This stuff tastes better and is more nutritious.

There's just not enough milk; I'm afraid we can't make too much.

Then we'll just have to add more flour or something.

Old Zheng didn't mind: "Go ahead and use it. The firewood is right next to us, feel free to use it."

Gu Yunyang originally planned to mix starch with a little milk, add some sugar, and then make it into the shape of sugar tablets, so that each elderly person and child could receive one.

But since there were no molds available, he had to change his approach.

After thinking for a moment, Gu Yunyang took out some more eggs.

Mix flour and starch with eggs and milk to make a batter.

Then I lit a fire, heated the iron pot, brushed it with some oil, scooped out the batter with a spoon, formed it into a small ball, placed it on the iron pot, and slowly baked it over low heat.

"Spoon" is the term used in southern China.

Northerners call it a spoon.

A spoon, also called a teaspoon in the South.

The character "调" means to harmonize or adjust, while "羹" refers to soup.

In ancient times, it was used as a utensil for mixing soup, hence the name "tiao lei" (调羹).

Gu Yunyang worked quickly and efficiently, and soon the pot was full of cookies.

Although it doesn't look very good and its surface isn't very regular.

After all, there was insufficient preparation and no suitable molds.

Gu Yunyang plans to find a blacksmith to make some molds later, or make some himself out of wood.

The aroma wafted out, and even Old Zheng couldn't help but turn around to look.

"What on earth is the Party Secretary doing? It smells so good!"

The fragrance wafted out and reached the fields.

The other villages are nearby, and although this place is the closest to Dongshan Village, it is also in the center of the other villages.

The fragrance wafts through the air, and you can smell it no matter which direction you're facing.

"What...what's that smell?"

"I heard before that our young Party Secretary came from the capital, has money, and often eats good food. Now, even we can smell it?"

"Should we go take a look?"

"Come on, if you just leave like that, the scorekeeper will deduct your work points later."

Here, Gu Yunyang carefully controlled the heat; it couldn't be too high, or it would burn.

You also need to be careful when flipping it over.

"If we were in the base space, we could use an oven. Just put it on a baking tray, put it directly into the oven, set the time, and we wouldn't have to worry about any of that."

But in reality, there aren't that many tools, so we can only make do with what we have.

"Fortunately, there are always more solutions than problems."

Gu Yunyang took out a pot of cookies and started putting in another pot.

Old Zheng simply couldn't resist.

The aroma of this baked goods was already wonderful, but Gu Yunyang added eggs and milk, making the fragrance almost irresistible.

People these days have limited experience.

The Red Flag Brigade was still very poor, and they ate very little of the snacks that the supply and marketing cooperative sold.

Besides, these are cookies made by Gu Yunyang, whose skills are almost those of a master chef.

"Secretary, what did you make? It smells amazing!"

Gu Yunyang smiled and said, "I originally wanted to make milk tablets. But milk tablets are too small, and I realized I didn't make any molds. So I just added some eggs and flour and made milk cookies. Here, have a couple to try. They're a bit hot, so be careful."

Is this appropriate?

“What’s wrong with this? You’re an old man too, aren’t you, Old Zheng? Besides, this is my first time making it, I don’t know how it will taste. You can try it for me, and if it doesn’t taste good, I’ll get scolded. It’ll be a waste of the brigade’s milk.”

"Oh? Then I'll give it a try?"

"Let's give it a try. We won't die, so what's there to be afraid of?"