greasy.

With the flexibility of the mooncake crust, not to mention how delicious!

Because the fourth elder brother likes to have a milky taste, Ning Ying specially asked the minions to bring some more milk back when they brought the ingredients from the dining room.

In fact, in the backyard, the daily milk intake of the masters is also a ration - for example, the amount that the side Fujin can get is definitely not as good as the Fujin, and the amount that the Gege can match is even less.

But when Eunuch Fan, the head of the dining room, heard that it was Ninggege's yard that wanted milk, he didn't say a word, and with a wave of his hand, he asked the little eunuchs to help Ting'er send the milk bucket over.

On the long table between the stoves, Ning Ying tied an apron, washed her hands, and put vanilla powder, syrup, and peanut oil together, and beat it vigorously.

She doesn't like the mooncake crust to be too sweet, so the syrup is very small, just a little light sweetness.

Then add the flour and start stirring.

Ning Ying deliberately made more dough ratio - because she likes the thick and tough texture of the mooncake crust.

The dough should be stirred until it is dry and powder-free. But now it is the Kangxi period, there is no electric egg beater, everything can only rely on pure manual.

It's still quite tiring.

Ning Ying: I'm an emotionless mixer......

Qing Yang was beside her, seeing that a bead of sweat gradually appeared on her forehead, she was so distressed that she couldn't do it, and while helping her wipe her sweat, she volunteered to help, but she tried a few times but the strength was inappropriate.

In the end, Ning Ying did it herself.

After the dough is ready, Ting'er holds a clean steaming cloth, wraps the dough as a whole, and holds it aside to relax.

Then Ning Ying began to make moon cake filling.

Ning Ying sprinkled a little rice wine, steamed the salted egg yolks through the water, and then pressed them into a puree with a spoon and carefully sifted them - this is to ensure that the taste of the mooncake filling is silky and soft enough for a while.

At this point, the rest of the steps are simple: crack the eggs into a basin, beat them evenly with caster sugar, and add the whipped cream and milk, flour, cornstarch, butter taken from the mysterious space......

Over there, Xiao Haizi had already lit the stove fire.

Qing Yang followed behind Ning Ying and took all the ingredients she had just prepared for her.

The small flame licked the edge of the pot, and Ning Ying pushed all the ingredients except the moon cake crust dough into the pot with a spatula little by little.

While pushing, stir constantly at the same time to prevent the bottom of the pan from sticking.

Then, in fact, only five or six minutes later, the custard filling in the pot gradually clumped, and the fragrance overflowed.

In fact, to make custard mooncakes, the filling should not be too loose, and the taste should be "harder" - but Ning Ying has always liked the custard entrance, sweet and soft feeling, so she turned off the heat in advance.

At this time, the dough of the moon cake crust that was put aside to rest was almost relaxed.

Ning Ying asked Qing Yang to divide the dough into a dozen balls of the same size - this step was not difficult, Qing Yang concentrated on doing it with Ting'er, and the room was silent.

Ning Ying went to wash the pot ash on her hands.

When I came back, I dried the water on my hands and began to wrap mooncakes.

Take a small dough and flatten it, put the Jinsha custard filling into it, press it with both hands and turn it over, slowly wrap the filling with the pie crust, and then push it up with the tiger's mouth, and finally pinch it tightly and seal it.

Then throw it into the cornstarch and roll it.

Finally, it's embossed.

In fact, there are a lot of embossing molds in the dining room - at this time it is called "wooden fan".

Not only moon cakes are used, but all kinds of pastries are made on weekdays, and the exquisite patterns on them are pressed out with molds.

But Ning Ying was useless.

She found a pair of flat-headed chopsticks by herself, carefully drew all kinds of flowers, moons, and rabbit patterns on the cake embryo, and then held the cake embryo with one hand to rotate in a uniform circle, and with the other hand, used the edge of the flat head of the chopsticks to print beautiful lace next to the cake embryo.

Finally, put it in the homemade oven and bake it until the surface of the cake is golden brown, and then take it out.

After the mooncakes are cooled, the thick milky fragrance comes out through the mooncake crust.