The women have their own places to go, Ding Lao Wu also has a goal, stored livestock, the crowd dispersed, and not long after, Ding Xuewei came to Bazhen Building.

When he went in, the shopkeeper Wu was not there, Ding Xuewei went directly to the back kitchen, and helped bring food and drink in the kitchen for more than half an hour, and the shopkeeper Wu was late.

"What's coming?"

Before the person entered the door, the words came out, and when Ding Xuewei turned around, he followed up with another sentence: "How is it?" ”

These words are clueless, but Ding Xuewei understands it as soon as she hears it.

He asked about corn.

"Awful!"

"The previous wind and rain blew all the crops flat, and before they were erected, there was a continuous drizzle, and finally they were fixed in a light rain, but yesterday there was a strong one! Corn lost almost half an acre! There are a lot of bad peppers, so in order to reduce losses, I picked the right green peppers and sold them! ”

Hearing this word, Shopkeeper Wu's eyes looked at the fresh vegetable shelf.

"I forgot to leave it for you." Ding Xue was a little embarrassed: "Go back and ask someone to send you some, it just so happens that the rain in the past two days has grown the tips of sweet potatoes, so I will pick some together." ”

"I'll have someone go with you later." Shopkeeper Wu was a little impatient: "The chili peppers I brought last time were sent to a few people, and someone happened to speak today." ”

“··· Doesn't that affect you? Ding Xue was slightly annoyed.

Shopkeeper Wu waved his hand: "No, I gave it to someone." ”

If he doesn't take it seriously, Ding Xuewei won't worry about it.

"Is there any message?"

"Nope. I've picked someone over there in the garden, so you don't have to worry about it. ”

“··· Do you want to prepare cloth bedding and food? ”

"Someone has already arranged for someone to do it."

Ding Xue felt inexplicably that she was not the master of the master.

"Go back and give me the bill."

"I'll talk about it later."

"The laborers?" Two consecutive rains have caused the groundwater level to rise a lot, and the reservoir does not know if it will continue to dig.

She still wanted to open the ground earlier.

Ding Xuewei's thoughts were very clear to the shopkeeper Wu, but unfortunately, the result of his inquiry was to continue.

"I guess it won't be long before I get back."

"How long." Ding Xue asked slightly.

This matter is not embarrassing for Shopkeeper Wu, he will not mention it if he doesn't count it in his heart.

Sure enough, Shopkeeper Wu gave a rough number.

"By the middle of next month at most."

Ding Xue blinked slightly, wanting more than that.

After glaring at her for a few seconds, Shopkeeper Wu dragged the person out of the kitchen.

"The news came two days ago that the new canal has been flooded, and if this rain continues, people will come back soon, and if they don't see it for a few days, they will continue to widen the canal."

"The flood has already begun?" Ding Xue suddenly became apprehensive, last year's flood peak was only a few days.

Her face was too straightforward, and Shopkeeper Wu didn't have to think about it: "It's unlikely that something will happen this year, and the canals dug and built by our side and Fu Zhoufu are not narrow." ”

"What happened last year, it's unlikely that it will happen this year, and someone is already paying attention to that."

Don't worry, the civil explosion is really comfortable.

With a restrained face, Ding Xue asked about the release of Linglong Pavilion's new clothes.

"It happened to be raining that day, but it didn't matter." Shopkeeper Wu raised his eyebrows, "If the new clothes continue to be released so intensively, Linglong Pavilion will be more profitable than us." ”

"That... Do you want to send those drawings I have accumulated to Aunt Zhang? Ding Xuewei was a little unsure.

"Send, no, I'll let her get it when I get it." Shopkeeper Wu was almost anxious: "I'll arrange for someone to inform her immediately." ”

"Forget it, I'll leave now, I'll send it to her when I get back, look at the situation of the chili peppers, I have to go into the city in two days!"

Although Shopkeeper Wu felt that what was in his hands was stable, but looking at Ding Xuewei's face, he didn't insist.

