Fold the pea yellows one by one into a pagoda shape and set aside.

Then re-apply the empty mold with a layer of oil, and put those wet glutinous rice noodles in the mold.

It's just that this time, after filling it up first, I dig a hole in the middle of each piece and scoop the red bean paste that I have fried before into the hole with a spoon.

Wait for a piece of mold to pour all the red bean paste, then scoop the wet glutinous rice flour and cover it, then compact it slightly, and put it aside.

After all six molds were repeated, Ning Pengpeng put these molds in a steamer that had boiled water to steam.

This mold has six pastries in the shape of a long strip, and six molds are exactly thirty-six.

When the rice cake with red bean paste is poured out, the white and tender are oily, and the red filling in the middle can be seen in the oil, and the fragrance of the rice has the sweet and greasy taste of red beans, which makes people can't help but drool.

For example, Ning Youcai was grinding glutinous rice flour on the side, stretching out his head and swallowing saliva.

He had already forgotten about the fact that he wanted his mother to give him the land for his future father-in-law.

"Mother, can I eat a piece?"

Not only did he want to eat it, but as long as it was someone at home, when the sweet taste of pea yellow came out, they couldn't help but probe their brains.

It's just that Mrs. Ning was too impressed before, and they didn't dare to speak out.

When the red bean rice cake is steamed, not to mention the young children, even the adults can't help but drool!

"Hmph, what to eat? I'm going to sell it for money, and if you eat it, what will I sell? ”

Ning Pengpeng's eyes glared hard, staring at Ning Youcai vigilantly, and quickly folded the poured rice cakes, just like the pea yellow, into a pagoda shape and put them in the basket.

The remaining mung beans, also according to the pea yellow method, peeled and fried into mung bean puree, and then pulled out a small ball, wrapped the extra red bean paste in the mung bean puree and kneaded into a circle, and then put it in the mold and pressed it hard, and then directly demolded, a complete mung bean cake is good.

These three kinds of dim sum are bright yellow, white with red and refreshing green, and they are very comfortable at a glance.

Not to mention the auspicious words with the three words Fu Lu Shou written on it, which makes people look festive.

Put all the finished products in a basket and hang them into the well to freeze.

Looking at the little son with a complaining face, and then looking at the remaining pea yellow, red bean rice cake and mung bean cake materials, Ning Peng pouted, thinking that it would be a waste to put it anyway, and after all it was done, he actually made more than a dozen pieces.

Of course, some mung bean cakes are really full of mung bean puree, because the red bean paste has been used up, so naturally you can only use solid mung bean puree!

However, even so, when Ning Pengpeng shouted, a group of children who were originally hiding in the house, as well as the Qian family and the Wang family, all stood in front of her, obediently waiting for a piece.

"Okay, leave the rest to you men."

After one person got a piece, Ning Pengpeng glared, put away the remaining pastries, and put them in the cupboard.

When the others saw this, they didn't say much.

After all, it's a dim sum, and it's hard to eat once a year.

Qian carefully sipped a little bit of the dim sum, and her daughters followed her example and didn't dare to eat it.

Seeing these snacks in the hands of his daughters, Qian's eyes were full of distress.

It's all a piece of girl, and it's really a waste of food when you eat it in your stomach.

It's just that her mother-in-law has scolded her a lot in the past two days because of these girls, and Qian naturally didn't dare to bring the pastries in her daughter's hand in front of her mother-in-law.

Wang's was all eaten in three or two bites, and the speed was a little anxious, her eldest son was the same as her, and the youngest son and daughter were eating in small bites because of their small size.

Therefore, after Wang and her eldest son finished eating, they stared dryly and watched others eat.

Ning Youcai hurriedly turned his back, pretended not to see his nephew's eager eyes, and directly threw the piece of dim sum into his mouth, without chewing much, and then swallowed it in his stomach.

The sweet taste of this dim sum seemed to be still on the tip of his nose, but after smashing his mouth twice, Ning Youcai felt that unless he could eat another piece, he would know what he had eaten.

Now, I just feel lonely.

Hiding in the room, looking at the messy embroidery work in his hands, Ning Youxi wanted to cry without tears.

She felt that if she went out to have a snack with her mother now, she would definitely be humiliated.

From morning to noon, she didn't go out to eat, and her mother didn't come into the house to ask if she was sick.

Therefore, what my mother said yesterday was true.

If you don't embroider the embroidered flowers well, don't say that you don't have to eat this snack, it's a problem when you can eat!

Smelling the sweet smell and wiping his tears, Ning Youxi ruthlessly dismantled the messy embroidery work that had been embroidered before, and started embroidering again and again.

"Mother, do you really want to sell this snack?"

After Wang Shi swallowed his saliva, he recalled the taste he had just tasted, and couldn't help but ask Ning Pengpeng.

"What? Can't sell? ”

"Of course not, mother, your skill in making dim sum is really this."

Wang Shi hurriedly shook his hand, and then gave Ning Peng a thumbs up and praised.

"Hmph."

Seeing her say this, Ning Pengpeng snorted from her nostrils.

"The snacks I put in the well are all counted, and if anyone dares to eat them, be careful of your skin."

Those are all her hopes and capital to earn money, just like Ning Pengpeng thought this morning.

Modern housing prices are so expensive, she has worked for so many years, and it is not enough for a down payment on a house, but she can still persevere and work hard.

Now in ancient times, it's a big deal to start all over again.

She must find a way to earn more money, and then buy a house, a field, and a manor, and strive to become a landlord's wife as soon as possible and reach the peak of her life.

"Mother, is this difficult to do? I see that the fourth brother is a little tired from grinding rice, and if the fourth brother is not there, I will help my mother next time! ”

Wang's eyes rolled and said with a smile.

Qian's mouth also moved, but when she saw her mother-in-law looking at her, she felt that she was glaring at herself, and Qian immediately shrunk her neck like a quail, not daring to make a sound.

In fact, Ning Pengpeng just glanced at Wang and Qian thoughtfully when he heard Wang say this!

As Wang said, these tasks are actually quite trivial.

If I really let myself do it alone, like today, I would have made about 100 pieces of dim sum in one afternoon.

Even if these dim sum are sold for three cents a piece, it will only be three hundred yuan.

After deducting costs, the net profit is less.

If this is the case, will Ma Yue be able to earn the money to buy a house and a field in the Year of the Monkey?

The best way is to let everyone in the family do this business together.

It's just that a partnership like this will have to break up sooner or later, and it won't last long.