How's it going?, is it delicious?" Feng Qianyan swallowed the snack in his mouth and asked Xiang Cui'er. After all, Cui'er grew up in this world since she was a child, and she is more familiar with the tastes of the people here. As far as Feng Qianyan knows, at least in Donglin Country, people don't drink milk, goat's milk and the like, and they are really afraid that they won't be able to accept the taste of dairy products.

"Uh-huh!hmm!" Cui'er's mouth was occupied by the dim sum, and she could only nod wildly.

"Hehe...... "Feng smiled smugly, picked up another one and ate it.

Cui'er ate with a satisfied face, and the small dim sum was quickly finished, although she was still unsatisfied, she didn't reach out to get the second one.

"Miss, this snack is really rare, Cui'er has never seen it before!"

"Strange?" Feng Qian was silent: Isn't it unusual! This is a modern pastry!

"Uh-huh!" Cui'er nodded, "But, it's really delicious!Miss, what's the name of this snack?"

"Egg tarts!" said the wind as he ate it.

"Eggs—tarts—ah, what a strange name. Cui'er blinked inexplicably, and repeated, "Egg tart......"

Feng tilted his face and raised his forehead, and reluctantly corrected: "It's not an 'egg tart', it's an egg tart!

"Oh, oh, oh!" Trill understood, "Egg-tart!"

"Hmm. That's right. Feng Qianyan finished eating the third tart and patted off the crumbs on his hands, "Go get a few plates, and then take the tarts out of the mold." ”

"Yes. Cui'er took a stack of plates and got to work.

This time, a total of forty egg tarts were made, and in addition to the four that he and Cui'er ate, there were thirty-six left. Feng Qianyan calculated, it is not Xiu Mu today, and the eldest brother and third brother are not in the house. Grandpa, Daddy, Second Uncle, Second Brother, and Yun Ting, a total of six people, let's divide each of them into four! The remaining twelve egg tarts were divided into two portions of six each, and placed on two plates. One of the plates was put into the spirit ring, and the other was handed to Cui'er.

"Miss?" Cui'er didn't understand what her young lady meant, and asked suspiciously.

Feng smiled and sent the plate forward: "Take it and eat it." ”

"Miss, no, no!" Cui'er was flattered, and hurriedly waved her hands, "The slave has already tasted it!"

"If you want to take it, take it! What is polite to me, Miss!" Feng Qianyan shoved the plate into Cui'er's arms, "If you are embarrassed, you can give Xia Ling, Dongzhu and the chef in our small kitchen a taste." ”

As soon as Cui'er heard Feng Qianyan say this, she no longer refused, and blessed her body with a plate: "Then the slave maid will replace a few Miss Xie on their behalf." ”

"Okay, put this plate in the food box, and send someone to send it to grandpa and second uncle later. ”

"Yes, miss. Cui'er put down the plate in her hand and turned to look for the food box.

Feng turned around and saw that there was still some milk left, about two bowls or so. Cui'er milked the cow for the first time, and was full of novelty, and when she was excited, she accidentally milked too much. Thinking that it would be a pity to throw out the cows that I had finally gotten, the wind was inspired and began to work again.

In less than half an hour, two bowls of milky double-skin milk were ready. The time is just right, just right for a morning refreshment.

Cui'er also put the double skin milk into the food box, and followed the wind to Ning Xinju.

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