Fu Jin married: Qing Dynasty first brother asked not to flirt

Chapter 404 Er Niang, Can You Eat It?

Chapter 414

"Emiang, Ama bullied you, Minmin beat Ama up for you." Namin said, shaking her little fleshy fist.

Seeing her being so considerate and sensible, Tong Jiaqi didn't want to send Na Min back to the palace. Even Li Ruhua said that every time Da Gege returned to the house, there would be more laughter than usual.

Thinking of this, Tong Jiaqi looked at Namin and said, "Minmin, Erniang will make you a cake later."

"Cake?" Namin was taken aback, thinking with her head tilted, this thing sounds delicious.

"Well, let's celebrate your Ama's birthday." Tong Jiaqi thought, Yinbi's birthday must be on the way to Moxi Mongolia.

Namin nodded, she didn't know that Yinyi had left the capital, and now she waved her arms and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, I will be very happy when Ama comes back."

"Yeah, I'll be very happy when your Ama comes back." Tong Jiaqi nodded in agreement, and fed Namin before eating herself.

Namin took Tong Jiaqi's hand, and then obediently followed her towards the kitchen.

In fact, the cake Tong Jiaqi mentioned is really just a cake, because she has no butter or cream, so she can only make it by herself with the simplest ingredients.

It was completely groping bit by bit based on the method in memory. Seeing Na Min's little hands playing with the flour, Tong Jiaqi couldn't help but smiled fondly, "You can't play with food."

"I'm not playing, I'm helping my mother." Namin defended himself.

Tong Jiaqi nodded and continued to work on her own affairs. After thinking about it, she kneaded an extra piece of dough and wanted to make biscuits for Na Min.

Although there is no butter, but there is animal oil, but add a little honey and sugar, and the preserved fruit is ready-made, I want to see if it can be made into cookies.

Hailan and Li Ruhua watched from the sidelines, but they couldn't help much. The only thing that didn't worry her was that Namin was still sensible, and she followed Tong Jiaqi's orders completely, and wouldn't mess around.

The couple had been busy in the kitchen all morning, and the smell of pastry gradually came out of the kitchen.

"Emiang, can I eat it?" Namin hugged Tong Jiaqi and asked with her head up. This was the tenth time she had asked.

Tong Jiaqi shook her head patiently, and continued busy cutting fruits and other decorations, "No, wait a little longer."

She put it under the fireplace that is usually used for roasting meat, duck and chicken, and slowly roasted it. This simple version of the "oven" was specially designed by Tong Jiaqi for the small kitchen. It has never been used, but it worked today.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, Namin pulled Tong Jiaqi's clothes and asked in a low voice, "Is Erniang well? Can I eat?"

Being disturbed by the children, Tong Jiaqi could only open the small iron door to have a look. As soon as the small iron door of the oven was opened, a strong smell of biscuits came out from inside.

"I want to eat!" Namin smelled the smell, couldn't help it even more, couldn't help jumping up and said.

Seeing her in such a rush, Tong Jiaqi had no choice but to say, "Okay, okay, wait a minute."

As she said that, she asked someone to take out the iron plate. The small squares of biscuits on it had changed color and needed to be dried for a while, in case Namin knocked them down, so they put them on the table out of her reach.

Namin didn't do anything at the moment, and started to circle around the table, muttering something in his mouth, and asked after turning around, "Emiang, can I eat?"

(End of this chapter)