[Anti-rebirth] Brother, why did you come back from rebirth!

After a meal, Mu Fangtan didn't dare to raise his face to look at the crowd. The three old men pretended not to see anything. They drank wine and competed vigorously. Grandpa You was happy that his grandson could take him out. Grandpa Fang and Grandpa Liang It was because he was unhappy that Ah Tan was being bullied, and he was sure he would not give Youjia boy a good face.

You Beiming served Mu Fangtan with vegetables as if nothing happened.

"A Tan, do you want me to pay you to open a shop for you?" He picked up a chopstick of Mu Fangtan's favorite stir-fried kale.

"No, I still have hundreds of thousands in my hand." Mu Fangtan didn't want to refuse.

"What is a few hundred thousand enough for?" He frowned, feeling that the money was too little, and a few hundred thousand was enough for Ah Tan to buy a few clothes.

"It's enough to open a small shop." Mu Fangtan put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth, "I said, I want to work hard on my own, so this hundreds of thousands is enough."

"It's not that I look down on you, Ah Tan, but with hundreds of thousands of dollars, you can't even buy a small storefront in Jiujing, right? At least there must be a store." You Beiming was sitting upright, analyzing the land price, and renting and buying it. pros and cons.

Mu Fangtan listened quietly, and then said, "Don't worry, I have a two-story building for commercial and residential use in the ancient street of the old city under my name. Ten under sixty." There is such a small shop in an ancient street where every inch of land is expensive, and it is worth a lot of money! "I'm going to open a store there and start small."

"That's good." Grandpa Liang liked that kind of old-fashioned place.

"That's right, so that my store can open sooner, Uncle Biao, please teach me!" Mu Fangtan said with a smile, avoiding You Beiming's eyes, You Beiming smiled lightly and said nothing.

"Okay, Uncle You, lend us the kitchen." Liang Shen asked for the kitchen without hesitation.

"Use it, use it!" Grandpa You asked someone to clean up the kitchen for the two of them.

Liang Shen took Mu Fangtan to the kitchen, and dismissed all those who wanted to follow in. The reason was that idlers were not allowed to enter.

"Uncle Biao, what should we learn first?" Mu Fangtan washed his hands and rolled up his sleeves.

"Does Ah Tan like mung bean cake?" Liang Shen prepared the ingredients.

"I like it." He nodded.

"Then let's learn mung bean cake first." Liang Shen poured the dried mung bean into a basin and washed it. "Mung bean cake is divided into two flavors, southern and northern. The northern one is called Beijing style, and the southern one is called Su style. Beijing-style mung bean cake It has the characteristics of standard and neat shape, light yellow color, fine and compact structure, soft and non-sticky taste. Su-style mung bean cake has two types: meat and vegetable. The flavor is divided into rose, jujube paste, bean paste and non-filling heart (called clear water). The characteristics are small and oily, with fillings embedded, clear prints, and delicious numbness. Whether it is in the south or the north, the choice of materials is particularly important!"

While Liang Shen was talking, Mu Fangtan was carefully recording.

"If you want to make a good mung bean cake, it is best to grind the mung bean flour yourself, so as to ensure the taste. As you know, the mung bean cake made at home is far less fragrant than that sold outside, but it tastes more aftertaste and has a shorter shelf life. This is because homemade cooking will not add messy things, only the taste of the mung bean itself.”

"Yes." Mu Fangtan nodded and recorded it.

"To open a store, you don't have to have many things, but the taste must be right." Liang Shen doesn't like those things that add coloring to food!

"Uncle, I know, don't worry." He didn't like those strange smells either.

"A Tan is the most obedient." Liang Shen nodded, it seemed that he was right.

In the kitchen, one teaches and the other learns, it is very quiet.

Outside, You Beiming was sitting at the door, listening to the voices inside, drawing a floor plan in his hand, which was a design drawing of a pastry shop.

In the main hall, Grandpa Fang spoke majestically, "Listen to me, you are not allowed to say that whatever A-tan makes is not delicious!"

"Old Fang, Ah Tan knows how to cook and cooks very well. He can knead dough and play with it at the age of five. If you act too fake, Ah Tan can tell at a glance." Grandpa Liang rolled his eyes at him, "Let's talk , Ah Tan is going to open a shop, so if you don’t point out the advantages and disadvantages, it’s not harming Ah Tan!”

"You said Ah Tan can cook?" Grandpa Fang doubted.

"That's it!" Grandpa Liang was proud, "A Tan played with my family when he was a child, and learned a lot. Seven times he made dim sum like Liang's. Your sister's birthday cake was made by A Tan himself!"

"Mei'er liked to eat sweets when she was seriously ill. Are they made by A Tan?" Grandpa Fang felt distressed when he thought of his daughter who passed away.

"That's right. At that time, Ah Tan made dim sum cakes in different ways every day. From the beginning, he baked something burnt and didn't know what it was, to being able to frame beautiful cream flowers. He worked hard." Grandpa Liang sighed.

When Fang Mei was seriously ill, the doctor said that the patient could eat whatever he wanted, take it easy, and maybe live longer.

