"I don't know either!" Zhao Xiaoxue looked at the wedding cake that she had painted purple. "I'd better laminate it."
"Let me do it." Lu Mingfeng took the wedding cake from Jiang He's hand, lightly dipped it in the three colors of paint in front of him, and quickly painted a beautiful cluster of flowers in his hands.
"Mingfeng is good, isn't he?" Jiang He took the wedding cake that the other party had drawn, and even found that the one he drew was much better looking than his own.
"My grandfather is a painter. When I was a child, I often followed him to adjust paints. I am quite good at controlling colors." While Lu Mingfeng was talking, he drew another wedding cake and put it together, which instantly attracted the people around him, including Chunying's mother-in-law.
"The one Xiuxiang introduced is good. Jiang Zhizhi, your craftsmanship is amazing. If you ever move to a new city, you can open a store with your craftsmanship." The old lady looked at the wedding cakes in her hand and became more and more satisfied. Nowadays, whoever has a good wedding is considered the most impressive in the eyes of others.
When some elderly people saw the shape of the wedding cakes, they all praised them, saying, "This is better looking than the wedding cakes I attended at the State-owned Hotel before. Jiang Yuzhi's craftsmanship is really admirable. I'm afraid that the chefs who made budget snacks in the palace before can't compare with him."
"Auntie, stop flattering me. The most I can do is make the wedding cakes, but the color on them was painted by Lu Qizhi. You should thank him. You should thank him." Jiang Heke didn't dare to respond. The cakes he made were just based on the taste of the modern ones developed in the space. Even the shapes of the cakes were made with molds. If he were to compete with the pastry chefs at the state banquet, he would probably be completely defeated.
"Thank you, Lu Zhizhi." After hearing this, the others looked in the direction of Lu Mingfeng, and saw that he was painting on the wedding cakes with a pen dipped in paint. One after another, beautiful wedding cakes appeared before their eyes. The various colors of wedding cakes were really overwhelming.
In this way, the three of them worked together to make the 99 wedding cakes needed for the wedding. Jiang He was afraid that there would be defective products, so he made a dozen more.
The reason why 99 pieces are made is that it implies longevity. Although feudal superstition is not important nowadays, no one would think that there are too many good things. Therefore, after the 99 wedding cakes are made, they are steamed in the steamer. After Jiang He's precise timing, fortunately, all the cakes did not overturn. The extra dozen pieces are regarded as Jiang He's reward.
Don't mention money. Believe it or not, as soon as you collect the money, someone will report you. Don't say that the people there are simple and honest. There will always be a few people who are jealous of you.
Seeing that there was still some extra flour, he made another pot of butterfly cakes as requested by the other party. To be honest, it was his first time using a big pot stove, and he was really afraid that he would mess it up.
Although it didn’t taste as good as the one made in the oven, it tasted pretty good in my mouth. It was a 1.5 version of “Mingfeng, try one too. It’s pretty delicious.”
Lu Mingfeng didn't take the butterfly cake on the table, but took the one in Jiang He's hand and took a bite, then looked at him and said, "Didn't you say that you would know what the other person was thinking as long as they hit you? What about now?"
"Why do you want to eat snacks that are stained with my saliva? Don't you think it's unhygienic?" Jiang He looked puzzled.
Lu Mingfeng: "..."
Jiang He took a look at the expression of the person in front of him and asked, "You seem a little unhappy?"
"Because I think it's really stupid for me to unilaterally guide a donkey."
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