On the edge of the waterfront pavilion, there is a small clear pond.

There are some aquatic plants planted in the pond, swaying graceful waists in the breeze.

A burst of osmanthus fragrance, under the blowing of the wind, drifted into Gongliang's nose again, and he couldn't help but look at the golden osmanthus.

The golden cinnamon is planted on the side of the wall, about 20 meters high, three people hug each other, the bark is rough, and it is a gray-brown color.

Although the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, in the Great Wilderness, a land where the four seasons are not distinct, the leaves of golden cinnamon are still lush and green.

The golden osmanthus blooms in the green leaves, densely packed, one by one, like a little bit of broken gold in the green leaves, which looks extremely beautiful. Although it does not have the delicacy of roses, the mystery of epiphany, the nobility of peonies, and the elegance of lotus, it is unique with a trace of sweet fragrance, which can bring people to a wonderful realm.

Gongliang looked at it for a moment and asked, "This golden cinnamon was also brought by the master from Dongtu!"

The old Confucian nodded, "This is when I came to the Great Wilderness, I brought it from home, I didn't expect to live, I never thought that not only would I live, but also grow as majestic as this land. ”

"This osmanthus is also good, it can not only make osmanthus wine, but also make osmanthus tea, osmanthus sugar, and osmanthus cake. Here, the boy wanted to ask the master for some osmanthus to go back, so that he could make some osmanthus cakes to satisfy his hunger. ”

"You can also make osmanthus cakes?" said the old Confucian in surprise.

"No, it won't. ”

Gongliang shook his head and said honestly: "But it shouldn't be difficult to think about, it's nothing more than osmanthus grinding, mixing some flour, and adding some honey." Even if it's not done well, it won't be too unpalatable. ”

"Hahahaha..."

The old Confucian laughed loudly when he heard this, and said, "You better dispel your mind of making osmanthus cakes! It just so happens that my old servant has made me a little osmanthus cake and asked him to bring it to you to taste." ”

The old man, who had been serving beside him and had not spoken, listened, got up and went to the middle of the house to bring a plate of osmanthus cakes.

Before he could eat it, Gongliang smelled a fragrance of osmanthus wafting out of the osmanthus cake. At this moment, it immediately attracted the attention of Mi Gu, Yuan Roll and Chick.

The osmanthus cake on the plate is moist and soft, looking like a thick yellow and white jelly, and there is a strong fragrance of osmanthus on it.

Gongliang boasts that he can't do this craft, so he can only make it a little rougher, and press it with flour, osmanthus, and honey.

He picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and tasted it, only to feel that it was soft, sweet and delicious, and there was a special fragrance. Even after eating, the aroma still lingers for a long time, and the aftertaste does not fade. At this moment and here, tasting osmanthus cake, with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, looking at a golden osmanthus tree, what a enjoyment!

Gongliang suddenly remembered a poem called "Bu Toad Palace" for no reason:

"The osmanthus is lush and sleepless. Feel that you are in the Guanghan Palace. Remembering my family, the concubine's old tour, Ruilong's brain, hidden at the bottom of the leaf.

The west wind rises at midnight. More 飐 (read: chop) 飐, ten thousand silk obliquely falling. Xiang Xiaolai, but it is for the lonely garden, at first glance, I was surprised, the golden cloth. ”

Although this poem does not conform to the current situation, the description of osmanthus in it is exactly the same.

"Baba, even if you want to eat it. Mi Gu couldn't help but say to Baba next to him.

"Gongliang, I will also eat. "Round and roaring.

Even the chicks poked their heads out of the round round and chirped, "Mom, I'm going to eat too." ”

Gongliang glanced at a few guys, all of them were foodies, and they all came out when they saw delicious food.

I didn't want to give them food, after all, it was in someone's house, so I had to take care of the identity of the guests, but I couldn't bear to see a few guys who were so hungry that they were about to drool. So, he took a few pieces of osmanthus cake and put it in his hand and gave one to each of them. The little guy in Migu held the osmanthus cake, puffed out his mouth and ate it little by little, squinting his little eyes, not to mention how happy he was.

Round took the osmanthus cake and swallowed it in his stomach, only to feel the faint fragrance of osmanthus lingering in his mouth, and he didn't have time to taste the taste.

couldn't help but shout at Gongliang: "Gongliang, I still want to eat." ”

Gongliang slapped it away, this fool, do you think this is something you made? It would be nice to be able to taste it, and you still want to eat to your heart's content?

The chick is obviously much more well-behaved, biting the osmanthus cake given to it by Gongliang and eating it slowly. While eating, he looked up vigilantly to prevent his good friend from rolling over to get it. This kind of thing, it's not like the greedy round roll has never done it. It will also be very beautiful and say, "Chicken, you have too much stuff, I'll help you eat some." ”

After the chick was taught a few lessons, he was very careful with his good friend when he was eating.

There is also a little osmanthus cake on the table, and I feel the fragrance and sweetness of the osmanthus in my mouth, and I am more and more eager for osmanthus cake.

finally couldn't help it, and shouted again: "Gongliang, I still want to eat osmanthus cake." ”

Gongliang glared at it angrily, "What to eat, let's go back." ”

"I'm going to eat it now. "How can I eat this thing when I go back, it's not stupid to be round.

"Little friend, why do you little beast keep screaming?" asked the old Confucian curiously.

Gongliang replied helplessly: "This foolish thing, after tasting the osmanthus cake, I still don't feel like it." But its appetite was too big, and even if it gave it all these osmanthus cakes, it was not enough, so it was not given. You see, you're having a tantrum with me right now? I don't know how Master's osmanthus cake is made? Can you give me some osmanthus so that I can go back and make some so that they can eat enough?"

"Are you sure you want to do it yourself?" said the old man with a strange face.

Seeing his face, Gongliang felt that his proud cooking skills for many years had been insulted (reading: five in), and then took out a large and thick mooncake from the treasure bag and put it on the table, and said, "Master, this is my homemade mooncake, please taste it and see how it tastes?"

"You did it yourself?" said the old man in surprise.

"Naturally. Gongliang said arrogantly.

The old Confucian picked up the oversized and super-thick moon cakes, smiled, and said, "It's indeed like that round toad moon, but it's a little bigger." Just like the Great Wilderness style, nothing is big. It's so big, you can't eat it all. Mo Li, you can also try this little friend's craftsmanship. ”

He tore a corner of the oversized moon cake in his hand and gave it to the old man named Mo Li.

Mo Li held the moon cake handed by the old Confucian with both hands, tasted it, and said, "It tastes really good." ”

The old Confucian also tried it and praised Gongliang's skill in making moon cakes.

After eating a few bites, the old Confucian put it on the table and said: "There are two ways to make this osmanthus cake, one is more cumbersome, and it is not flour, but glutinous rice flour." There is no glutinous rice wilderness, most of them come from the east. However, in recent years, there have also been Dongtu people and barren people who have begun to plant. However, the glutinous rice of this osmanthus cake was not bought from those people, but grown by the old man's own family.

This kind of osmanthus cake needs to be made with ingredients first, such as cooked powder, cake powder, sugar, heart, osmanthus ......"

There were a lot of preparation methods, Gongliang's head swelled when he heard this, and he hurriedly said, "Master, let's talk about it simpler!"