She may also know that she is dying, and she really wants to eat sweets. She has eaten all the famous dim sum restaurants, but they are not the taste she wants. The taste of those snacks may not be the best, but it is the heart of her youngest son. In her last days, she was accompanied by her youngest son who made sweet snacks, and the taste of the snacks gradually matched her memory. The smell is getting more and more similar, she has not left this world with any regrets, maybe the moment she closes her eyes, she is happy.

"Sometimes, I feel like I'm sorry for Meier." Grandpa Fang sighed, "Knowing that she doesn't like Mu Liangan, I still let her marry him."

"Don't be sad." Grandpa Liang patted him on the shoulder, "It's over."

The juniors obediently kept silent, pretending they hadn't heard.

"Dad, do you know who my aunt likes?" Fang Tian asked his father in a low voice.

Fang's father didn't speak, just looked at the kitchen in a daze.

Perhaps if my sister's wish had been fulfilled back then, this would not have been the result.

It's a pity that there is no if in this world. Maybe that guy doesn't know until now that there was once a girl who admired him, and didn't even care that he was divorced, and he didn't care that he had two daughters and an adopted son. However, fate is like this, they are destined not to be together Together.

'Brother, he never knew, I didn't tell him that I liked him, how could he come, I love him, that's my business, it has nothing to do with him. '

His silly sister!

"Dad, don't you know?" Fang Tian asked in a low voice.

"I don't know." Fang's father shook his head, Fang Tian was disappointed.

Some things should be rotted in the stomach, and it is no good for anyone to speak out, and what's the use of talking about these things after the person has already left, it will only make the living uneasy.

"How is it?" Liang Jun asked Fang Tian, ​​Fang Tian shook his head, Liang Jun rolled his eyes, and didn't even ask this kid, it seems that his old man can't ask anything, eh!I really want to know!How could this happen!

If Mu Fangtan knew about these two boys, Ba Feng, his mother would definitely beat them to death!

Fortunately, he didn't know.

When the mung bean cake in the pot was steamed, the light mung bean fragrance wafted out. Mu Fangtan made two kinds of mung bean cakes, Beijing style and Suzhou style. Small pieces of prejudiced squares, let it cool and let it cool. The Beijing-style mung bean cake will be delicious after a day. A good Beijing-style mung bean cake should be soft, and the slag will fall off after one bite. This one just out of the pan is still a little sticky. Good luck.

But the Su style is different, soft and glutinous, Mu Fangtan makes rose honey stuffing and clear water mung bean cake. Looking at these small balls, Mu Fangtan wanted to be like his mother when he was a child, each with a pair of ears plugged in. After thinking about it, he really did this, and rose honey squeezed out a pair of kittens For ears, Qing Shui squeezed out a pair of rabbit ears, which was very fun. Liang Shen took a look and didn't say much.

When these two plates of clear green and lovely dumplings went out at one end, everyone's eyes lit up first, and then they saw clearly the ears on each small dumpling, and they were all speechless for a while.

You Beiming covered his face, thinking of Mrs. Mu who likes to wear two braids on her youngest son's head. This problem seems to be hereditary!

"Grandpa Liang, Grandpa, Grandpa You, try it, but don't eat too much. Mung bean cake is cold in nature, and eating too much will hurt your stomach." Mu Fangtan gave each of the three old men a cup of tea, looking at it with piercing eyes. With three old men.

"That's fine, let me try it." Grandpa Liang picked up a piece of mung bean cake with clear water and took a bite, "Well, it's delicious, sweet but not greasy, not bad, not bad." Talented, this dim sum is no worse than Shen Zi's, and with more training, it will only get better and better.

"A Tan, this rose filling is too sweet." Grandpa Fang took a bite of the rose filling and frowned.

Mu Fangtan took a piece of mung bean cake stuffed with roses and broke it open. He sniffed the smell first, frowned, and took a bite of the filling. It wasn't too sweet. He took a bite together with the skin and stuffing. After swallowing it, I couldn't help but frowned, it was too sweet.

"The sweetness of the filling and the skin is too sweet." He opened the notebook and made a calculation. He found that if the sugar content of the skin is reduced, the first bite will feel too weak, or the rose sauce will be reduced. The amount of sugar, rose sauce will be bitter, he rubbed his brows, it seems that this rose sauce is not suitable, um, try sweet-scented osmanthus sugar, red bean paste, it should be better.

He frowned and smiled, "Thank you, grandpa, for your opinion."

Grandpa Fang blushed, he said just now that he would agree to anything, but he picked something wrong as soon as he couldn't bear it.

"A Tan, are you going to buy these pastries?" Grandpa You asked.

"Well, it's mainly these old-fashioned cakes. I also made Beijing-style mung bean cakes, but I can eat them tomorrow." He pointed his fingers, "Beijing-style and Soviet-style mung bean cakes, sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, red bean cakes, beef tongue cakes, fruit parfait , plum parfait, milk parfait, cookies, biscuits, small cakes, all kinds of tea, milk tea, coffee, etc., should be enough."

"This is complicated enough. What kind of store do you want to open, Ah Tan?" Grandpa Fang felt that this was a bit neither Chinese nor Western. It seemed to be a mess, and it was not reliable there!

"Grandpa Fang, didn't you all come from that era?" You Beiming smiled, unexpectedly A Tan thought of him together, and handed over the preliminary drawings he had drawn.

On the blueprint is a pastry shop that is neither Chinese nor Western. It is a shop with a strong Republican style.

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