He is already over 500 years old, and he is not an ignorant child who needs to be taught.

After reading the memories he released, she also knew that he would not pose a threat to her and her family. Without the initial worries, getting along with them became natural, and everything in the future would just take its course.

She nodded slightly and responded, "Yeah."

The two stopped talking, she rolled out the dough while he filled it with stuffing and pressed it into mooncakes. The atmosphere was quiet, but they felt very comfortable and at ease, not awkward at all.

Not long after, Zhang Qi and Jiang Zhan came over.

Wang Yanmei came out of the house after hearing the noise to entertain the guests and continued rolling the dough.

Zhang Qi and Jiang Zhan had never made mooncakes before, but seeing Huo Fengyan making it so easily, they subconsciously thought that it shouldn't be difficult.

The steps to make mooncakes are also simple, and Xu Qingzhi taught it once.

Zhang Qi and Jiang Zhan said confidently that they had learned it, washed their hands and prepared to get to work.

Wrap the filling, sprinkle with flour, and press the mold...

moon cake?

"What the hell is this..." Zhang Qi muttered softly, frowning and looking to the side guiltily.

The mooncakes made by Mr. Huo are really beautiful, and Qingzhi’s are also good. Then I look at my own mooncakes, which don’t even look like mooncakes at all, and look shabby.

The first mooncake Jiang Zhan made wasn’t very good, until he saw the one made by Zhang Lu, he felt a little better.

As a result, the next second he heard an unbridled laugh.

"Hahaha, Qingzhi, look at the mooncakes made by Jiang Zhan, they are uglier than mine." Zhang Qi laughed so hard that his whole body trembled. Jiang Zhan: ...

His usually gentle and elegant face was slightly flushed, but because he was familiar with everyone, he spoke more relaxedly and retorted: "Obviously, the mooncakes you make are uglier than mine."

"Come and judge, who made the ugliest mooncake." Zhang Qi shouted and asked others to choose between the two.

Xu Qingzhi would not do such a thing as offending free labor, and only said: "It should taste delicious after being baked."

They only comment on the delicious taste and never mention the appearance of the mooncake.

Since she made the filling and the skin herself, the taste must be excellent.

Zhang Qi and Jiang Zhan didn't hear the hidden meaning for a moment, and thought Qing Zhi was treating them equally and was praising them for doing a good job.

Huo Fengyan was his superior after all, and Zhang Qi was a little intimidated by him, so he turned to Wang Yanmei for her opinion.

Wang Yanmei was a simple person, and could usually speak nicely, but when she saw those two pieces of unknown things, her eyes and tone could not hide the truth, so she smiled and said, "They are not very good. You should learn from Xiao Huo. Look at how beautiful the mooncakes he makes are."

Zhang Qi was hurt, "Auntie, this is my first time learning to make mooncakes, and I wanted to bake it for you first."

Wang Yanmei immediately refused when she heard this: "No, no, no, this first mooncake is of great significance, you should keep it for yourself and enjoy it, okay?"

Zhang Qi sighed, rubbed the lump, and humbly asked: "Qingzhi, can you teach me again, am I pressing it wrong?"

Xu Qingzhi took a look and said, "Well, you didn't press it firmly. Let me teach you."

Huo Fengyan pressed out another exquisite and small mooncake in his hand and put the mold aside. "Let me teach you."

Xu Qingzhi felt relaxed and happy, and continued to knead the stuffing while sitting there.

Zhang Qi's hand trembled, and Mr. Huo's hand had already covered it, holding his hand and correcting his movements.

A light pine-like fragrance wafts into the breath.

Zhang Qi was so nervous that he could hardly breathe.

After Huo Fengyan finished teaching, he asked in a gentle voice, "Have you learned it?"

Zhang Qi's scalp was tingling and he nodded blankly. He pressed out the mooncake again and it looked quite like a mooncake.

Jiang Zhan was still confused, "Brother Feng Yan, please teach me too."

Huo Fengyan went to teach Jiang Zhan again.

