Chapter 219： Crispy milk cake (please vote for me)

When Ying Bao heard this, he couldn't help but take a look at the fat shopkeeper Qiu.

He has a round, chubby face with a mustache, and his eyes are narrowed into the shape of a Buddha. He has a kind face, but he is a shrewd person, and he actually caught his eye on his eldest cousin at a glance.

However, the eldest cousin is indeed quite old. He will be eighteen after the Chinese New Year. If he doesn’t find a wife, he will probably die of anxiety.

She tugged on her cousin's sleeves and winked at him.

Seeing that his cousin ignored him, he had no choice but to ask shopkeeper Qiu, "Uncle Qiu, do you really mind if I go to your house to learn how to make pastries?"

Qiu Fugui said with a smile: "Young lady, I'm joking, my neighbors can also make dim sum, so what's the big deal?"

“Then I’ll go to your house and have a look.” Ying Bao smiled and said, “I’m just going to pay a visit to Aunt Qiu.”

The fact that he stole a teacher probably did not escape the sharp eyes of this lady, so it seemed not good to not say anything about it.

"Welcome." Qiu Fugui looked at Jiang Cheng eagerly again: "Brother Jiang, why don't we go together."

Jiang Cheng nodded helplessly and cupped his hands towards Qiu Fugui: "Then don't bother shopkeeper Qiu."

So Jiang Quan stayed behind to look after the house, while Jiang Cheng and his little cousin got on the donkey cart of shopkeeper Qiu and headed for Qiu's house.

On the way, Jiang Cheng bought a few packs of candied fruits and took them as gifts.

Shopkeeper Qiu didn't stop him. He looked at the young man with a smile the whole time. The more he looked at him, the more he liked him. He felt that he was as handsome and sensible as when he was young.

Arrived in front of Rongfuji Pastry Shop, Yingbao and her cousin got off the carriage.

Qiu Fugui happily led the brothers and sisters to the backyard, not forgetting to ask the boy in the shop to pick some snacks and send them to the backyard.

"Rong'er Ronger! We have guests, come and have some tea!" Qiu Fugui started calling before he even entered the main room.

“Here we come!” There was a clear response, and a girl in red, about fourteen or fifteen years old, lifted the curtain from the back room and came out.

At a glance, he saw a handsome young man in a plain robe standing in the yard. He was startled and quickly covered half of his face with his sleeves and quietly looked at the person.

Qiu Fugui smiled and said, "Rong'er, this is the shopkeeper of Jiangji Specialty Shop who has business dealings with our family. Why don't you come over quickly to see me as a gift?"

Qiu Rong then put down her sleeves and saluted Jiang Chengfu in a formal manner: "Wish you all the best, Shopkeeper Jiang."

Jiang Cheng resisted the urge to run away and reluctantly returned the greeting.

Qiu Fugui had been paying attention to Jiang Cheng's performance. Seeing that he didn't even look at his daughter, he felt both relieved and disappointed.

Does Mr. Jiang Xiaolang look down on his daughter?

It's impossible. Although his daughter is not a queen, she is still a pretty young lady. Why doesn't he even raise his eyelids?

Qiu Fugui had no choice but to introduce Ying Bao to his daughter: "This is shopkeeper Jiang's sister, her name is... Well, what is the little lady's name?"

“My name is Jiang Yingbao. Wish you all the best for Sister Rong.” Yingbao saluted Qiu Rong in a dignified manner.

Qiu Rong held her hand and said with a smile: "Sister Yingbao, please come into the house with me and sit down."

Qiu Fugui also grabbed Jiang Cheng and followed him into the house.

Not long after, the boy delivered an assorted box, which contained several kinds of pastries and fruits, as well as his family's most famous three-color bean paste cake.

This kind of bean paste cake is made of three-color fillings made of red bean paste, mung bean paste and chestnut flour. It is crispy on the outside and waxy on the inside. It is sweet and delicious and very delicious.

Qiu Rong brought tea, poured it for Jiang Cheng and Ying Bao herself, and then sat aside and talked to Ying Bao.

