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

Fang Nanzhi was already prepared to eat the delicious and soft cake, so how could she just watch it fly away?

Moreover, the cake smells really good!

System brother said that it tastes almost as good as bread!

My aunt and brother will definitely fall in love with the sweet taste if they try it once.

Hearing this, the little girl stepped forward and tugged at Qian Fengping's little finger, shaking it gently, and said in a long, babyish voice, "Auntie, just try it once. People live to eat delicious food!"

Qian Fengping's heart melted after being shaken, but she still felt reluctant to give up the rice.

Qin Yan smiled and spoke up for her: "Mom, let's try it once. You and uncle have been working hard in the fields recently, and you deserve some nourishment."

I already have a health value system anyway, so eggs and the like won’t be of much help. I might as well use them to make something for the whole family to eat together.

Since both children said so, Qian Fengping had no choice but to obey. She gently pinched Fang Nanzhi's chubby cheeks, helpless but doting: "Okay, okay, my two little ancestors, can't I let you try it once?"

"But, let me be clear, you two can't eat this often!"

No family can afford to eat like this!

Fang Nanzhi inherited her father's style and readily agreed: "Okay, okay, I'll listen to my aunt. My aunt is the best~"

As for whether to eat it in the future? That’s a question for later consideration.

The first step is to prepare the ingredients and put each ingredient into a small bowl.

This time, Qin Yan read it again.

No matter what he said, Qian Fengping prepared according to his instructions with a look of pain and reluctance on her face.

Most of the food stored at home was coarse grains and coarse flour. White flour was a precious commodity that was rarely used, and she had no idea how much it was. When she was about to get the white flour, she suddenly realized, "We don't have enough white flour at home."

Even if you pour it all out, it's only a small bowl.

Fang Nanzhi felt a little regretful. It seemed that everyone would not be able to eat cake today. She couldn't go to other houses to borrow cake just to make it.

Who would be willing to lend out white flour?

Fang Tong slapped his head and said, "Yes, yes, yes, I have it in my room. Wait, I'll get it."

After saying that, he hurried away and came back soon with a small bag of flour.

The mother and son were surprised. Is there really white flour?

Qian Fengping took the flour and poured it into the bowl, asking, "Where did you get this flour?"

Fang Tong chuckled.

"I don't know how the Fang family got into my room."

Mother and son:?

Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

Fang Tongpi told the whole story and offered to help.

Qin Yan understood clearly in his heart. He knew that Fang Jin's fall into the trap was most likely related to his third uncle.

After a while, the materials were neatly placed on the table.

When she heard that she had to have eight spoonfuls of sugar, the look of heartache on her face became even more intense. She finally dipped her spoon into the sugar bag, scooped up a spoonful, and then carelessly shook it until only one-third was left...

Fang Nanzhi was so excited about supervising that she immediately turned into a supervisor, shaking her head and correcting her loudly: "No, no, Auntie, it's eight spoonfuls of sugar, not eight and a half spoonfuls of sugar!"

Qin Yan helplessly called out: "Mom, don't play tricks."

After being called by the two people, Qian Fengping could no longer pretend that her hands were shaking, so she had to put the sugar into the bowl according to the amount with great concern.

"The first step is to separate the egg white and yolk."

This task was easy for Qian Fengping. She quickly cracked the eggs with great care and used the eggshells to separate the egg white and yolk into different bowls.

"Next, sift the flour into the oil, then add the milk, salt, and egg yolks, and mix well."

Qian Fengping followed the instructions and stirred out a bowl of light yellow paste of unknown origin.

"Use several chopsticks to quickly stir the egg whites, swirling them around until they become white foam. If you pick them up with chopsticks, they will stand up without falling. This is a good meringue. Add sugar three times during this process."

Qian Fengping was at a loss now: "Son, what's the method? How can egg white be stirred into white?"

Fang Tong was in a good mood: "I haven't heard of it either, let's give it a try."

The egg white is here anyway, so it’s no loss if you don’t stir it out.

"Okay, let's try it." Qian Fengping didn't act pretentiously. She immediately took five chopsticks and quickly stirred the egg whites in the same direction. After stirring for a long time, the egg whites really turned a little white.

The whole family was surprised.

"It's really whiter!"

"No."

Qian Fengping rubbed his hands and prepared to continue.

Fang Tong noticed that her hands were sore, so he took the bowl and chopsticks very consciously: "I'm strong, let me do it."

As soon as he started, he used all his strength to beat the egg whites. Even so, it still took him half a day, and his arms were sore, before the egg whites turned completely white and became much more.

