I'm in a maid of honor

Chapter 106 Father-in-law He Wants
An Shan is almost in good health, and he is really bored in the house all day long.

The work that I had done for most of my life suddenly stopped, and I felt uncomfortable all over.

He wanted to do something, but just as soon as he had the intention, he was snatched away by the guys next to him or in the yard.

It's a beautiful name, "You are the old lady in this courtyard. How can your ancestors do such rough work? If the master knows it, he will punish us as servants to death."

An Shan also understands the helplessness of being a servant. Although this is a good family, he can't lose his duty as a servant, so let it go, and can't make things difficult for him.

But looking at the sunrise and sunset in a daze every day is not a problem after all. I have to say that I am a little envious of my son's current appearance.

No matter what I do, I can't be an idler at home, and besides, I'm not an old man lying on the bedside with snowy temples, so how could I waste my blessing so quickly and let the two little ones take care of me.

So these days I have been thinking about what to do for this family and thinking about what I am good at.

The age is also a bit old, it would be shameful to learn from scratch like my son.

So I can only start with what I am good at. I had some accomplishments in pastry and desserts when I was young, but I don't know if I can pick up this skill again after so long.

But anyway, you have to try anyway.

Thinking of doing what he said, after Mu Sheng left, An Shan sent Yue Shi by his side to buy some glutinous rice flour, honey, white sugar, shell and dried fruit molds and other raw materials.

After I bought it, I couldn't wait to try it in the kitchen.

Seeing his father in such a big fight, Wu Chen was so excited that he temporarily put down his work and accompanied his father in the kitchen.

What Wu Chen held in his hand was the old account book from his wife's restaurant, which was the previous account book, and Mu Sheng specially brought it back to Wu Chen to familiarize himself with.

When there is no problem in the future, the matter of paying and checking the accounts can be handed over to my little husband. The task is huge and cannot be missed.

The restaurant is managed by Qiaoqian, and Mu Sheng is assured of one hundred and ten thousand for him, but this rest assured, the accounts must be checked, and the rules cannot be broken.

Wuchen looked at his father's rough and callused hands and felt a little touched.

But although these hands are not good-looking, they are quite neat and beautiful when they work.

Sieve into the steaming sieve and press a row of cakes to be ready immediately. Some of them need to be steamed, and the steamed ones are crystal clear and beautiful.

An Shan signaled Wu Chen to try it, and Wu Chen twisted a piece of dried red dates into his mouth, it was sweet but not greasy, exuding a strong jujube aroma, it was delicious.

This taste is even more delicious than the pastries brought back by the wife from the best pastry shop outside.

The pastries outside are mainly sweet, so they must be served with tea, otherwise you will get tired of eating too much.

Of course, it may be because I usually eat too much because I feel sweet and greasy when I see the pastries brought back by my wife.

But the sweetness of the pastry made by my father is just right.

Wuchen used the newly learned vocabulary and idioms without hesitation to praise his father.

This made An Shan feel a little embarrassed, as he got older, his skin became thinner and thinner.

"Where is Wuchen talking, I just think that the honey, white sugar and sweet catalpa added to the various cakes you usually bring back are too much, and instead lose the flavor of the protagonist inside."

"Besides, some of the people who buy pastries and snacks hold a cup of tea and eat a piece of cake for an hour or two. They are just used as snacks, and a piece of pastry is just a few bites."

Wu Chen nodded thoughtfully, thinking that what his father said was true because he had seen more of the world.

In one morning, more than ten sizes of fruits were produced, with various flavors.

I made some dried fruit, floral, candied fruit, and red beans and mung beans.

Wuchen watched his father make so many pastries, and some didn't know what to do. The ones bought by the wife-head of the family had already piled up into a hill, and now his father made another hill.

A few days ago, he only packed a dozen or twenty packets as snacks for the children in the neighborhood. He even sent someone to send some to the children near the fenced yard.

But seeing his father being happy once in a while, how could he stop him, so he had no choice but to smile helplessly and accompany his father to continue doing it.

But An Shan tidied up a bit and didn't continue, and expressed his thoughts and Wuchen.

He wanted his son to talk to Mu Sheng first.

"Wuchen, what do you think of this pastry?"

Wuchen replied very seriously, "It's excellent. The pastries made by my father are sweet but not greasy. They are delicate and melt in the mouth. They are soft and glutinous, crystal clear, delicious and not sticky. They are even more delicious than those sold outside."

With his son's affirmation, An Shan felt more at ease.

"My father is still so young. It's unreasonable to rely solely on Mu Sheng at home. I always feel that I should do something for you young people. When I went back to the restaurant, I found that the restaurant also serves pastries. Do you think these pastries can help Mu Sheng?"

Wu Chen was a little touched, it turned out that the reason why his father had been busy for so long in the morning was because he wanted to help his wife.

Nodding heavily, "It's definitely possible, tell the wife-owner when she comes back at noon, and I can blow the wind by the pillow at night."

An Shan coughed up old phlegm twice when he heard his son's words, "Father knows that you and your husband and wife have a good relationship, just blow the pillow breeze and put it in your heart silently, and it will make people jealous if you say it."

After speaking, he took a small plate and took all kinds of pastries, packed them up and took them to the yard to taste with that child of Chairman Mao.

That kid loves sweets, so he took whatever delicious food he got in An Shan's house and ate it with Mao Zedong.

In fact, there are some in Anshan's house, but Mao Zedong may not have them. People like Mu Sheng will definitely not buy only one copy.

But Wuchen also thinks so, if he has any snacks, he will definitely take them to eat with Aze.

so!One for Anshan, one for Mao Zedong, one for Wuchen, one for Mao Zedong, and another for Mao Zedong himself. One person can have three.

Chairman Mao enjoys eating every day, and every day someone comes to eat with him with cakes and tea.

But it is also envied by others. A man who eats so many sweet mouths every day and can still cook two bowls of rice does not see any growth.

Such a tall and slim man is very chic.

When Mu Sheng came back at noon, he was mysteriously dragged into the kitchen by Wu Chen before he even had dinner at the table.

Various pastries were placed in the kitchen, and Wuchen couldn't wait to pick them up for his wife to try.

Although Mu Sheng doesn't really like to eat desserts before meals, Wuchen is an exception when he personally feeds them.

At the entrance of dim sum, Mu Sheng's eyes lit up with surprise on his face, "Is this made by Wuchen?".

Wuchen was very satisfied to see the surprise reaction of the wife-master, and said truthfully, "Father made it, does the wife-master think it's delicious?".

"Delicious! It's delicious."Mu Sheng quickly answered.

Then there was a series of flattery, the flattery was a bit long, and it was still steaming.

(End of this chapter)