As the sun sets, the sign lights of Guifangzhai have already lit up.
In the back kitchen, Li Guifang, Zhao Xiaomian and Huang Xiuying sat around a small square table on which were placed several plates of "trophies" - some were as black as charcoal, some were collapsed into a ball, and some were hard enough to crack walnuts.
"Come, let's try them one by one and summarize our experience." Li Guifang rolled up her sleeves that were covered in flour and picked up the chopsticks seriously.
Zhao Xiaomian poked the darkest piece, and with a "crack", the crust shattered into pieces.
She said with a bitter face: "Aunt Li, this is overcooked and has turned into charcoal."
Huang Xiuying broke open the collapsed pancake, and the petal paste inside flowed out like a paste. "The filling is too wet," she shook her head. "The petals weren't squeezed dry after blanching."
Li Guifang frowned and wrote down in her notebook: "First, control the heat. Second, the filling can't be too wet..."
"Wait!" Zhao Xiaomian suddenly pointed at the hardest pancake. "This one might taste bad, but at least it's in perfect shape!" She took a bite with great effort and immediately regretted it. "It's just that my teeth almost broke..."
The three of them looked at each other and suddenly burst out laughing. Huang Xiuying wiped her tears and said, "Guifang, you are not making flower cakes, you are clearly inventing something!"
Li Guifang wasn't annoyed. Instead, her eyes lit up: "Did you notice? Although we all failed, the reasons for each failure were different!"
She slammed the table excitedly, "This shows we're getting closer and closer to success!"
Zhao Xiaomian counted the "trophies" on the table and found that there were seven different kinds of failures.
"Aunt Li, shall we continue tomorrow?"
"Of course!" Li Guifang stood up with high morale.
"Tomorrow I'll try a different method and marinate the petals in sugar overnight!"
Outside the window, the last ray of sunset shines on the pear tree, and the petals sway gently in the evening breeze, as if looking forward to tomorrow's "battle".
When clearing the table, Huang Xiuying secretly hid the most unpalatable pancake - her old man had recently complained that the food she cooked was too bland, so this was the perfect way to appease him.
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