Start of the famine: Take the crazy batch of sisters to farm and make a fortune

Chapter 261 Mille Crepe Cake
The women had their own places to go, and Ding Lao Wu also had a goal, so he deposited the livestock, and the crowd dispersed. Not long after, Ding Xuewei came to Bazhen Building.

Shopkeeper Wu was not there when he entered, so Ding Xuewei went directly to the back kitchen, and helped bring food and drink in the kitchen for more than half an hour before Shopkeeper Wu came late.

"Why are you here?"

Before the person entered the door, the words came out. When Ding Xuewei turned around, he continued: "How is it?"

These words were nonsensical, but Ding Xuewei understood it as soon as he heard them.

He asked about corn.

"Awful!"

"The previous wind and rain flattened the crops, and before they stood up, there was another drizzle. It was hard to fix them with light rain, but there was another strong one yesterday! The corn lost almost half an acre There are a lot of rotten peppers, in order to reduce the loss, we picked the right green peppers and sold them!"

Hearing the word selling, shopkeeper Wu looked at the fresh vegetable shelf.

"I forgot to keep it for you guys." Ding Xuewei was a little embarrassed: "I'll get someone to bring you some later. It just so happens that the rain in the past two days has made the sweet potato tips grow, so I'll pick some at that time."

"I'll send someone to go with you later." Shopkeeper Wu couldn't wait any longer: "The peppers I brought last time were given to a few people, and someone happened to speak today."

"... Didn't that affect you?" Ding Xue was slightly annoyed.

Shopkeeper Wu waved his hand: "No, I was given by someone."

He didn't take it seriously, so Ding Xuewei didn't worry about it.

"Is there any news?"

"No. I've picked people over there in the garden, so you don't have to worry about it."

"...Do you want to prepare cloth, bedding and food?"

"It has been arranged for someone to do it."

Ding Xuewei inexplicably felt that being the master was boring.

"Go back and uncle will give me the bill."

"Let's talk later."

"Those laborers?" Two consecutive rains have raised the groundwater level a lot, and the reservoir doesn't know whether to continue digging.

She still wanted to open land earlier.

Ding Xuewei's thoughts are very clear to Shopkeeper Wu, but unfortunately, the result he inquired about was to continue.

"I guess it won't be long before the corvée returns."

"How long?" Ding Xue asked slightly.

This is not an embarrassment to shopkeeper Wu, he won't mention it if he doesn't know it.

Sure enough, shopkeeper Wu roughly gave the number.

"At most the middle of next month."

Ding Xue blinked slightly, wanting more than that.

After staring at her for a few seconds, shopkeeper Wu dragged her out of the kitchen.

"The news came two days ago that the new canal has been filled with water. If the rain continues, people will come back soon. If they don't see each other for a few days, we will continue to widen the canal."

"The peak of Hong has already started?" Ding Xue became a little nervous, last year's peak of Hong was only a few days away.

Her face was so straightforward that shopkeeper Wu didn't have to think too much about it: "It's unlikely that something will happen this year. The canals dug and built by our side and Fuzhoufu's side are not narrow."

"What happened last year is unlikely to happen this year. Some people are already paying attention to it."

Don't worry about civil explosions, it's really comfortable.

With a restrained face, Ding Xuewei asked about the release of Linglong Pavilion's new clothes.

"It happened that the rain stopped that day, so it didn't matter." Shopkeeper Wu raised his eyebrows. "If the new clothes are released so intensively, the profit of Linglong Pavilion may surpass us."

"Then...do you want to give Aunt Zhang the blueprints I have accumulated?" Ding Xuewei was a little uncertain.

"Send it, no, I'll let her get it later." Shopkeeper Wu was almost impatient: "I'll arrange someone to notify her right away."

"Forget it, I'm leaving now. I'll give it to her later. It depends on the situation of the peppers. I have to go to the city in two days!"

Although Shopkeeper Wu felt that what was in his hands was safe, but seeing Ding Xuewei's face, he didn't insist.

"Bring you some pastries."

"I don't want it this time, I got the land last time, give it to me!"

No matter how delicious something is, there is always a time when you get tired of it.

Turning his eyes, Ding Xuewei suddenly had an idea: "You arrange someone first, and I'll talk to Uncle Yang."

What else can the master say when looking for dim sum? Naturally, there is only new dim sum.

Shopkeeper Wu joyfully pushed him into the kitchen.

"Uncle Yang~"

In the entire kitchen, no one dislikes her voice, and it's not a good thing to call someone so sticky.

"Just talk." Master Yang narrowed his eyes and squeezed his sleeves.

This time Ding Xuewei didn't stop talking, his eyes fell on the operating table for a moment, and he directed Master Yang's barbecue while beating eggs and mixing noodles.

The crispy biscuits, soft cakes, and crispy and salty multigrain rice crackers all come from the newly built oven next to the wall. There are hundreds of plates in size. On the operating table in front of you, icing sugar, mashed taro bean paste, candied dried fruit, and everything that is common in this world are neatly placed.

I picked two discs of the same size, and spread out a thin layer of batter after the temperature rose in the oven. When all the batter was used up, the peach candied jam cooked on the side was also finished.

It may be that the temperature in the oven is too high, or it may be that Ding Xuewei's batter has not been adjusted properly. In short, the skin is not very successful, not so soft, but the quality is not good enough. When the layers were completed, Master Yang, who had been making dim sum all his life, was satisfied.

"The egg is so high, so let's call it a cake!" Ding Xuewei said nonsense seriously, and the movement of cutting the layer of taro paste was so natural.

Master Yang listened to her familiar recipe, and glanced at one side of the cupboard: "Eggs are used, and they are so high. Will they be called cakes in the future?"

Ding Xue, who was about to hand him the triangular cake in her hand, was taken aback for a moment, then nodded with a smile on her lips.

"Uncle Yang is wise."

Master Yang was speechless.

Ding Xuewei signaled him to try it first: "Doesn't the bean paste, yam paste, and sweet jujube stuffed fruit all be called fruit, and this kind of almost recipe can be called cake. This one, layer by layer, is more direct, yam paste thousand Layer cake, that one with peach jam, peach millefeuille."

Master Yang put the cake into his mouth, so there was no time to argue with her about the name.

When Ding Xue whimpered slightly, Master Yang expressed his thoughts solemnly: "The taro paste is silky and dense, and the crust is soft and sweet, similar to but completely different from fruit."

"...It's all made of flour and sugar, the gap can be different, but the style is more novel!" Without milk, this cake really can't raise the grade.

Eating imported, there is no special feature except the original taste of mashed taro!
After only one bite, Ding Xuewei didn't really want to eat another bite, but after doing everything, he had to try the peach sauce.

Compared with taro puree, peach sauce is more palatable, it can be sold, but not many people like it!

"Looking back, I'm thinking about it!"

In this kitchen, she has a lot of temporary failures, and every time, her dissatisfaction will become a blow to others.

No one else can think of her idea!

Being touched by her, the inspiration is as unstoppable as Hong Tao!

"I mix and match more, and I always make this thousand-layer cake perfect."

Complicated eyes fell on Master Yang for a few seconds, but Ding Xuewei didn't say what the problem was: "Then Uncle Yang thinks slowly, I have to go."

"There are a lot of cakes baked today, I'll make some for you."

Ding Xuewei didn't want it at first, but she thought about Aunt Bai and the others and nodded.

As I said before, if there are many people in the village who come to help sell peppers, there is no need for her to remind, Master Yang will pack enough.

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(End of this chapter)