After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

"I was thinking I'd still have time to finish my work, but you guys came back. This ox cart is really fast."

Qian Fengping had just come out of the kitchen after washing her hands.

"It's okay, Auntie. I'll go finish the homework that the teacher left for me first!"

Qin Yan was carried to the wheelchair by Fang Tong, and he also took the book: "I also have schoolwork, no rush."

Fang Nanzhi was young, so Mr. Zheng didn't give her many homework assignments. Many teachers gave their students homework to consolidate the knowledge they had learned so as not to forget it. But this little girl was good at memorizing, and she could not forget what she learned.

After she finished writing and waited for the ink to dry a little, she turned around and saw her brother still working hard, which made her feel much happier.

It feels great to have other people writing homework while I don’t have to do it!

Qin Yan seemed to notice something and suddenly turned to look at her. The little girl immediately looked away, packed up her books, and ran away.

If her brother sees that she is fine and catches her to write something else, that would be bad!

Just as he ran to the yard, he heard the cows in the shed seeming to be mooing. He turned around and went to check on the cows.

Fang Tong was standing in front of the cowshed at this moment. He didn't know what happened to the newly bought yellow cow. It was fine when they were traveling, but now it kept mooing in the cowshed.

I don’t know if he is not used to living in this cowshed or he is not used to the dairy cow neighbors next door.

"Come on, eat some more grass."

Fortunately, he didn't seem to be feeling unwell, and was able to eat grass and drink water just fine.

He reached out to touch the bull's head and saw his daughter running towards him.

Fang Nanzhi came over and also grabbed a handful of grass and put it in the trough made by her father. The father and daughter squatted in front of the straw hut and talked in whispers.

Only then did Fang Tong realize that his daughter had really taken the powerful pill given by the gods, and even used it today.

The little girl told Fang Tong what happened today in detail, and he was also shocked.

I knew the name was Dali Wan, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful that a child could throw an adult out. It's really worthy of being something given by gods, a magic pill!

He shared the same idea as Qin Yan and gave her some serious advice, telling her not to take medicine casually in the future and not to let anyone see it.

"Oh, Dad, Brother System told me a lot of cake recipes today. He said there are a hundred kinds!"

Fang Tong almost fell down and sat down on the ground: "How much?!"

Fang Nanzhi whispered, "Dad, now that I can read, I don't need to ask my brother to read it. But how should I tell my aunt? And tell her that it was left by my mother?"

Fang Tong pondered for a moment and shook his head: "Tell me two or three first, and I'll use the rest later. I'll write them down, and you don't have to worry about them anymore!"

Fang Nanzhi was very worried about her father, so she explained the three things in detail and asked her father to remember them, and then she left it alone.

"Dad, I want to ride a bull!"

If she rides a cow around the village, she will definitely look very majestic, and all the friends in the village will be envious!

"..." Fang Tong looked at his daughter speechlessly, "Maybe next time. This cow just came to our house and is still shy."

Why is his daughter becoming more and more tough?

Fang Tong turned around and went to the kitchen, where he saw some stir-fried meat on the stove, which smelled particularly delicious.

He sold this meat today to celebrate the children's first day of school.

"What else are you doing?"

"Make some pancakes."

He originally thought it was the coarse flour pancake he usually ate, but when he looked over, he saw that it was a thin small pancake, probably meant to be eaten with vegetables.

He suddenly suggested: "Mrs. Qian, how about you make this pancake next time without adding water, but with eggs and milk? Wouldn't that make it more fragrant?"

Qian Fengping burst out laughing and reached out to touch his forehead: "Have you been so happy lately because of too many happy events? You're eating so well, with eggs and milk."

Fang Tong touched his chin and said, "Isn't this just thinking about a new style of cake? Just change the method and you'll have a different style."

When Qian Fengping heard this, she thought, indeed, there's nothing wrong with trying it.

"Let's talk about it after dinner!"

When Qin Yan finished his meal, the two children were so hungry that their eyes widened when they saw the pancakes and stir-fried pork.

After the family wolfed down their meal, Fang Tong took Qian Fengping with him to prepare snacks.

"You make pancakes, and I'll figure it out too!"

He recalled the method his daughter told him and directly picked up a large bucket of milk, ten kilograms!

In order to avoid arousing Qian Fengping's suspicion, he went straight to the west room to turn on the stove, poured all the milk in, and lit a fire to heat it.

The milk cannot be burnt yet, it needs to be stirred constantly.

After boiling, he poured out the milk and let it cool. In the meantime, he went to the kitchen to take a look and saw that Qian Fengping's pancake crust was not going well.

He turned around and found a pole to fiddle with for a long time, then secretly called his daughter back into the house and said, "Look, does this look the same as what the gods told you?"

Fang Nanzhi took a closer look and said, "Dad, this is not right. The gods' are in a circle, and yours is a rake!"

The recipe given by the gods requires a tool, a pole with strips at the front forming a circle, and a closed end at the front.

With his daughter's correction, Fang Tong finally finished making this strange-shaped thing.

"What's the use of this thing? You can't grab it, and you can't knock it."

He complained and put what he was holding into the wooden bucket containing milk.

He hadn't forgotten what he had been told before, and now he had to pull the rope wrapped around it and turn it, which would take at least a quarter of an hour.

"Well, the rest is just physical work."

Fang Tong began to work hard. After a while, Qian Fengping heard the noise and came over to see what he was doing. But when she saw his posture, she was stunned.

"This is... milk? What are you messing with it for?"

Fang Tong's forehead was covered with sweat. Suddenly, he looked at his daughter and had an idea.

"Oh, it's okay. It's all Zhizhi's fault. The milk has skin after being left out for a long time, and she loves to eat that skin. So I just made some for her!"

Fang Nanzhi was speechless towards her father, but she had to nod on the surface.

You said she didn't need to worry about it, but now she still needs to be used!

Qian Fengping was at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "Look at you, you're sweating all over. Let me do it."

Fang Tong was not willing to let her do such hard work, but she insisted on reaching out to grab it, so he let go and wiped the sweat off his face with a towel.

Fang Nanzhi peeked in and soon saw something floating in the wooden barrel. She quickly winked at her father and pretended to be surprised.

"Dad, look, maybe you hit it too hard? It's not even milk skin anymore!"

Qian Fengping quickly stopped, and the three of them surrounded the wooden barrel. Fang Tong used a spoon to scoop out the things inside.

"Hey, what is this? Why does it look like lard?"

"Dad, this comes from milk, so it should also be oil."

"Oh, that's it. There's no milk skin left. I'll fish this out and use it when I make something."

"Okay, Dad, can you put a little of this in the cake? Wouldn't it be really fragrant?"

The father and daughter sang the same tune, but Qian Fengping didn't hear anything wrong and even agreed with them!

If the oil from milk is put in the cake, how much money will this cake sell for?

Of course, this thing cannot be used directly to make cakes. In the divine recipe, it is called butter, and is used to make something called "cream".

"Well, I'll find something to put it on."

Fang Tong ran to the kitchen, squeezed out the last bit of moisture from the butter, and put it into a bowl.

"Mrs. Qian, how are your cakes?"