Are you trying to stir things up?

Qin Xiang'e watched with curiosity as Ye Yun picked at the mung beans. She had been out all afternoon, and now she was using such sophisticated language.

What does "making a scene" mean?

"His wife, how's it going with your uncle's family?" More than teasing, Qin Xiang'e was curious about whether Ye Yun's family affairs had been resolved.

Ye Yun casually said, "Aunt, you don't need to worry about things over there."

"Oh, okay..."

Qin Xiang'e was too lazy to care about the Ye family, and after hearing Ye Yun's words, she stopped talking.

To be honest, she didn't have much affection for the Ye family. Her father had sacrificed himself because of the Ye family patriarch, and as his child, she always felt a little uncomfortable about it.

Here, Ye Yun rinsed the mung beans.

The mung beans were the same ones she and Qin Zheng bought in town last time. They weighed three jin (1.5 kg) at the time, and some of them were used to make soup over the past few days, leaving about two jin (1 kg) of them.

Ye Yun took one jin first.

Given the scarcity of ingredients and seasonings, she could only rely on her memories from her previous life to try her best to make the food taste as good as possible with the limited ingredients available. Therefore, she dared not make too much, otherwise, if it was not done well, it would be a waste of food.

"His wife, is there anything I can do for you?"

Qin Xiang'e leaned closer and said.

She didn't want Ye Yun to be busy. In her mind, Ye Yun's health wasn't good, so she tried her best to prevent Ye Yun from doing anything.

Ye Yun thought for a moment, "Aunt, could you scrub that little millstone in the house?"

"well!"

Qin Zheng's family had a small, long-abandoned millstone lying in the corner of the kitchen shed.

Qin Xiang'e carried the millstone to the well, disassembled it, cleaned it thoroughly, then dried it, let it air dry for a while, before carrying it into the kitchen and placing it on the chopping board next to Ye Yun.

A large, round millstone, several tens of centimeters in size, was placed on the cutting board and instantly took up a considerable amount of space.

"This millstone... it was used when Zhengzi's father was still alive!" Qin Xiang'e said breathlessly, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

Since the family lost its breadwinner, no one has used this millstone anymore.

Although the millstone was small, it was made of stone and quite heavy, but Qin Xiang'e's face was full of smiles. She was happy as long as Ye Yun could use it.

Seeing her like this, Ye Yun couldn't help but feel a warmth rise in her heart.

"Auntie, you should rest for a while. We'll need your help later."

"Hey!"

Qin Xiang'e smiled and agreed, then ran out to wash her face before hurrying back to the kitchen, afraid of missing anything Ye Yun was doing.

Ye Yun was draining the water from the mung beans.

The rinsed mung beans are still wet, so you need to drain them first, otherwise they won't be easy to grind into powder when you put them on the millstone.

Seeing that she was engrossed in her work, Qin Xiang'e quietly poured a glass of water and placed it next to her.

After the mung beans were drained, the millstone was ready. She put the mung beans into the millstone little by little, and Qin Xiang'e quickly pulled the millstone. In no time, they were turned into fine powder.

Ye Yun lit a fire and put the mung beans into the pot to steam over high heat for half an hour.

"His wife, I know that. You're trying to get rid of the beany smell, right?" Qin Xiang'e understood Ye Yun's intention and asked with a smile.

Ye Yun nodded with a smile, "Yes, otherwise it won't taste good."

"You're making mung bean cakes, aren't you?"

"Let's make a different kind of mung bean cake," Ye Yun said, adding more firewood to the pot.

Qin Xiang'e watched intently and naturally began discussing it with Ye Yun.

She said she had also made mung bean cakes.

Half an hour later, the mung bean cake was steamed. Ye Yun took it out and broke up the clumps of mung bean cake little by little, then set it aside to dry.

Now start heating the oil.

In later generations, butter was usually used to make mung bean cakes taste better, but right now she only had lard and peanut oil.

The mung bean powder had dried, and Ye Yun began adding seasonings.

One pound of mung beans, one ounce of white sugar.

Add a suitable amount of refined salt and sweetness.

Next, pour the previously heated peanut oil over the dough, press it down firmly, shape it into a block, and steam it for another twenty minutes, but this time over low heat.

Twenty minutes later, Ye Yun took the steamed mung bean cake out of the pot.

It was already dark.

A kerosene lamp was lit in the kitchen, illuminating the profiles of Ye Yun and Qin Xiang'e.

After the mung bean cake cooled, Ye Yun cut it into pieces by the light.

The small pieces of mung bean cake, with their appealing color, were particularly eye-catching under the warm glow of the kerosene lamp. With a gentle break, they were divided into two even halves, making one's mouth water.

Ye Yun smiled when she saw the quality of the product.

"Auntie, would you like to try some?" She handed the half she had broken off to Qin Xiang'e and said with a gentle smile.

Qin Xiang'e quickly pushed her hand away, saying shyly, "How can I eat such delicate things? You eat it, or you can give it to the old lady!"

Upon hearing this, the old lady at the entrance of the main room immediately tapped the bamboo cane in her hand.

"I'm so hungry! I'm starving!"

"Oh Mom, I forgot about that." Qin Xiang'e suddenly remembered that dinner hadn't been made yet, so she quickly grabbed a mung bean cake and ran to the old lady. "Mom, have something to eat first, I'll make you dinner right away!"

The old lady grunted and slowly stuffed the mung bean cake into her mouth.

While chewing, he tilted his head back and stared blankly into the distance, seemingly puzzled as to why he was eating so late, or perhaps hoping for someone's return soon.

"Mother, how is it?" Qin Xiang'e smacked her lips as she saw the old lady eating with relish.

Ye Yun also stared expectantly at the old lady. This was the first time she had ever done anything, and the old lady's opinion was extremely important to her!

The mung bean cake was small; it was gone in two bites.

After finishing her meal, the old woman paused for two seconds, then slowly stretched out her hand to Qin Xiang'e again, "Is there...a famine? Give me some more!"

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