Then he added sugar in three batches and continued stirring. Later, Fang Tong's arms were so sore that he took out his chopsticks. He saw that the white foam-like substance was brought out by the chopsticks and formed a pointed tip.

I shook the bowl, but it showed no sign of collapsing.

In this way, this step is completed.

"Add the meringue to the yellow paste three times. This time, don't stir it in circles. Stir it evenly from side to side to avoid dissolving the bubbles."

This job had to be done by Qian Fengping. The woman did as she was told and stirred it carefully.

The next step is to take out the wooden basin and brush a circle of oil around it.

We’ve already put so much oil in before, why do we need to add more oil?

Qian Fengping looked at the little lard left at home and felt reluctant to use it, so she only brushed a thin layer on it.

The next step is to pour the large pot of paste into a wooden basin and steam it.

Soon, as the steam rose from the pot, the aroma of milk and rich noodles emanated, filling the yard with fragrance.

Fang Yin sniffed the air greedily, his face full of joy: "Cake, eat cake!"

Fang Nanzhi also danced with joy: "Eat cake, cake!"

"We have to wait until it's steamed." Qian Fengping said with a smile.

After waiting for a long forty minutes, Qian Fengping opened the lid of the pot and saw a pot full of golden yellow cake, with a rich aroma of milk and flour.

Just looking at it makes one's appetite whet.

"The last step is to turn the bowl upside down and tap the bottom to release the cake from the mold." Qin Yan's eyes were filled with anticipation. "Then you can eat it after it cools down."

Upon hearing this, Qian Fengping immediately did as she was told. She turned the basin upside down on a clean large wooden plate through a cloth and gently patted the bottom.

"Bang bang bang-"

Picking up the basin, under everyone's expectant gaze, the wooden tray was empty.

The cake was still firmly stuck to the wooden basin.

"I will try again."

As she spoke, Qian Fengping slapped the lid several times with great force, and opened it again, but the cake still didn't come out.

Qian Fengping immediately thought of the reason... It seemed that it was because she didn't put enough oil when brushing?

The woman suddenly felt guilty. Facing everyone's gaze, she coughed twice and said, "Well, let's cut it with a knife."

There is no other way without a knife.

Fang Tong immediately handed over the knife, and Qian Fengping cut along the edge of the wooden barrel. The edge was easy to deal with, and it was cut open with just one stroke of the knife, but the bottom was difficult to cut.

But in the end, Qian Fengping took a knife and cut the bottom, pouring out a piece of uneven and bumpy cake, and in the wooden basin, a lot of cake was stuck to the wall.

A piece of cake with pits, golden color and strange shape appeared in front of everyone.

Fang Nanzhi and Fang Yin were so greedy that they just stood there with their eyes shining.

Qian Fengping quickly took a knife and cut off two small pieces for the two of them: "Try it, how about it?"

Fang Nanzhi couldn't wait to stuff it into her mouth, and before she had time to chew it, she nodded: "Delicious!"

Fang Yin ate quickly, swallowing it whole: "It doesn't taste good, give me another piece!"

Qian Fengping didn't hesitate and simply cut the cake into equal pieces, giving each person a piece.

The cake is soft, has a rich milky flavor, a mellow texture and a slightly sweet taste.

Qian Fengping took a bite and felt that the taste was somewhat familiar. She felt that she had eaten something similar somewhere. After thinking about it, she suddenly realized that the taste and appearance of this bread were similar to the yellow steamed bun that Zhizhi gave her when they first met.

Thinking of what Fang Tong said in the morning, this was Zhizhi's mother's relic, I understood.

I didn’t expect that the father and daughter valued them so much. When they came to their house for the first time, they even made a cake for them.

Fang Nanzhi also liked the taste very much. It was warm and milky, and tasted better than the small bread in the system.

Fang Yin finished the plate in no time at all, still feeling unsatisfied, so he turned his gaze to the wooden basin covered with cake crumbs. He used a spoon to dig out every bit, not leaving out any crumbs. As he ate, he hugged the basin and grinned, "Delicious, hehe."

Fang Nanzhi nodded in approval.

"Aunt, when will you make some more?" Fang Nanzhi ate the last bit of food in small bites: "Aunt's cooking is great, I can't get enough!"

There was still a cake crumb on the little girl's mouth. Qian Fengping just thought it was adorable and reached out to wipe it off for her: "If you want to eat it, I'll make some later."

After saying that, he felt a little worried: "But I can't eat it all the time, it's too wasteful of white flour, but if I don't make it, the milk will be wasted."

"That's not right." Fang Tong laughed and said, "We can save everything. Make cakes and sell them in the city!"