"Le Yao, Le Yao, take a look at the pastries I made. How do they taste?"
When Ming Leyao opened the door, she saw Qiao Xiaoran rushing in with a smile on her face. In her hands were some pastries that she had taught her to make before.
Looking at the presentable pastries emitting tempting aroma, Ming Leyao raised her eyebrows in surprise.
The main problem is that Qiao Xiaoran is a person who doesn't know how to do housework, cook, or take care of herself...
During this month, Ming Leyao has gained a deep understanding of this, and at the same time, she admires Duan Yangbing for taking care of Qiao Xiaoran in the same way for years.
It seems that these two are pure love.
"You made it so quickly?"
"Yes, I followed the steps you taught me and tried it when I got home. Except for the difficulty in making the fire, I didn't notice anything else..."
"????"
Ming Leyao was shocked. Is this really serious?
"Let me try it."
Ming Leyao picked up a piece of mung bean cake, put it in her mouth and chewed it, and found that the taste was so authentic.
Better than she could do herself.
Her mung bean cake is different from the traditional one. It is a bit like a Cantonese smoothie. It is not sweet or greasy, and it is refreshing and can be said to be a must-have in summer.
Of course, it tastes more exciting if you put it in the refrigerator.
"Okay, Sister Xiao Ran, you are awesome."
Unexpectedly, God closed many doors for her, but finally left her a window...
She can learn it after just one study. She has perfect comprehension and practical skills. However, apart from making pastries, she is still not very good at cooking...
"You...I...my Bingzi said the same thing."
"Well, I'm teaching you two pastry recipes today. Are you trying them?"
"Okay, okay. To be honest, Le Yao, I just feel that making pastries is really exciting. Besides, making pastries gives me a sense of satisfaction. Most importantly, it doesn't make me feel bored."
"Okay then... I'll teach you a few tricks today, and then you can think about whether you can invent something after you go back."
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
The two of them spent the whole afternoon in the kitchen, making a lot of pastries, but they couldn't fit in the refrigerator. Ming Leyao and Qiao Xiaoran went to Lin Yuzhen's house and gave her some, then took a detour to Uncle Qi's house and left a lot for themselves.
When Fu Wencheng returned home in the evening, he saw a small plate of beautifully shaped pastries on the table in addition to the food. He didn't pay much attention to it at first, until he sat down to eat, Ming Leyao handed the plate of pastries to him and said, "Try what I made."
"Ah? You did it?"
Fu Wencheng was a little bit unbelievable. It was not that he doubted whether the pastry was made by his wife, but in his understanding, pastries were bought from the supply and marketing cooperative. Who would make it at home?
The key is, can this thing be made at home?
"Of course, I'm very good at it. Would you like to try it?"
"Then I have to try it carefully. My wife is amazing. This pastry looks good and smells good. I believe it will taste good too."
Fu Wencheng took a bite with great relish. He originally thought it would be too sweet, but it turned out to be just the right sweetness and tasted great. His eyes immediately lit up.
The same scene happened at the Duan family, but...
The effects are somewhat different.
"Bingzi, this is the cake I made. How do you like it?"
Duan Yangbing, who just came back from the cafeteria after dinner...
I suddenly felt that I might have diarrhea tonight. Thinking of the important training tasks tomorrow, my brain started to work rapidly. How could I refuse this cake without hurting my wife's self-esteem?
"Well...wife, you see I've already prepared the meal, let's eat first. If we eat the cakes, it will take up too much space in our stomach and we won't be able to finish the meal. That's such a waste."
Qiao Xiaoran didn't think much about it, thinking that her man was right, so she put the pastries aside and ate dinner with him.
Duan Yangbing thought the matter was over, and he was planning to quietly dispose of the plate of pastries, but he didn't expect his wife to bring up the topic again.
"Bingzi, can you eat the cake now? You don't have to eat too much, just one bite, a small one, and the rest is for me."
When he heard that the remaining wife was coming to eat, Duan Yangbing immediately panicked. He still vividly remembered how he had diarrhea and was sent to the hospital after eating the meal cooked by his wife. When he thought of his wife lying pale and weak on the hospital bed, looking at him pitifully and crying in pain, Duan Yangbing felt that no training task was important anymore.
"Wife, let me eat. I'm not full yet."
After saying that, without waiting for Qiao Xiaoran's reaction, Duan Yangbing stuffed the cake into his mouth like a warrior ready to sacrifice himself. The cake had to be small so that he could swallow it directly without even chewing it.
But who knew that while chewing...
It doesn't taste bad, on the contrary, it has a light floral scent and a light sweetness, which is not greasy and leaves a lingering fragrance on your lips and teeth...
Duan Yangbing stuffed another piece into his mouth out of disbelief. He discovered that the floral scent of this pastry was relatively light, but when he put it into his mouth and swallowed it down his throat, the elegant fragrance flowed into his nasal cavity, leaving a particularly lingering aftertaste.
"this..."
"Humph, Duan Yangbing, were you making excuses before, thinking that the pastries weren't tasty, so you just gave me a perfunctory response?"
"I..."
Duan Yangbing had no way to refute it because that was what he thought at the beginning.
"Wow, wow, you bully me, I want to go home."
After saying that, Qiao Xiaoran stomped her feet and ran back to the bedroom quickly. This time, Duan Yangbing didn't care whether to wash the dishes or not, and hurried back to the room to coax his wife.
The noise made by the young couple here was not very loud, and no one upstairs or downstairs could hear any noise, but...
Fu Wencheng and Ming Leyao had just finished cleaning up and were lying on the bed. Fu Wencheng was still thinking about what excuse he could use to get his wife to exercise with him when he heard a door opening loudly upstairs, followed by a noise and a child crying.
"Hey? What's going on upstairs?"
"have no idea..."
"Did the couple have an argument?"
"Maybe."
"Fu Wencheng, are you still distracted when talking to me?"
"Because I was thinking..."
Fu Wencheng showed what he was thinking with his actions.
Just as the couple was getting into the mood, there was a lot of noise upstairs. There was the man trying to persuade the woman to speak in a low voice, and the woman's sharp rebuttal. The soundproofing of this building was not very good to begin with, so the conversation could be heard clearly by just raising the volume.
"Go down, go down."
All the enthusiasm was extinguished by what happened upstairs, and Ming Leyao suddenly felt a little sleepy.
Fu Wencheng rolled off his wife with a gloomy face, and his brain began to work rapidly, wondering whose family lived upstairs.
After thinking for a long time without any result, I decided to go to the army to ask tomorrow.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
