"Sister, sister, it's delicious, better than anything I've eaten before."
"If you like it, then all of this is yours. I'll put it away for you to eat slowly."
After getting her answer, Fang Zhilin smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed.
"Sister, next time, it won't be like this and it won't turn black."
Fang Zhiyi heard him say this, smiled and said:
"I can't guarantee it either. This is my first time doing this, but it will definitely be better than this time. After all, we've already done it once."
"We'll make it better and better each time, so we'll definitely succeed. When we make the best pot, we'll take it out and send it to Uncle, okay?"
"The rest that don't look good, you can keep them at home for yourself, or you can share them with your friends. What do you think of this?"
When Fang Zhilin heard her words, he stuffed mooncakes into his mouth and said incoherently:
"I think it's a good idea. I'll also give him the pot."
"Yes, yes, no matter who you forget, you will never forget him. They all have it. Wait until we make a few more pots, and they will all have it."
Although he didn't mention anyone by name, Fang Zhiyi knew who he was talking about.
I don’t know how many times the two of them met, but why Fang Zhilin liked him so much that he still remembers him until now, and even remembers to send him a copy of the things sent by his family.
He didn't reject him at all. After all, many people would think that he was here to steal their property. But he didn't reject him at all. Instead, he liked him very much.
Fang Zhiyi secretly wondered if this meant that he felt safer and no longer afraid of being snatched away by others.
That's why I keep mentioning the good things he has and thinking about him.
I didn't say his name once, but he didn't forget to remind me. I really don't know if he is my brother or his brother.
If I think about it, once they are together, will I still have any status in Fang Zhilin's heart?
This person hasn't done anything yet, but he has won his brother's heart. It's really infuriating.
Now that the first pot is out of the pot, although it is a bit mushy, it is considered a success. There is no need to give it to others, so I can only keep it at home and eat it myself.
This is good. I can also give it to Fang Zhilin as a snack, so I don’t have to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy it. I can also eat it as breakfast in the morning.
Children of this generation are not as picky about food as they were back then. Back then, if you took out five-nut mooncakes, no child would like them.
Five-nut mooncakes are a type of mooncake that is disliked by many young people, but this era is different.
There was a shortage of supplies and there was nothing good to eat. Five-nut mooncakes were considered a very good thing for them. After all, even in modern times, the raw materials inside were very good.
It’s just that in modern times, people have become more picky about taste, and all kinds of new and novel things are emerging one after another, so people gradually dislike five-nut mooncakes.
But this era is different. Everyone likes food, and it is rare to find someone who is picky about food, unless they are really spoiled at home.
It's full of oil, salt, and sugar, and who can say it's not delicious? It also has so many sesame seeds, peanuts, and nuts.
Even the picky eaters and the spoiled ones would not say that the food here is not tasty. After all, the food here is hard-earned for them.
As a person from the modern era, Fang Zhiyi also has the common problems of modern people. He doesn't like five-nut mooncakes, thinking they are too sweet and the taste is not good.
So those mooncakes had to be left to Fang Zhilin to deal with. Even if he ate them, he would only eat one or two, and she only liked to eat the edges of the mooncakes.
Seeing that he liked it so much, Fang Zhiyi was also happy. Firstly, these mooncakes would not be wasted, and secondly, as long as he liked to eat them, it was good enough.
In fact, it’s like this. If you give it to your neighbors with some minor flaws, they won’t mind.
Just like the defective cloth, they are all precious things. Why does it matter whether they are damaged or not? Anyway, the taste doesn’t change much when you eat them, and people are not that picky.
But Fang Zhiyi still wanted to give him dignity, because he might be her future husband or her uncle.
Of course she had to give them the best. If she didn't do well for them, she would be unhappy.
"Okay, let's make the second pot. Do you want to make it with your sister? Do you want to go eat mooncakes on the side, or do you want to make it together?"
"If this pot is successful, I'll give it to my uncle. Do you want him to know that you made the mooncakes yourself?"
Fang Zhilin jumped up anxiously, raised his hands and said:
"I want to make mooncakes for my uncle and for my two older brothers. Sister, you must give them to them."
"Sister, do you think my uncle will be happy if he knows about my mooncakes? Uncle, do you still remember me? I haven't seen him for a long time. When will he come back?"
Fang Zhiyi heard him say this, pretending to think, and after a while, he said:
"Of course I will remember you. After all, you are so cute here. How could my uncle forget you?"
"But as a soldier, my uncle is here to protect our country, so he can't come to see you often. But he said he will come back to see you as soon as he has a vacation."
"He will definitely not forget you, so don't worry. If you miss him, why don't you write him a letter yourself later?"
"When the time comes, your uncle will be very happy to see how great you are."
"Okay, if there are any characters I don't know, please help me write them."
Fang Zhilin has been learning calligraphy from Fang Zhiyi these days. Although there are still many things he doesn't know, he already knows a lot of characters.
I can write some short sentences now, so writing a letter is not too difficult. At least there are not many words I don’t know.
After all, if we let him write, we know what he will write about. It must be something that happened in real life. So, Fang Zhiyi has handed over those things, and he will definitely write about them.
"Oh, then you write one and I write another. If you don't know how to write one, you can draw a pattern for him. My uncle is so smart that he will know what you are writing as soon as he sees the pattern you draw."
"good."
After getting his sister's assurance, Fang Zhilin began to do his work seriously.
One pot couldn’t hold much, so the two of them worked together and quickly made the second batch. After it was done, they quickly put it in the oven.
This is the second pot of five-nut soup. Fang Zhiyi plans to make five pots and give one to each of them. After all, it is better to give five-nut soup to neighbors.
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