Yan Mo came to the clinic.
The country doctor found a bed for Yan Mo to lie down.
Bring over two small bottles of saline solution and hang them on the rack.
"So little?" Yan Mo was surprised.
Today is the third day of intravenous drip. In the first two days, I received four large bottles of saline solution, but today I only need two small bottles.
"Well, that big bottle of medicine, the doctor only gave you two days' supply."
so.
It was still early when Yan Mo returned to the old house after finishing the IV drip.
Considering that it was Yan Mo's first time learning and he had nothing else to do, they started doing it in advance.
When she arrived, Uncle Guan had already ground the flour.
Yan Mo found a small bowl, removed the green stems of the fresh osmanthus flowers he had picked that morning, leaving only the petals, and soaked them in salt water.
After taking them out, use oil-absorbing paper to absorb the moisture on the surface of the petals.
By the time Yan Mo finished doing all this, Aunt Wu had already cooked the rock sugar.
The rock sugar in the pot became sticky.
Aunt Wu: "Young Madam, please bring the osmanthus flowers in."
Yan Mo did as he was told.
After a few minutes, the fragrant and sweet osmanthus honey is ready.
Aunt Wu poured the osmanthus honey into the glass bottle.
Then.
Yan Mo and the others started making osmanthus cake again.
First, mix the rice and glutinous rice in the ratio of 2:1.
Add water and sugar, mix everything together, and knead into granules.
This step was more difficult. Yan Mo really watched Aunt Wu do it before she started, and she was successful in the end.
After Yan Mo was done, Aunt Wu found a clean white cloth.
Place the mold prepared early in the morning and pour the finished granular powder into the mold.
Steam for 20 minutes.
After taking it out of the pot.
Yan Mo followed Aunt Wu's instructions and poured the freshly made osmanthus honey on the osmanthus cake, then sprinkled it with the remaining fresh osmanthus flowers.
"It's done, it's quite simple!" Yan Mo patted the powder on his hands, looked at the soft rose-shaped osmanthus cake on the plate, and smiled like a child.
"The young mistress is clever and can learn quickly."
Yan Mo picked up a piece, broke it in half, and gave half to Aunt Wu:
"Auntie Wu, try it." Auntie Wu took it and tasted it.
"Not bad." Aunt Wu nodded: "Young Madam, go and give it to the young master to try."
"Yeah." Yan Mo, with a smile on his face, picked up the osmanthus cake and walked out of the house.
As I passed the threshold, I happened to run into Si Ze who was about to go into the kitchen to get some water.
"Mr. Si." Yan Mo called Si Ze and walked towards him with the osmanthus cake in his hand: "Try it."
Si Ze reached out and took a piece, then took a bite under Yan Mo's expectant eyes.
"How about it?"
Si Ze glanced at Yan Mo, shook his head and said, "It's just okay!"
Yan Mo rolled his eyes.
"Don't eat it." Yan Mo snatched the piece of osmanthus cake from his hand, put it back on the plate, picked it up and walked out, intending to let Uncle Guan have a taste as well.
It's cancer, too serious and incurable.
Still complaining? She hadn't done much, and there was no place for him.
Yan Mo didn't know.
At this moment, I felt like a rabbit whose tail was stepped on, and my fur stood up.
Si Ze looked at Yan Mo's receding back, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, felt a little puzzled, and turned around to get some water.
"Young master, that osmanthus cake was made by the young mistress." Aunt Wu was busy in the kitchen, watching the young couple playing around, with a smile on her face, and she gave a special reminder.
"She made it? It certainly doesn't taste as good as what you made, Aunt Wu."
Si Ze's words were sincere, but Yan Mo found them very irritating.
Seeing Yan Mo standing at the door with an empty plate, his face looked unhappy. Si Ze instinctively wanted to survive and quickly changed his words: "It tastes very good, better than the ones in the mall."
Si Ze was telling the truth. He felt that apart from the one made by Aunt Wu, the osmanthus cake made by Yan Mo was the best he had ever tasted.
After hearing what Si Ze said, Yan Mo's expression improved. He walked into the kitchen and put the empty plate in the sink.
She said lightly, "My sweet-scented osmanthus cake is indeed not very good. If there is a chance in the future, I can cook Western food quite well and I can make it for you to try."
See if he dares to say that her cooking skills are not good. During the years she went abroad, Yan Mo often worked part-time in foreign restaurants. She is also interested in this area and has talent.
Later she even attended a special training course.
When it comes to cooking Western food, she dares to say she is second to none and no one dares to say she is first. This is also one of her greatest confidences.
"good."
Si Ze just listened and didn't take it seriously.
After all this busy work, it was already past six in the evening.
Aunt Wu was almost done preparing dinner. When she was making the osmanthus cake, she didn't stop for a moment and took over to prepare dinner.
Yan Mo was packing the osmanthus cake he made in the kitchen.
Si Ze didn't know what he was busy with. He went out after getting the water and returned to the restaurant when dinner started.
He looked at the four dishes and one soup on the table.
Si Ze recalled the sweet-scented osmanthus cake he had just eaten. Although it was not so fragrant and smooth at first, the fragrance that filled his mouth after eating it was still fresh in his memory.
Didn't she make sweet-scented osmanthus cake? Why didn't she serve it?
Si Ze looked at the dishes on the table and asked in confusion, "Where's the osmanthus cake?"
After putting down the last dish, perhaps because it was a little hot, Yan Mo pinched his earlobes with both hands.
"Didn't you say it wasn't tasty? That's why I didn't leave any for you. I packed it up for Gong Ling and the others."
Si Ze was puzzled.
He didn't seem to have said it wasn't tasty! He just said it wasn't as good as Auntie Wu's. This woman holds a grudge.
"There's so much, she can't finish it!" Si Ze lowered his head sullenly and took a mouthful of rice, feeling a little unhappy and not leaving any for her.
"Mr. Si, do you want to eat?"
"No, I'm full." Si Ze answered stubbornly, put down the bowl, stood up and left.
Yan Mo suppressed his laughter. He was still stubborn.
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