Six green brick ovens were built against the wall, but the clay oven pestle that Song Fuling had originally built was there, which looked a little out of place.

In the middle room there were four tables, and the tables seemed to be in a circle in the middle.

Just look at the front and back, it is a long table of the same length, and the left and right sides are square tables, but the square table on the right hand side is significantly shorter than the left hand side, and the empty piece that comes out of it can be entered.

In other words, when Song Fuling came in, her front and back were full of tables, which could be surrounded by her.

In this way, it is convenient for her to take all kinds of things, scoop the noodles and turn around to scoop them, scoop the milk with a gourd scoop and reach out, and take the eggs as soon as she stretches out her hand to reach it.

This is her own design.

It's just that the time is not enough, otherwise she wants the second uncle to make a desk hall with a drawer, which will be more convenient.

At this time, after Song Poria was full of food and drink, the first thing she did was to light the fire and preheat the first green brick new oven.

Just to see the fire ignited, she lifted the sleeves of her padded jacket, looked at her watch, and timed. Then he turned back into the circle of the table and began to live.

I was glad to be happy while making noodles.

At first, she was afraid that the mud baking tray would break with use, so she burned a few more.

After all, she was still very unconfident in her living clay skills, and it was a defective product to deal with, so she used the clay kiln that adults learned from her and burned several in one go.

This is not thinking, I am afraid of freezing in winter, and the riverside soil should be frozen and hard at that time, and I can't dig the kind of sticky river soil that I want to dig up, just like taking advantage of the psychology, I burned a lot more, and the most incredible thing for her is that she knows how coincidental this thing is? She burned exactly seven of the sixteen-inch-sized clay plates of the ancient cake.

There are some things that you can't think about, and it's like providence to think about them.

Well, I don't know if there is any providence in the four clay flower pots she burned with her hands.

Of course, it is estimated that there is providence at the moment, and it is not much to do it, so let her mother plant green onions.

Song Fuling's head was in the melon, thinking about what she had and didn't have, and her hands were constantly busy, not flustered at all.

When the milk should be put into the milk, when the egg whites should be beaten, the high speed should be high speed with the whisk, the low speed will be low speed, when many big bubbles are made, she will add sugar, sugar is added three times, from the beginning of the noodles to the end, the amount of sugar to grasp the sugar and salt vinegar is very handy.

Making cakes, in Song Fusheng's words, is really a one-handed job. Let him make the cake now, his daughter only taught him yesterday, and he may do it himself and make a collapse in the middle of the cake.

Perhaps, this is called genetics.

It's just that the old Qian family, including Song Fusheng's genetics of cooking, came to Song Poria and improved it.

Song Fuling doesn't know much about Chinese food, she can make Western snacks that others find a little difficult, and she also loves to make coffee sandwiches, curry rice, pizza and the like, in short, in the eyes of her parents, she doesn't care about being full or like serious rice, she will.

The first pot of cake was stuffed in, and Song Fuling pointed her homemade hair dryer at the fire chamber and set it up, ready in advance.

In this way, when a fire is needed, she will sit on a small bench and pull it, like pulling an erhu, and the wind from the hair dryer will blow the flames.

She also pondered that if she used a hair dryer to pull the flames, she must also master the rhythm and change a few more tracks to see whether to pull a song of war horse galloping or a song of bead curtains, which is more suitable for baking cakes.

Song Poria lifted her cotton jacket sleeves, glanced at the time, and calculated in her heart the time of preheating, the time when she and the dough were put in the oven, and what time it was, let the cake be baked.

Well, prepare the second pot to go.

In the second pot, Song Poria doesn't plan to use a new brick stove, she wants to use a clay stove that has been completely controlled yesterday, because after all, the first pot test has not yet come out, and she has to see the effect of the pot, so that she can better use the new brick stove to bake a pot and protect a pot.

When the first pot of cake was about to be baked, Song Fuling, who was busy in the house, didn't know that many little dolls had gathered outside.

Even Qian Mishou, who wore a seven-colored melon skin hat, also came.

Mi Shou stood in front of the door with a handful of dry wood in his hand, staring at the closed wooden door, unable to control his own straight nose.

Not to mention the other children, the garlic seedlings want to scratch the door.

Fragrant, so fragrant.

Yaya shook her fingers and asked her friends: "You say, will the fat girl make the dim sum bad?" ”

Song Fugui's little fugui opened his mouth to answer, but before he could speak, he came out.

Guo Lao's tree stump said, yes, can it be bad?

The twin grandsons of the Gao Tuhu family cheered together: "If it is bad, it will be great." If we can't sell it, we can eat it. ”

After the little baby thought about it, her heart became even hotter, and she leaned over one after another, squeezed and stuck to the door to listen, listening very carefully.

I only listened to the door, and suddenly there was a strange voice from the fat girl's sister, the voice was very excited, like a song but also with self-talk:

"yes, it worked.

Master, why can you walk like flowing water, pierce a line with a gun, and sweep a piece with a stick;

But you waved your sleeves and said to me, hurry up and bake the cake.

To practice, you must hold up the sun, and at night you must borrow the light of the moon, and you must not practice ten days a day.

The hero has worked off the stage for ten years, for a minute on the stage, who will understand the difficulty and loneliness;

Swinging his fist in the wind, advancing like a retreating dragon, inheriting a generation of cake dreams. ”

That is to say, a few little dolls listened to half of the song, the young hero sung by Song Poria.

Song Jinbao is here.

Song Jinbao maintained order: "Hurry up and follow my brother while I haven't been beaten." ”

"But we still want to hear about it."

"Don't smell it, it's going to be sold for money, and if the adults know that you want snacks here, it's time to beat you up." Song Jinbao asked again: "Have you picked up enough firewood?" ”

"But, we?"

Song Jinbao scolded: "Don't be, the third uncle said, the children of the poor have long been in charge, we are already very old, we must learn to control ourselves, we can't want anything." ”

"But...... Woo woo woo," Yaya suddenly fell off the golden bean with sadness, wiped her tears with her little hands, and looked very desperate.

She's only four years old, is she's going to learn to control herself?

As soon as the girl cried, Xiao Fuba and the others also cried, but they didn't dare to cry too loudly, for fear of attracting their father and mother, and their lives would be more desperate.

The little babies left in despair, what they didn't know was that when the fat girl sister was roasted to the twentieth pot, she never hummed the song again, but shouted, Master, I can't hold on.

When the thirtieth pot was over, the fat girl sister no longer squeaked, she just worked with her head bored, and when she was thirsty, she gave herself a whole sip of water to drink.

Qian Peiying came in to deliver food to her daughter, mainly when she came in to charge, she burst out laughing as soon as she came in, although she was not kind, but she couldn't hold back.

The girl's face was too tearful to cry, "Otherwise, don't do it, your grandmother and your aunt are back, I don't dare to disturb you, and I don't dare to send eggs." And just now your grandmother said that you will go home and lie on the kang and do it again. ”

"No, you don't understand, if I lie down, I won't be able to get up."

By the forty-second pot, it was already pitch black outside, and the little babies had been smoked for a day, and they were numb to the smoke.

When they eat the next night, they eat with the taste of baking cakes, and the food can be fragrant.

When the forty-sixth pot came out, Song Fuling only took out the cake and shook it lightly, and she put it aside.

Putting the whisk back into the space, he unbuttoned his apron and opened the door with both hands.

Outside the door, Mrs. Ma smiled with her face, she couldn't laugh with her, she was afraid of provoking her granddaughter, and look, her tired eyes were straight.

"Milk clean up, you put there, the milk promises to clean up for you, you go back to the house and sleep."

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