Fang Yan didn't really know who Old Master Wei was; she only knew that he was well-dressed.
Later, when I learned that he lived here, I thought he must be a family member of one of the staff members.
If the gatekeeper knew what she was thinking, he would definitely laugh himself to death at her idea. Before retiring, Old Master Wei was a high-ranking official in the provincial capital.
I recently stayed at my son's house for a short while.
Upon hearing that Fang Yan had come to see Old Master Wei, the gatekeeper quickly led her over, saying, "This is it."
"Thank you!" After thanking the gatekeeper, Fang Yan led Xiaoyuzai forward to knock on the door.
"Who is it?" The person who came out to open the door was the housekeeper who helps out at home.
"Hello, we've come to see Mr. Wei. Is he home?"
While in the living room, Mr. Wei was chatting and showing off with his old friends when he thought he was hallucinating.
He actually heard that young wife's voice?
Fang Yan, accompanied by Xiao Yuzai and guided by her aunt, entered the house and saw Grandpa Wei staring blankly into space.
"Grandpa Wei," she greeted.
Little Fish also chirped in, "Grandpa Wei!"
Grandpa Wei turned his head, looking both surprised and delighted. "It really is you! I thought I was hallucinating."
"I should have come to see you a few days ago, but some things came up at home and I was delayed. I only managed to come today. How are you feeling? Is there anything wrong?" Fang Yan asked with a smile.
Grandpa Wei patted his foot, which he had bumped that day, and said, "There's absolutely no problem. It doesn't hurt when I walk."
That's good!
Fang Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "I was worried because I didn't take you to the hospital that day. Now that I see you are so healthy, I'm relieved."
"What are you worried about?" Old Master Wei noticed what Fang Yan was carrying and couldn't help but ask, "What are you carrying?"
"It's taro season now, and the neighbors gave me some. I thought I'd come over to visit you anyway, so I made a taro crepe cake and brought it over. Please try it and see if it suits your taste."
The aunt came over and took the cake and fruit from Fang Yan's hands. "You know it's Grandpa's birthday today? You even made a cake for him."
"Oh? Is today Grandpa Wei's birthday?"
Fang Yan was surprised, but at this moment she was extremely glad that she hadn't been lazy yesterday and had made a mille-feuille cake to bring over.
"Then I really stumbled upon this by sheer coincidence, Mr. Wei, happy birthday!"
"Happy birthday, Grandpa Wei!" Little Fish had never celebrated a birthday before and didn't know what a birthday was, but when he heard his mother say that, he repeated it in a very serious manner.
Everything Fang Yan gave me tasted just as good.
Grandpa Wei was overjoyed to receive a mille-feuille cake from Fang Yan on his birthday. He quickly asked the housekeeper to fetch a fruit knife from the kitchen, and also to bring a few plates and spoons.
This was the first time Lao Han, Lao Shen, and the others had seen a taro mille-feuille cake, though they weren't as eager for it as children.
However, they were also attracted by the beautiful appearance of the taro mille-feuille cake, and they all stared at it, eager to try it.
Seeing how impatient they all were, Fang Yan chuckled to herself. Indeed, none of her foodie friends were not foodies.
When the aunt brought the fruit knife and plate, Fang Yan helped cut the fruit and put it into the plate, just the right amount for one serving each.
The soft and fluffy texture, combined with the aroma of taro and milk, and the cool and refreshing temperature.
Everyone present took just one bite and fell in love with its sweet but not cloying, soft but not mushy, and smooth but not hard texture.
"Young lady, did you really make this taro crepe cake?"
“If Xiao Fang said she made it, then she must have made it,” Old Master Wei glared at Old Han unhappily. “Weren’t you just asking where you bought the ham pastry? Xiao Fang gave it to me too.”
"Xiao Fang?"
Fang Yan introduced herself in a generous manner, "Hello, gentlemen, I am Fang Yan from Gouzi Village, down in our county town."
Grandpa Wei also took the opportunity to mention the car accident that day, "Actually, it wasn't a big deal. It was just that it was the first time Xiao Fang was pushing a cart, and he didn't know how to control it, so he bumped into me."
"You only touched it, you didn't lose any skin or flesh, and you get such delicious pastries and such delicious cakes in return?"
Old Shen was a little jealous. "I should have been the one to bump into the cart instead."
Haha...
Fang Yan almost laughed at these old children, but one or two of these old men had a very strong aura and were obviously not ordinary old men. They must have been retired from officialdom. So she held back and didn't dare to be too casual.
Grandpa Wei was too lazy to pay attention to these annoying friends, and looked directly at Fang Yan, "Little Fang, it's such a waste that you don't open a shop with your skills. Have you ever thought about opening a shop in the county town to specialize in this?"
“Yes, yes, if you need money, we can lend you some.” Old Shen, a dessert lover, immediately offered his support.
To be honest, Fang Yan never thought about opening a bakery in the county town at this time.
Baking ingredients are still not easy to find right now. For example, cream and butter may be available on the market, but not in large quantities.
Furthermore, the cost of baking is not low, which means the finished product cannot be cheap.
When a big meat bun only costs one cent, you're selling a baked bread with no filling for fifty cents, and a cake might cost two or three cents more. It's not even meat, so who would buy it?
"I'm currently at the market selling pig's head and offal; I probably won't be able to take care of anything else for the time being," Fang Yan declined.
The old men were greatly disappointed when they heard that she was too busy to open the shop.
Especially the taro mille-feuille cake on the plate, it's so delicious it's almost gone. Even Grandpa Wei is a little reluctant to eat it. "Xiao Fang, if you don't run a shop, could you make some pastries and taro mille-feuille cakes to sell to us when you have some free time?"
At our age, we don't have many hobbies, except for enjoying good food. The things you make are just what we like.
“Yes, yes, Lao Wei is right,” Lao Shen quickly chimed in again. “When you have time, make some pancakes or something and sell them to us.”
That's a good idea; it's like having an extra source of income.
Fang Yan didn't refuse again, "Then how many kilograms does each of you plan to take?"
"I want three jin."
"I want five jin."
...
After noting down the numbers, Fang Yan roughly calculated in her mind that although there were only five customers, they had ordered fifteen jin of shortbread at once.
This is actually quite a large business.
Grandpa Wei and the others were delighted that Fang Yan had accepted the order for the shortbread, so they happily ate the taro mille-feuille cake in their hands. "This cake is really too good!"
This is definitely the best way he's ever cooked taro.
However, just then, an unexpected, childlike voice rang out...
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