Xu Qingzhi was responsible for baking the pressed mooncakes, and while the baking process was going on, he would sit there and knead the filling.

Zhang Qi often talked about the interesting stories he heard from his lawyer friends when he was a lawyer, such as how the husband bought a house for his mistress and how the wife sued to get the house back...

Wang Yanmei listened with great interest.

Zhang Qi paused for a moment as he spoke, his mouth dry. Wang Yanmei was so anxious that she urged him, "Then what? What about her daughter and son? Who will they give them to?"

If this happened in the village activity square, Zhang Qi would probably attract a lot of female fans.

Xu Qingzhi was not very interested. She preferred to be in a daze. She didn’t feel tired after kneading the stuffing for a while, but her arms felt a little sore after a while.

She paused.

Huo Fengyan leaned slightly towards her and said softly, "If you are tired, take a rest. I will massage you."

"Okay." Xu Qingzhi handed over the work, went to wash his hands, poured two cups of honey water and brought them over.

Zhang Qi was talking until his mouth was dry, so he smiled and said, "Qingzhi, you understand me."

Xu Qingzhi smiled, and went to get two more cups for Jiang Zhan and Huo Fengyan. Finally, he poured himself a cup, added some honey, and picked up a spoonful of rose jam from the separate jar next to it.

The roses in the space are blooming particularly beautifully. She processed some roses last night, and the filling is probably enough to make hundreds of mooncakes. She only made a few jars of rose jam, took out one jar, and left a few jars in the warehouse.

In this way, there are still many roses in the space.

Last time she bought too many flower seeds and scattered a lot of them in the spiritual space. The rest were all scattered on the roadside along the back mountain some time ago.

The last time she went to see it, perhaps because of the spiritual energy array, many of the fast-growing flowers had begun to form buds. By the National Day in a while, the flowers will probably bloom in more and brighter colors.

Xu Qingzhi tasted the rose tea. The aroma of roses combined with the sweetness of honey not only tasted good, but the rose scent in his breath also made him feel comfortable.

One hundred mooncakes were finally baked before the sun set.

There are egg yolk lotus seed paste, lava custard, rose flower and five-nut fillings. I made thirty of each of the first three, but only ten of the five-nut fillings.

There is still a lot of flour and filling.

Wang Yanmei thought it was a waste and asked, "How about we continue to do it in the evening?"

Zhang Qiba had to make more. If he made more, he would have the nerve to ask for two more. His wife would definitely love such delicious mooncakes.

"Okay."

Wang Yanmei looked at the large amount of flour and said, "How about we make dumplings tonight? I haven't had dumplings for a long time."

"Sure." Zhang Qi said flatteringly, "I love dumplings the most."

So, in order to have dinner, making mooncakes was temporarily changed to making dumplings.

Wang Yanmei went to the fields to pick some onions to chop into stuffing.

The other four people began to pack the cooled mooncakes into boxes.

In addition to individual mooncake packaging, Xu Qingzhi also customized a gift box, which is a minimalist paper pulp-colored gift box. It is a square paper box with two rows and two columns, and can hold four mooncakes. It looks small and exquisite. The outside of the paper box is the usual "Fuwang Farm" logo and ink-colored lotus pattern.

"The packaging is quite unique. It would be very polite even if you were to give it to someone as a gift." Zhang Qi said.

Xu Qingzhi went out and made a phone call, contacting the courier in advance to pick up the package tomorrow.

Xu Fuqiang came back with Wang Yanmei, who was picking shallots. It was quick to chop the dumpling filling. Xu Qingzhi rolled the dough for a while, and then Huo Fengyan took over.

A lot of dumpling skins have been rolled out, and the dumpling fillings have also been chopped.

Six people started making dumplings.

Zhang Qi only knew the simplest way to wrap dumplings, but he had never done it before and always broke the skin. So he simply looked around to see where he could learn from.

He looked left and right, and suddenly realized: "Hey, Qingzhi, you and Mr. Huo have the same method of making dumplings. Even the dumplings turn out the same way. They look really good."