Qiu Fugui also pretended to chat with Jiang Cheng, making insinuations from time to time, and finally found out clearly about the situation of the Jiang family.

When he heard that the Jiang family was a farmer, all the children in the family had gone to school, and the third uncle of the Jiang family was still the village leader, Qiu Fugui was even more satisfied and wished he could find a matchmaker to talk to Jiang Cheng immediately.

To be able to serve as the leader of the village, the Jiang family must be a highly respected local family, and they are also second- or first-class farmers. When my daughter gets married, she will not only be rich and powerful, but at least she will not go hungry.

Soon Qiu Fugui's wife Qiu Auntie also came, holding a five or six-year-old boy in her hand.

"Oh, isn't this Shopkeeper Jiang? He's such a rare visitor." Aunt Qiu looks exactly like her husband, with a chubby body and a round face. When she smiles, her eyes narrow into crescents.

Jiang Cheng quickly stood up and saluted: "Aunt Qiu, I'm sorry to bother you."

"Why are you bothering me? As soon as you come to our house, please sit down quickly." Aunt Qiu turned her eyes from her daughter and Jiang Cheng, then saw Ying Bao, and smiled even more kindly: "This is not Ying Bao. My dear, come on, let me take a look."

Yingbao obediently bowed to her: "Wish you all the best, ma'am."

Aunt Qiu pulled her over and praised her: "Miss Yingbao is getting more and more beautiful, just like the little fairy boy in the painting. Oh, I wish you were my daughter."

She pulled her son beside her and said with a smile: "Together we will be the golden boy and beautiful girl under the constellation of longevity."

Ying Bao glanced at the golden boy who was snorting, and her eyelids twitched.

Golden Boy showed a big smile to her, sucked up the snot that was dragged to his mouth, and said, "Sister Yingbao."

"Golden boy..." To a little boy as big as herself, Yingbao really couldn't say the word brother.

That's right, this boy's name is Jintong, and he is the only son of his enemy. I saw him at the door of his shop last time. At that time, he was squatting under the tree at the door and poking ants with a small stick.

Qiu Fugui secretly winked at his wife and said, "Ying Bao wants to learn how to make our new pastries. You can take her to see it." This would also allow his daughter to be alone with Jiang Cheng.

Aunt Qiu understood and immediately took Yingbao and asked: "My family has a new pastry, do you want to go and have a look?"

Yingbao nodded immediately: "I'm going, thank you Aunt Qiu."

Not everyone can enter the kitchen of the enemy's pastry shop. The last time they came to discuss business with the enemy, Dani, Erni and Jiang Quan were not allowed to enter. Only I was allowed in by Aunt Qiu because of my young age, and watched for a long time. .

So Aunt Qiu took Ying Bao’s youngest son to the kitchen.

From a long way away, you can smell the sweet aroma emanating from the stove, which makes your mouth water.

Two or three women, about thirty or forty years old, were busy in the kitchen. They were all hired help from their enemies.

Aunt Qiu brought her to an aunt: "Sister-in-law Xue, teach Yingbao how to make crispy milk cake."

Sister-in-law Xue agreed, glanced at the little girl, and murmured in her heart.

Teaching such a young child how to make pastries, I don’t know if she can remember it.

But don’t worry about her, just let the boss teach you. It’s not that complicated.

Since you are teaching how to make pastries, you must start from scratch and not miss any step.

Aunt Xue took out a few big steamed buns and told Ying Bao: "Peel off the skin of the buns first, and then make the crispy crust later."

Ying Bao followed the instructions and went to wash her hands and peel the steamed buns with Aunt Xue.

After peeling off all the skins of several steamed buns, Aunt Xue cut them into dices, poured them into a clean iron pot, and fried them over low heat to dry them out and make them crispy.

Put these crispy steamed buns into pieces, place them in a baking tray to cool, then pour them onto the board, cover them with gauze, and crush them with a rolling pin.

The crushed steamed buns must be sifted through a dough sieve to remove the coarse ones and leave the fine ones for later use.

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