No one noticed that Li Guifang's eyes were terribly bright as she looked at the petals flying outside the door!

She stroked her chin, the corners of her mouth slightly raised - isn't this a business opportunity that comes right to her door?

Launching new seasonal products according to the solar terms is much better than staying up all night to come up with a marketing plan.

Li Guifang has always been decisive and quick in action. Once an idea comes to her mind, she takes action immediately!

She grabbed Zhao Xiaomian, who was sweeping the floor, and stuffed a bamboo basket into her hand.

"Girl, go pick some flowers from the pear tree outside."

Zhao Xiaomian held up the broom, looking confused: "Huh? Picking flowers? Me?"

She pointed to the tip of her nose, her eyes widening.

"Yeah, just jump up and pick them, no need to climb the tree!"

Li Guifang originally wanted to go by herself, but then she thought better of it. With her old arms and legs, she couldn't jump high enough, so it would be better for her to fleece the young people!

She patted Zhao Xiaomian on the shoulder and said, "Young people are very agile, so just think of it as stretching your muscles. Come on, you're the best!"

After saying that, he winked mischievously, turned around and ran away!

Zhao Xiaomian stood under the pear tree holding a bamboo basket, looking up at the blossoms swaying in the spring breeze, with a look of despair on her face.

She looked down at her work clothes, then looked up at the pear blossoms on the tree, and couldn't help but cry out!

"I came here to work as a shop assistant, so why am I also working as a flower thief on the side?"

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and a few petals fluttered down and fell on her head.

Zhao Xiaomian reached out and touched it, wow, it was a flower brought directly to her.

She sighed helplessly, "Well, now I don't even need to call a hairstylist. I can just upgrade to a full-time flower picker."

Behind him, Li Guifang's energetic voice could be heard: "Xiaomi, pick more! I'll make cakes for you!"

Zhao Xiaomian stood on tiptoe, picking flowers and muttering to herself, "Flower cakes...Flower cakes...I think I'm the 'flower', picked by Aunt Li to work..."

As I was talking, I even laughed at this weird association.

In the afternoon, Li Guifang brought the pear blossoms picked by Zhao Xiaomian to the bakery and made the flower cakes she had imagined.

But at this moment, Li Guifang had a worried look on her face.

On the chopping board in front of her, flour, sugar, and lard were laid out one by one, like three rivals refusing to give in to each other.

"It looked quite simple in the video before..." Flower cake, she knew this only because of the fleeting glimpse she got when watching a short video in her previous life.

It is made with fresh flower petals, but as a northerner, she is not sure how it is made!

The smooth movements of the southwestern master in the video had long been blurred into a mosaic in her mind.

The most important thing is that she has never eaten it, so she can only rely on her imagination and make the flower cake in her memory!

Making the puff pastry was not difficult for her. Li Guifang rolled up her sleeves and skillfully rolled out the dough, folded it, and then rolled it out again.

The puff pastry is clearly layered in her hands and unfolds like pages of a book - this skill is no problem for her, an experienced pastry chef.

But when she turned to the basket of washed pear blossoms, her brows were twisted into knots again.

The fresh petals were tender and juicy, shining like pearls in the bamboo basket, but she was at a loss as to what to do with them.

"Just mix it with sugar? Wouldn't it be too astringent..." She picked up a petal and just touched it, without rubbing it. The flower juice stained her fingertips, with a faint fragrance. Okay, very tender!

"Do I need to blanch them?" The water on the stove was already boiling, bubbling, but she was afraid that the petals would be overcooked and rotten.

"Who cares! Let's try one first! Even if it sucks, it sucks!"

Li Guifang gritted her teeth, rolled up her sleeves, and got to work, her eyes gleaming with a gleam of determination.

For the first pot, she simply mixed fresh flower petals with sugar.

The resulting pancakes were bitter and astringent, with the petals still smelling green. Zhao Xiaomian was so exhausted from eating them that she stuck out her tongue. Huang Xiuying even made excuses to hide away!

"Pah! Aunt Li, this flower cake tastes like grass!"

Li Guifang was unwilling to give up, so she used blanched flower petals in water for the second pot.

This time the petals were soft and not green, but they became a mess once they were wrapped in the dough. When baked, they turned into a black lump, just like a coal ball.

"This..." Li Guifang poked the unidentified object with chopsticks, and the coal ball was very considerate and cracked with a "pop".

For the third pot, she learned her lesson and marinated the petals in honey for a long time.

This time it smelled sweet, but it started to burn and smoke as soon as it entered the oven. She was so anxious that she picked up a palm-leaf fan and fanned herself into the oven, but ended up fanning herself into a big clown face.

"Ahem...I just don't believe this!" Li Guifang wiped the charcoal ash off her face, looking like a harlequin cat.

She suddenly had an idea and divided the remaining petals into three parts: one part was marinated with sugar, one part was blanched and squeezed dry, and the other part was directly wrapped.

She lined up the three fillings and wrapped them in the dough one by one.

"This time one of them will succeed!" She confidently put the three kinds of dough into the oven, staring at the fire without blinking.

Zhao Xiaomian squatted beside her, chewing on the first pot of "grass cakes," and mumbled encouragement to her: "Aunt Li, come on... Ugh... Come on!"

The fire reflected Li Guifang's face, which was covered with flour and charcoal ash, but her eyes were surprisingly bright.

Huang Xiuying leaned against the door frame and peeked, only to see Li Guifang looking at the petals, sometimes getting close to smell them, sometimes holding them up to the light for a closer look, just like an old scholar studying rare treasures.

The lid of the sugar jar on the chopping board was open, and the lard was slowly melting in the bowl, but there were still many pear blossoms in the basket, as if mocking her persistence.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!