"I'll wrap you some pastries."

"I don't want it this time, I took the land last time, give me food!"

No matter how delicious something is, there will always be a time when you get tired of eating it.

With a turn of her eyes, Ding Xue suddenly had another thought: "You arrange people first, and I'll talk to Uncle Yang." ”

What else can the master say when looking for dim sum, naturally there is only new dim sum .

Shopkeeper Wu happily pushed the man into the kitchen.

"Uncle Yang~"

In this whole kitchen, no one doesn't like her voice, and it's not a good thing when she's so sticky and shouting.

"Just say it." Master Yang smiled and narrowed his sleeves.

This time, Ding Xuewei didn't just say, her eyes fell on the console for a moment, and she commanded Master Yang's barbecue grill while beating eggs and adjusting noodles.

Crispy biscuits, soft cakes, crispy and salty multigrain pots are all from the newly built oven by the wall, the stove insulation effect is excellent, this will still have residual temperature, and on the side of the utensils shelf, the long square round baking tray, the size of up to hundreds, in front of the operating table, frosting, taro paste bean paste, candied dried fruits, but everything that is common in this world, are neatly placed.

I picked two discs of the same size, and when the temperature rose in the oven, spread out a thin layer of batter, and when all the batter was used, the peach candied jam cooked on the side was also completed.

It may be that the temperature in the oven is too high, or it may be that Ding Xuewei's batter is not well adjusted, in short, this skin is not very successful, not so soft, however, the quality is not good, and when the taro paste mille-feuille and peach jam mille-feuille are completed, Master Yang, who has made a lifetime of dim sum, is satisfied.

"This is an egg and it's so high, let's call it a cake!" Ding Xuewei talked nonsense seriously, and the action of cutting the taro paste mille-feuille was called a natural.

Listening to her familiar recipe, Master Yang swept his eyes to the side of the cupboard: "I used eggs, they are all so high, will they all be called cakes in the future?" ”

Ding Xue, who was about to hand him the triangle cake in his hand, was slightly stunned, then pursed his lips and nodded with a smile.

"Uncle Yang is wise."

Master Yang was speechless.

Ding Xue slightly motioned for him to taste it first: "The bean paste, taro paste, and sweet jujube stuffed fruits are not all called fruits, this kind of almost the recipe can be called cakes, this, layer by layer, it is more direct, taro paste mille-feuille cake, that, with peach jam, peach sauce mille-feuille cake." ”

Master Yang has put the cake into his mouth, where is there time to argue with her about the name at will.

When Ding Xue took a sip, Master Yang said his thoughts seriously: "The taro paste is silky and dense, and the crust is soft and sweet, similar to the fruit but completely different. ”

“··· It's all made of noodles and sugar, where can the gap go, but the style is more novel! "Without cow milk, this cake really can't be raised.

Eat imported, except for the original taste of taro paste, there is no characteristic!

With only one bite, Ding Xuewei didn't really want to eat the next bite, but after doing everything, she had to taste the peach sauce.

Compared with taro paste, peach sauce is more palatable, sold, can be sold, but there are not many people who like it!

"I'm thinking about it when I go back!"

In this kitchen, she has a lot of temporary failures, and every time, her dissatisfaction will become a slap in the face for others.

Her thoughts are unthinkable!

If she is a little bit, the inspiration can't be stopped like Hong Tao!

"I can always make this mille-feuille cake perfect."

The complicated gaze fell on Master Yang for a few seconds, and Ding Xuewei didn't say what the problem was: "Then Uncle Yang pondered slowly, I have to go." ”

"I'm going to bake a lot of cake today, so I'll wrap it up for you."

Ding Xuewei didn't want it, but she thought about Aunt Bai and nodded.

I said before that there were many people in the village who came to help sell chili peppers, and there was no need for her to remind her, Master Yang had enough to cover the quantity.

A roar every day, begging for tickets, begging for collections·····

(End of chapter)