Lan Bin looked embarrassed, he overestimated himself and underestimated the ancient kitchen earthen stove. I thought that the earthen stove in the ancient kitchen was similar to the earthen stove in the rural kitchen in later generations.

As a result, I found that the ancient kitchen earthen stove was very difficult to burn, especially for him, who had never cooked.

In addition, he tried to make a cake again and made it several times.

Coming and going, making yourself dirty.

Fortunately, in the end of the trial production, there was some achievement, otherwise it would be really shameless.

Thinking about it, he thought that he was not embarrassed, and that it was others who were embarrassed, ignored Lan Ling'er's laughter, and urged, "Don't worry about it, try the cake I made!" Look at the book

"Wow, brother, what kind of cake did you make, it's so fragrant!" Lan Ling'er laughed for a while, then focused on the cake on the plate in Lan Bin's hand, sniffed it, and her eyes lit up.

The surrounding Lan Wu and the others also saw the cake on the plate in Lan Bin's hand, and looked at each other, wouldn't it! No way! The young master really made it, what kind of cake is this pastry called?

The young master's ten fingers don't touch the spring, and he usually hasn't even gone to the kitchen, and looking at the young master's dirty appearance, I'm afraid he can't even use the stove.

How is this pastry called cake made?

Lan Bin smiled: "Taste it, how does it taste?"

Lan Ling'er smelled the fragrance of the cake, and her interest increased, she stretched out her little hand to grab a piece of cake, and after looking at it over and over again, she tried to eat a small bite.

His eyes brightened: "It's delicious, brother, this cake you made is so delicious!"

The sound fell, regardless of the image, he finished eating the cake in his hand by dividing it by two, and then reached out to grab the cake from the plate that Lan Bin was holding.

Lan Wu and the others looked at each other, what kind of cake is this, is it really so delicious? Miss can't be pretending, right?

But look at Miss's gobbling regardless of her image, it doesn't look like it's pretending!

"Don't look at it, come and try the cake I made!" Lan Bin watched Lan Ling'er gobble up, a sense of accomplishment arose, and in a good mood, he also greeted Lan Wu and the others warmly.

Lan Wu and the others were modest, not daring to do anything, but their movements were not slow, and they all reached out and grabbed a cake from the plate that Lan Bin was holding.

Don't look at what they think Lan Bin's dignified son cooks, but Lan Bin's invitation to try the cake makes them feel fortunate for three lives.

You must know that not everyone in the house is qualified, and there is a chance to eat Lan Bin's own pastries. And it was the first time Lan Bin had made pastries.

Now that they are allowed to eat, it is definitely the smoke coming out of the ancestral tomb.

Oh, forget, we are all from the Blue Mansion, under the war, our ancestors don't know where to go, and there is no ancestral grave.

And when Lan Wu and the others ate the cake, their eyes widened even more, this is really a pastry made by the young master? Is it the first time the young master has made pastries? It's delicious, isn't it?

It's no wonder that the young lady is the daughter of the Hou Mansion, and she can eat a pastry.

"What do you think of the cake?" Lan Bin saw that Lan Wu and the others did not react, and asked.

"It's delicious, young master, the cake you made is so delicious."

"This is the best pastry I've ever had in my life?"

"You feel like you've eaten pastries in your life? How many pastries have you eaten?"

"I've eaten this piece made by the young master, what's wrong? No, I can't!"

Lan Wu and the others were gossiping, praising Lan Bin's cake for being delicious, but also having some quarrels.

Lan Bin saw everyone's reactions, and his heart was stable, the small cake was a success, and he continued to try to make a large cream cake in the afternoon. Strive to make the cream cake before Zhu Xiongying comes to the house tomorrow.

Especially the process of making a cream cake, figure it out.

"Brother, why did you suddenly remember to cook and make cakes?"

Lan Ling'er ate five cakes in a row, looking at the cakes on the plate served by Lan Bin, there were still one or two pieces left that were robbed by Lan Wu and others, so she was embarrassed to continue to take them, looked at Lan Bin, and suddenly said curiously.