Fang Rong put the things in his arms to cover his face. He was also carrying two large bags of things in his hands, which he folded up to cover his face so that no one could see them, since it would be a bit embarrassing.
"Fang Rong is shy." Fang Hua laughed.
"You're the one who's shy." Fang Rong absolutely refused to admit it.
The two bickered and joked their way home quickly. It was still daytime, and the old man was still awake. Fang Rong told him about celebrating Fang Hua's birthday early, and the old man was pleasantly surprised. "That's great! I won't miss it either."
He suddenly exclaimed, "Oh dear, I forgot to prepare a gift!"
"What else do you need to prepare? We've already prepared everything." He had prepared all the ingredients for the dishes and cakes to be made, and the old man had everything he needed, including an oven and a steamer.
"Wait here, I'll go cook."
Fang Hua immediately followed behind him, saying, "I'll go help."
"What can you do to help?" Fang Rong glared at him. "Just sit and wait."
“I can wash the vegetables,” Fang Hua said, raising her hand.
"I can wash it myself." Fang Rong was unwilling. This guy was a kitchen disaster; he should just stay out of trouble, not help.
"Should I go help?" the old man asked eagerly.
Fang Rong paused for a moment, then said, "No need. Why don't you let Fang Hua help me? The old man can just sit and wait."
The old man is the employer after all; it wouldn't be right to ask him for help.
"That works too." The old man nodded.
Fang Rong sighed. The old man always favored Fang Hua and would help him with anything he wanted to do.
Fang Hua got her wish and happily followed behind him.
"How do you cut this, Fang Rong?" Considering that he almost ruined the kitchen while cooking, this guy asked him about everything.
"The scallions should be sliced diagonally." Fang Rong glanced at them briefly.
He's busy right now, stewing, steaming, and stir-frying, and there's a cake baking in the oven.
Fortunately, his special ability allows him to do three or four things at once, doing the work of several people simultaneously, which is something most people can't do.
Of course, it's also to save time, since there's someone else waiting outside.
Fang Rong prepared five dishes, a soup, two cold dishes, two steamed dishes, and a dish called "Treasure in the Palm," which was made with the meat from the center of a chicken foot. This ingredient was hard to find, and it took a lot of effort to buy it.
There's also rice cake crab, salt and pepper shrimp, and grilled squid, which is cooked in a frying pan.
The last one is vegetables, chrysanthemum greens with tofu. This is a dish that the old man really likes to eat. Because it has a slightly peculiar smell, it is not widely available and is almost extinct. The price is also high.
The two cold dishes were boiled mutton and pig's ears, both of which he made himself. The soup was naturally pork rib soup. The steamed dishes were steamed pork with rice flour and cured pork with tea tree mushrooms, which were basically Fang Hua's favorites. Since it was his birthday, he made a little extra.
"You guys eat first, I'll get the cake ready." The cake was fresh out of the oven and still warm; it needs to cool down a bit before you can coat it with cream, otherwise the cream inside will dry out.
Fang Rong took the opportunity to stir the cream and waited for the cake to reach a normal temperature. Fortunately, Fang Hua would occasionally pick up a shrimp or a chicken to feed him, so he wouldn't be lonely while waiting.
He covered the cake surface with cake batter. Since it was for his own consumption, he didn't pay much attention to the appearance, and it turned out a bit ugly, with a bare top.
Fang Rong pondered for a moment and wrote a few words on it: "Happy Birthday Fang Hua." She also added two flowers, making it barely presentable.
Fang Hua loves sweets the most, and she can't help but eat the cake as soon as it's made.
Fang Rong kicked him, "Cake is dessert after a meal, what kind of talk is this?"
The old man looked at Fang Rong with a smile, "I suddenly have a craving for dessert too."
"..." Fang Rong sighed, "I'll go get it."
Grandpa, do you know you're spoiling Fang Hua by indulging him like this?
The old man had no idea that this was his only source of amusement, and he was about to lose it, so he had to make sure he was satisfied with it.
Fang Rong brought out the cake. The cake was originally supposed to be served last, but this time it was served much earlier. Now they started to put on the candles and make wishes.
"What wish did Fang Hua make?" the old man couldn't help but ask.
Fang Hua closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, "I hope Fang Rong can't do anything right, that everything she tries will fail, and that in the end she can only obediently lie in my arms."
Bang!
One of his chair legs fell off, but luckily he was prepared and didn't fall.
"Did I say something wrong?" Fang Hua asked innocently.
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