Chapter 165 Chrysanthemum Crisp
Wen Zhenyi took out a frying pan, brushed a layer of oil on it, poured the purple sweet potato batter into the pan and fried it into pancakes.
Shen Hanxing fried the egg batter in another pan and fried it into pancakes in the same way.
Then stack the two pieces of dough together and roll them into a roll.
A Xiang is very good at cutting bamboo sticks and he cut them one by one.
"Axiang, help me peel some very thin cucumber slices."
Axiang put the bamboo sticks aside, took out the washed cucumber and cut it into very thin slices.
Wen Zhenyi cut the rolled egg rolls into egg rolls of uniform size.
She folded the cucumber slices and inserted them on bamboo sticks to make a beautiful base. She then inserted the egg rolls on the bamboo sticks to make a beautiful two-color lollipop.
"It's pretty good." Shen Hanxing looked at the two-color lollipop in his hand.
"Try it." Wen Zhenyi asked Axiang to take the remaining ones out and share them with everyone.
Old Man Ma looked at the beautiful lollipop egg rolls and was reluctant to eat them: "This girl, Yi Yi, makes things so good that I can't bear to eat them."
Old Man Wen smiled and nodded: "Fortunately, we are not in town now, otherwise I would have gained weight."
Several people laughed when they heard it.
Everyone ate a lot of pastries in the afternoon and didn’t want to eat any more, so they just skipped this meal.
There were no extra rooms in the shop, so Old Lady Ma and her family returned to the village to live, and drove their carriage here every day at noon.
After dinner, everyone took the ox cart back to the village and came back again tomorrow.
Shen Xiucai, Shen Hanxing and the others have all left.
Today, Wen Yongnan and his brother took a day off. This is Wen Zhenyi's first birthday after he recovered, so everyone in the family attaches great importance to it.
They can't come tomorrow because they have to make up for the lessons they missed today in the private school.
However, Wen Zhenyi still brought them some chrysanthemum cakes and asked them to take them to share with their classmates and friends.
Shen Xiucai and Shen Hanxing also took some back to give to the teacher in the private school.
The yard became quiet again. Everyone helped to make the rice milk for tomorrow.
Wen Zhenyi sat in the bathtub, raised his hand to look at the bracelet on his hand, and a smile appeared on his face.
When she came out drying her hair, she saw Ma Yinghe sitting in the yard: "Mom, why didn't you go to rest?"
"Wait for you."
Wen Zhenyi walked over to her and sat down: "What's the matter?"
Ma Yinghe took the towel from her hand and gently wiped her hair: "Yiyi, what do you think of Han Xing?"
"He's quite good. He's good-looking, has a good personality, and is well-educated."
"What if I arrange for you two to be engaged?"
Wen Zhenyi was stunned and turned to look at her: "Mom, are you kidding?"
Ma Yinghe was a little undecided seeing her expression, not knowing whether she liked it or not: "Yiyi, if you don't want to, just pretend your mother never said anything."
"It's not that I don't want to, but I'm too young now and don't want to get married so early."
"I thought you didn't like him."
"I can't say whether I like him or not, I just think he is a good choice if I were to choose a husband." Wen Zhenyi had a strange feeling about Shen Hanxing, like an old friend of many years.
It was like the existence of a telepathic connection. She herself didn't know if she liked this feeling, but if she was told that one day she would marry a stranger.
Then she would definitely choose someone she was familiar with, and Shen Hanxing was a good choice.
Ma Yinghe combed her long hair with a comb: "Don't worry now, wait until you are fifteen."
Wen Zhenyi thought of a question. Chen Hanxing seemed to be sixteen years old. According to the local customs, she should be of marriageable age.
If he married someone else, who would teach him to read? Who would he ask to help him draw things? It seemed like he had helped him with many things.
Without his help, who would I turn to?
Thinking that he will give his tenderness to someone else in the future, I feel inexplicably irritated.
"Will he wait till I'm fifteen?"
"We hope that you are together because you truly like each other."
Wen Zhenyi turned to look at Ma Yinghe: "Mom, did you marry Dad because you loved him?"
Ma Yinghe smiled and nodded: "Yes, so mother also likes you because she married him because she likes him."
"I'll seriously consider it."
"Don't worry, there's still a year left."
"good."
"Don't sit in the yard for too long. Go back to bed early."
Wen Zhen nodded in agreement. The little ferret woke up, jumped out of the window, ran into her arms and rolled around.
She looked down at the little guy in her arms: "You slept all day today. Even when Xiaoman and the others came to play with you, you didn't wake up."
The little ferret rubbed her palm and giggled.
Wen Zhenyi knew that this was the sound it made when it was in a good mood. She carried the little ferret to the kitchen and brought it some dried meat, which was specially made for it: "Eat it."
The little ferret took a bite of a piece and started eating it while holding it in his arms.
Wen Zhenyi touched its soft and smooth fur and said, "I don't think I've given you a name yet. What should I call you?"
Looking at its snow-white body and soft body, she said, "Can I call you Cream?"
The little ferret seemed to like the name and licked the palm of her hand.
"You'll be creamy from now on."
Wen Zhenyi looked at Naiyou and thought about what Ma Yinghe had said to her in the evening. The more she thought about it, the more irritated she felt. She scratched her hair and shook off the unpleasant emotion.
Cream was full and satiated, so he yawned and began to feel sleepy again. He snuggled back into her arms, curled up, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Wen Zhenyi carried it back to the room and let it sleep next to his pillow, where he had made a small nest for it.
This was sewn by Zhu Tao, using some scraps of cloth and stuffing some cotton inside, so it is very soft.
Cream likes this little nest very much and sleeps in it every day.
Zhu Tao also plans to make a small quilt for it.
Wen Zhenyi touched Xiao Shuangyou's smooth fur and didn't even realize when he fell asleep.
When I woke up, I found that it was rare for me to get up late.
She looked at Cream who was still sleeping soundly and rubbed its head helplessly.
Cream raised his eyes and looked at her, yawned loudly and continued to sleep.
Wen Zhen got up, changed his clothes, washed up and went out. He didn't have time to exercise today.
As soon as she walked out of the room, she heard a knock on the door in the backyard.
I went to open the door and saw several aunts and their husbands coming: "Uncle You, why are you all here?"
"We happened to be in town doing some temporary work, so we decided to drop them off."
"If you don't go back at noon, come to the store for dinner."
"No, no, we all brought our own food. Your aunt and the others made braised beef, it tastes so good." As he said this, he showed her the lunch bags in their hands.
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Little knowledge: The rice bag was a container for rice in ancient times.
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