The real daughter is really not a human being

Yaoguang took the cakes out of the basket and gave one to each person.

The two guys smelled the malt aroma of the pancake and stuffed it into their mouths without hesitation.

The outer shell was a bit hard and took some effort to bite into, but the inside was much softer than they had imagined and didn't even sting their throats.

Although the capital city is prosperous, it has little to do with ordinary people.

Ordinary people had two meals a day, mostly thin porridge and bean rice. Most of the porridge was water. Women drank one bowl of porridge per meal, while men could drink half a bowl more if they had to work. However, they would be too hungry to last more than half a day.

There is dry rice, but you have to wait until the New Year to eat it. The rest is some soup made of beans and mixed rice. It is edible, but rarely filling.

The two were very happy to think that they would be able to eat such big pancakes every day and be full in the future.

Ding Mao held the cake in his hand as if it were a hot potato, not knowing whether to eat it or throw it away. He struggled for a while, then thought that with Yaoguang's ability, she would not try to kill him with the cake in a roundabout way, so he also raised the cake.

When picking up the cake, Ding Mao gestured in his heart.

Not to mention, it’s even bigger than my face. Such a big pancake is rare in the capital city. Most of them are slightly bigger than the palm of your hand.

But this looks quite dry and doesn't look very tasty.

The taste was just as Ding Mao imagined, very dry and choking, not very delicious, but it was quite fragrant after chewing for a long time, with a light wheat aroma and a slight salty taste.

After chewing two bites of the cake, Ding Mao discovered something unusual about it.

This cake is made of fine flour, and there is not even a trace of grain in it.

Then the wheat that was just poured in...

Ding Mao stood there for a long time, and stopped chewing. But he didn't dare to spit it out in front of Yao Guang, so he swallowed it with great effort...

It's really choking.

After teaching the two assistants how to do the work, Yaoguang took them to the front hall and took out a large stack of oil paper from under a cabinet.

Yaoguang turned the oil paper over and saw a face painted on it. Li Daniu leaned over to take a look. It was a portrait of a man, painted very delicately, the kind that one could tell the man's face at a glance.

Yaoguang: "This is the paper used to wrap the cake, and the hemp rope."

Yaoguang demonstrated how to wrap ten cakes together with oil paper, tying them with thin ropes while ensuring that Qiao Xun's face can appear clearly outside the package for everyone to see.

It is not difficult to pack the pancakes, and the two grown men learned it quickly.

Once you have learned these, there is nothing else.

Yaoguang signaled to the two that they could leave today and come back to work tomorrow.

The two of them left happily, leaving Dingmao standing in front of the table looking at the oil paper for a long time.

The painting technique was very unique. It was different from all the paintings he had seen before. It was so lifelike with just a few dozen strokes.

Look at the other pieces of oil paper, they are in the same position, the same size, and they were carved from the same mold!

The two of them had mentioned to him before that they were coming to Beijing to look for their relatives. He thought it was a cover-up, but he didn't expect that they were really looking for someone and even imprinted the person's face on it.

After reading this, Ding Mao suddenly felt that Yaoguang was not so bad, or even so evil.

But he still had to ask one question.

Ding Mao summoned up his courage and asked, "Who made your cake?"

Yaoguang: "It's made by a machine."

Seeing Ding Mao's puzzled expression, Yaoguang briefly explained, "Do you know that when water boils, the lid of the pot will be lifted up? As long as the water keeps boiling, the lid will keep moving... and you can make pancakes?"

Ding Mao was completely confused.

Boil water? Cover the pot? Make cakes?

Fortunately, Yaoguang was friendly enough to Ding Mao. She took him to the backyard and opened a corner of the wooden wall for Ding Mao to see.

Ding Mao took a look and saw no ghosts as he had imagined, nor any corpses making pancakes on the stove.

Instead, there were rings of wheel-like things rolling and turning non-stop.

The wheels are stacked one on top of the other, one driving the other, as if forming a perfect cycle.

Every once in a while, a cake will fall from the outside!

Ding Mao stood here and watched for a long time before he came to his senses and calmed down his inner shock.

He heard from his colleagues that some of their predecessors took over the job of digging the tombs of previous emperors. The tombs were full of traps, and if one accidentally stepped on something, hidden arrows would shoot continuously and turn the person into a sieve.

Obviously, this is an extremely sophisticated mechanism that can turn wheat directly into pancakes.

When he was a child, he heard from street storytellers that Lu Ban's descendants could create flying birds.

The little girl in front of him could use a pile of wood to make a device that could cure diseases. Could she be the descendant of some wealthy family?

Ding Mao said excitedly: "Miss Yaoguang, can you create a flying bird? The kind of bird that can sit on people!"

Yaoguang thought for a moment. A flying bird? An airplane?

The mastermind had indeed taught her these things, Yaoguang nodded and said, "Yes!"

Ding Mao felt comforted and excited after getting a clear answer. Yaoguang actually told him such a big secret!

I only told myself!

Ding Mao felt a little regretful. He was such a mean person! How could he use such bad thoughts to speculate about the girl in front of him?

Who am I talking to?

On the way back, Ding Mao seemed to be full of energy and was very excited the whole time, after sending Yaoguang back to the house.

He was so excited that he took out all the dozen weapons in his collection, filled a large basin with water, and started sharpening them!

Since Miss Yaoguang can make a flying bird, he has to ask Miss Yaoguang to make one for him. In the future, he will ride on the bird to do assassination missions every day. Wouldn't it be comfortable to come and go without a trace?

A flying bird must be expensive! He needs to save more money to buy one.

No! He already knows such an amazing girl named Yaoguang, why is he still an assassin? Wouldn't it be better for him to just follow her?

Thinking of this, Ding Mao decided that next time Yaoguang was short of people, he would go there and recommend himself!

He must perform well and make Yaoguang feel that he is useful.

With this thought in mind, Ding Mao sharpened his knife with even greater enthusiasm.

When Ding Mao was sharpening the ninth knife, he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Who is it..." Ding Mao wiped his hands casually with his clothes and hurried forward to open the gate.

It was not until he saw Yaoguang standing outside that Ding Mao showed a standard and earnest smile.

"Miss Yaoguang, what's the matter?"

"Your fish." Yaoguang handed over the oil paper package.

There were not many plates in the kitchen, so Yaoguang wrapped them in oil paper.

Ding Mao quickly took the fish and thanked Yaoguang.

After closing the door, Ding Mao was still feeling overwhelmed.

Miss Yaoguang, who is of such a high status, personally cooked fish for him, he couldn’t eat it all at once!

How about offering sacrifices to our ancestors first?

Ding Mao took the fish and went straight to his bedroom, where he placed the fish in front of the tablet of his mentor.

"Master, this fish is good. I am bringing it to you today as a gift."

Ding Mao bowed to the tablet and his eyes stayed on the oil paper bag for a long time.

It’s not too much for him to eat one piece. It looks like there are more than twenty pieces here!

There are still twenty dollars left to honor the master...

There are still 15 yuan left to honor the master

Ten more...

There are three more...

Forget it, Master, you can’t eat it anyway, so just let me finish it!