People are building infrastructure in another world

Chapter 8

Aurora didn't understand why a well-behaved lord would allow her to intervene in the affairs of the territory, but Miguel's gentleness soothed the conspiracy theory that Aurora associated with.

Chatting and chatting, the two got back to the wedding.

The two tentatively decided that the wedding will be held in half a month. There is no need for a banquet or too many guests. Just take the marriage certificate and swear in the temple.

It is in line with the character of the two who are afraid of trouble.

It's just that what was negotiated was rejected by Ms. Taylor the next day.

The marriage certificate can be obtained first, but the wedding must be grand.

For the first time the cowardly Mrs. Taylor rose up against it.

I don't know when Miguel told Mrs. Taylor that Aurora, who got up early in the morning and led Susan to the kitchen, was blocked in front of the kitchen door.

"Little Laura." Aurora's nickname was learned by Mrs. Taylor when she talked with her last night.

Aurora was surprised, "Is there something wrong? Aunt Ruolan."

Because the marriage has been confirmed, Aurora followed Miguel and called Mrs. Taylor's mother. Mrs. Taylor's name was Ruolan Taylor. Later, Aunt Ruolan was more fluent, so Aurora called her mother.

Mrs. Taylor looked forward to it: "I know that the territory is not rich, but can you and Miguel have a bigger wedding? Miguel won't listen to me, so I can only come to you."

The simple wedding was first proposed by Aurora, and it is understandable that Miguel did not want to go against it.

The small treasury of the territory is only 30 gold divisions in total. The former Baron Taylor has been a lord for more than [-] years, and the treasury is only three-digit gold divisions. One can imagine the situation of the territory.

But Aurora didn't refuse straight away. Mrs. Taylor's temples had been weathered, and she was still young from the front, but she looked like an elderly woman from the side.

She looked sad and preoccupied, so Aurora asked: "Aunt Ruolan, may I know the reason?"

Mrs. Taylor hesitated.

Aurora held her hand, "Let's go into the kitchen and chat, just to exchange cooking skills with each other."

The kitchen was dark, and Susan took the initiative to open the back door and window, and then moved a stool for Mrs. Taylor to sit on.

Taylor refused, and Aurora saw that she was a young lady who had never worked. She was reluctant to let her daughter-in-law work too hard, "I'll be with you, if there is anything I need to do."

Aurora glanced at the kitchen environment, and it wasn't as bad as she imagined.

There are a few hams that look like pig's trotters hanging on the kitchen. There is basically no peculiar smell, but there are many flaws. There are stains in the stove and discarded food waste on the ground.

The first thing Aurora did was scrub the large table in the middle of the kitchen and clean the stove, and the pots too.

Naturally, Aurora was not required to do this job. The chef and a maid working in the kitchen just arrived.

Aurora handed over the cleaning tasks to them and made sure to keep her working environment clean and tidy.

After the big table was wiped clean, Aurora started kneading the dough and adding yeast powder to ferment.

The people in the kitchen carefully cleaned the dust and watched Aurora beating the flour. They were all curious about what meal Aurora was going to make.

During the fermentation of flour, Aurora carried a basket and took Mrs. Taylor out to pick wild onions. She saw a large piece of wild onions when she was walking around yesterday.

"Isn't this a weed? Why did you pick it?" Mrs. Taylor was puzzled. Isn't the daughter-in-law a noble lady?

"Aunt Ruolan, you should know that the person sitting in the viscount position is my cousin for many years." Aurora dispelled Mrs. Taylor's doubts with just one sentence.

Mrs. Taylor said, "That's it." She imagined that Aurora in the viscount's house lived in a remote courtyard, living on these weeds and meager support.

She felt the same way, because she used to be someone who was not valued at home.She knows how difficult it is to have a life like that.

Mrs. Taylor looked at Aurora with pity, and wished to talk about the reason why they wanted to have a bigger wedding.

Because her husband had promised her to hold a grand wedding, but the promise was not fulfilled, and he died.

She is emotional and feels that every girl yearns for romance and should be treated well, instead of a hasty wedding like a formality.

She hopes that her son will cherish his wife, and that his wife will not regret it.

Aurora smiled softly, "I asked for a simpler wedding."

Mrs. Taylor's expectant expression collapsed, a little helpless and a little sad.

Aurora thought that Mrs. Taylor was really a lovely lady, so she stopped teasing her, "Listen to you, I suddenly look forward to a grand wedding. I will discuss with Miguel again, sign the marriage certificate first, and the wedding later If we hold it again, if the territory’s economy improves within two years, we will invite other marquises and friends. If it is still similar to now, how about we invite everyone in the territory to celebrate together?”

Aurora gives a deadline, no ambiguity.

Mrs. Taylor was as happy as a child at once, "Okay, okay." She looks at her daughter-in-law now, she is really good everywhere, much better than her husband's untouchable promise.

Mrs. Taylor has not read many books, and the number of times she has been out of the territory in her life can be counted on the fingers.

Her wishes and vision are very small, she only hopes that the wedding will be lively and not deserted.

Wild onions grow in clumps, and it didn't take long to pick a lot of them.

Digging wells and washing wild onions are the responsibility of chefs and maids.

As they washed, they stretched their necks to watch the new mistress go about her business.The hostess did not avoid people, and cut the fresh ground dragon meat into pieces early in the morning, soaked in cold water, and soaked in blood.Then add ginger and garlic water, soak again to remove the smell.

Then minced meat.

Because the spices are precious, Aurora only adds a little star anise powder and pepper when seasoning, then salt, sugar, oil, and a lot of chopped wild onions are stirred.

Conditions are limited. There is no semi-circular iron pan in the kitchen. There are only tall pans and staple tools that are completely like a piece of iron. La decided to steam the buns.

The kneaded dough is fermented, and one piece is left as old dough, which is put in the ice cellar.

Others are used as bun skin.

The few people staying in the kitchen saw Aurora rolling out the skin, stuffing it, and pinching the folds in a smooth manner.

Each bun is quickly formed.

The water in the high pot was already boiling, and Aurora took the buns to steam.

Not long after, a strong smell of wheat rose and wafted in the kitchen.

Steamed buns that are half the size of a fist turn into big buns that are three times the size.

The magical transformation opened the eyes of both Mrs. Taylor and the chef.

After taking it out hot, let it cool for a while, and Aurora will give Mrs. Taylor a try first.

Then divide one more per person, and then steam the second batch.

The round and fat buns were in their hands, and everyone poked them curiously. The chef was the most sensitive, and he knew that the food in front of him must be soft and soft without eating it.

If he didn't watch every step, it would be hard for him to believe that it was made of wheat flour.

It's amazing, the chef sincerely admires it.

(End of this chapter)