Reborn Primitive Age

Chapter 366 Osmanthus Cake

Next to the small pavilion near the water is a small clear pond.

There are some aquatic plants planted in the pond, and their graceful waists are swaying in the breeze.

The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, blown by the wind, floated into Gongliang's nose again, and he couldn't help but look at the golden osmanthus.

The golden osmanthus is planted on the edge of the wall, about 20 meters high, three people embrace each other, the bark is rough, and it is a gray-brown color.

Although the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, the leaves of the golden osmanthus are still lush and green in the land of the Great Wilderness, where the seasons are not distinct.

The golden sweet-scented osmanthus is in full bloom among the green leaves, densely packed in clusters, just like the green leaves dotted with bits of gold, which looks extremely beautiful.Although it does not have the beauty of roses, the mystery of epiphyllum, the nobility of peony, and the elegance of lotus, it has a unique sweet fragrance that can bring people to a magical realm.

Gong Liang looked at it and asked, "Isn't this gold osmanthus brought from the east by Master?"

The old Confucian nodded, "I brought this from home when I came to the Great Wilderness. I didn't expect to be able to live, but I didn't expect not only to live, but also to look as majestic as this land. It's really one place that supports one person! If it were in my eastern land, it would never be possible for this tree to grow so tall and majestic."

"This sweet-scented osmanthus flower is also good. It can be used to make sweet-scented osmanthus wine, sweet-scented osmanthus tea, sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and sweet-scented osmanthus cake. I want to ask my master for some sweet-scented osmanthus flowers so I can make some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes to satisfy my hunger."

"You can also make sweet-scented osmanthus cake?" the old Confucian asked in surprise.

"will not."

Gong Liang shook his head, and said honestly: "But it shouldn't be difficult, it's nothing more than grinding sweet-scented osmanthus, mixing some flour, and adding some honey. Even if it's not well done, it won't be too unpalatable."

"Ha ha ha ha"

The old Confucian laughed loudly when he heard it, and said: "You should give up your idea of ​​making sweet-scented osmanthus cakes! It just so happens that my old servant made some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes for me, and asked him to bring them for you to taste."

The old man who was serving at the side and kept silent listened, got up and went to the house to bring a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Before he ate it, Gongliang could smell the sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance wafting from the osmanthus cake.At this moment, it immediately attracted the attention of Migu, Yuangungun and Xiaoji.

The sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the plate is moist and soft, looks like a thick yellow-white jelly, and has a strong fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus on it.

Gongliang claims that he can't do this kind of craftsmanship, he can only make it a little rougher, and press it with flour, sweet-scented osmanthus, and honey.

He picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and tasted it, only to find that it was soft, sweet and delicious, and it had a special fragrance.Even after eating, the aroma still lingers for a long time, and the aftertaste does not disappear.At this moment, here, tasting osmanthus cake, with the fragrance of osmanthus, looking at a tree of golden osmanthus, what a pleasure it is!

Gong Liang suddenly thought of a poem called "Buchan Palace" for no reason:

"Osmanthus fragrans is fragrant and clear without sleep. I feel that I am in the Guanghan Palace. I recall my family, my concubine's old travels, the borneol, and the hidden leaf bottom.

Unbearable from the westerly wind at midnight.Geng 飐 (read: chop) 飐, Wansi falls obliquely.Xiang Xiaolai, but it was Guyuan. At first glance, he was shocked to see that the land was covered with gold. "

Although this poem does not conform to the current situation, the description of sweet-scented osmanthus in it is exactly the same.

"Papa, I want to eat too." Mi Gu couldn't help but said to Papa beside him.

"I want to eat Gongliang too." Yuan Gungun yelled too.

Even the little chicken poked its head out from Yuan Gun Gun's side and tweeted, "Mom, I want to eat too."

Gongliang glanced at a few guys, all of them were foodies, and they all popped their heads when they saw delicious food.

I didn't want to feed them at first, since it was at someone's house after all, so I had to take into account the identity of the guests, but I couldn't bear to see a few guys so greedy that they were almost drooling.So, he took a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in his hand, and gave them one for each of them.The little Migu was holding the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, eating bit by bit with his mouth puffed out, squinting his eyes, not to mention how happy he was.

Yuan Gungun took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and swallowed it all at once, only feeling the faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus lingering in his mouth, and didn't even have time to taste it.

He couldn't help yelling at Gongliang: "Gongliang, I still want to eat."

Gong Liang slapped it away, this idiot, did you think it was made by yourself?It would be nice to have a taste, but want to eat all you can?

The chick was obviously much better-behaved, biting the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that Gongliang gave it, and eating it slowly.While eating, he raised his head and looked around vigilantly, in case his good friend Yuan Gun rolled over to take it.It's not like the gluttonous Yuan Gungun has never done this kind of thing.It will also say beautifully: "Chicken, you have too much food, let me help you eat some."

After the little chicken got a few lessons, he was very careful with this good friend when he was eating.

There was still some sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the table. Yuan Juan felt the lingering fragrance and sweetness of the sweet-scented osmanthus in his mouth, and he became more and more eager for the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Finally couldn't help it, and yelled again: "Gongliang, I still want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Gongliang glared at it angrily, "We'll talk about what to eat when we get back."

"I'm going to eat it now." How can I eat this thing when I go back, chubby is not stupid.

"Little friend, why are you barking non-stop?" the old Confucian asked curiously.

Gongliang replied helplessly: "This idiot, after tasting the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, he still doesn't feel satisfied. But his appetite is too big, even if he gave it all these sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, it wouldn't be enough, so he didn't give it to him. Look, it is now Are you getting angry with me? I don’t know how Master made this sweet-scented osmanthus cake? Please give me some sweet-scented osmanthus, so I can make some for them to eat when I go back?”

"Are you sure you want to do it yourself?" the old Confucian asked with a strange expression.

Seeing his expression, Gong Liang felt that his proud culinary skills had been insulted (read: five entries), then he took out a super large and thick moon cake from the treasure bag and put it on the table, saying: "Master, this is Please taste my homemade mooncakes and see how they taste?"

"You did it yourself?" the old Confucian asked in surprise.

"Naturally." Gongliang said arrogantly.

The old Confucian picked up the super large and thick moon cake, smiled, and said: "It is indeed like the round toad moon, but it is bigger. It is like the style of the wilderness, everything is big. It is so big, I can't eat it all. Mo Li, you Come and taste this little friend's craft."

He tore off a corner of the huge mooncake in his hand and gave it to the old man named Li Li.

Mo Li took the mooncake handed over by the old Confucianist with both hands, tasted it, and said, "It tastes really good."

The old Confucian also tried it, and praised Gongliang's craftsmanship in making mooncakes.

The super-large and thick mooncake was too big for him. After eating a few mouthfuls, the old Confucian put it on the table and said, "There are two ways to make this sweet-scented osmanthus cake. One is more complicated and does not use flour. It is glutinous rice flour. This glutinous rice is not available in the wilderness, and most of it comes from the east. But in recent years, some people from the east and the barren have begun to plant it. However, the glutinous rice for this sweet-scented osmanthus cake is not bought from those people, but Planted by the old man.

This kind of sweet-scented osmanthus cake needs to make ingredients first, making cooked flour, making cake powder, making sugar, making heart seeds, and making sweet-scented osmanthus.”

There are a lot of recipes, and Gong Liang's head swelled when he heard it, and he said quickly: "Master, let's make it simpler!"

(End of this chapter)