Reborn Blessed Sweet Wife

Chapter 1589

Ge Liyan was stunned to see Zhang Hong's mother and son come back with large and small bags.

"Where are you?" You didn't send Chu Zhengming to the train, so why did you think it was a big shopping trip?

Wu Hongmei and Wu Jia hurried to help each other, Wu Hongmei looked at it, "Flour?"

"Yes, I'm going to make some pastries at home." Zhang Hong hummed, "Are the glutinous rice balls good?"

"Didn't see you guys. After making a fuss for a while, I drank some milk and fell asleep." Wu Jia didn't expect that the two-month-old child would recognize someone. "The head has been looking for you."

Ah, the youngest son has learned to recognize people?Zhang Hong was taken aback. There was still a month before going to work, so it seemed necessary to adapt the glutinous rice balls to Wu Jia and the others.

Otherwise, when she goes to work, it's impossible to watch over him all the time, "Do you want to eat milk powder?"

"Drink it very quickly." Wu Jia compared the amount of milk powder, "Drink it up every time."

Zhang Hong actually has a good idea about the glutinous rice balls. She knows that the baby’s appetite is quite large, but it has not been confirmed. Before Zhang Hong thought that the milk was not too much, but did not think that it was not that there was not much milk, but that the glutinous rice balls could not be held. The child can eat some.

Although Ge Liyan watched the child Tangyuan drink milk, she still felt all kinds of inconceivable things, "The child Tangyuan can eat and sleep."

It's just that she can't gain weight, which makes Ge Liyan very worried.

Zhang Hong mentioned it once before, but seeing that the weight of the glutinous rice balls has not increased, he didn't take it to heart.

But drinking milk now, it is very intuitive and you can see it immediately. If you really don’t know it, you will be shocked when you see it.

"That's good." Zhang Hong was worried that Tangyuan didn't like milk powder, so she felt relieved seeing that he wasn't picky about food.

A child who can eat, drink and sleep, and can recognize people now, such a child can be a fool, Zhang Hong is full of confidence.

"Let Tangyuan get used to the life without me being by his side all the time." Zhang Hong went to the house to change clothes, and was about to start making pastries.

Wu Hongmei looked at Zhang Hong's posture, "Who are you?"

"I'll make a cake, a creamy fruit cake." Zhang Hong thought for a while, then made a chiffon cake, spread some cream on it, and then put some fruit on it.

When I went shopping before, Zhang Hong stopped by and bought some canned fruit, which is now just for decoration.

"Wow, mom, do you really want to make fruitcake?" Duanzi was a surprise.

"Mom, can you make a chocolate cake?" Tuanzi felt that with so many people in the family, making one cake should not be enough.

Even if we can't make chocolate cake this time, can't we look forward to it?
"It depends on the time." Zhang Hong couldn't guarantee it, after all, he didn't know how long it had been since the last time he made a chiffon cake, and he didn't know whether his cooking skills had regressed.

More importantly, I don't know if that boy Tangyuan will make a fuss.

What if Tangyuan insists on being by her side if she is crying and making noise.

"Okay." Tuanzi heard what Zhang Hong said, that is, don't expect too much.

Although there was a little bit of disappointment, the dumpling was quite satisfied. Just having fruit cake is better than nothing.

The most important thing is that as long as mother can make cakes, if she does this time, she will do it next time, so why don’t you worry about having no cakes?
"Don't worry, we'll come one by one."

"The pastry book you bought by Uncle Dai contains a lot of delicious cakes. In short, you believe in your mother, and I will definitely make them slowly."

"I'm worried that when the time comes, what will you do if you don't like to eat?" This is the only problem that worries Zhang Hong.

Don't like to eat?That's impossible. Tuanzi doesn't know what other people will think, but what he wants to say is, "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely eat up all the good things you made."

Otherwise, wouldn't my mother be very sad if she didn't even eat him.

"Okay, then you, Mom, I will be motivated."

"Wait for mom to learn how to make big cakes for foreigners." Zhang Hong was excited at the thought of letting her show off her skills again.

"Big cakes for foreigners?" Tuanzi didn't understand, why do foreigners eat big cakes?
But what interests Tuanzi the most is, "Mom, what does a foreigner's pancake look like?"

"Is it as delicious as our domestic flatbread?"

"It's better than ours, because there are many things on it, including meat and vegetables." Zhang Hong felt that his stomach was suddenly hungry, and he couldn't do it anymore. If he continued, he was really worried that he would not have the strength to make pastries. .

"Grandma, do you still have ham at home?" Since it is homemade and eaten by his own people, Zhang Hong will certainly not be stingy with ordering ingredients from you.

There are some meat-loving owners in the family, so there must be more meat on the pizza, otherwise they are expected to protest.

There is also cheese, too. Eating pizza is just to look at the brushing. Pizza without brushing will make people feel soulless.

Well, Ge Liyan really doesn't know much about the ingredients at home, so she glanced at Wu Hongmei.

The latter thought for a while, "There is still some ham at home, but not much."

"Success, I'll make a pizza." Now that I thought about it, I started to take action. Zhang Hong considers herself to be an activist.

"Wow." Tuanzi had been thinking about when he could ask his mother to make a pizza, but he didn't expect his mother to agree.

You can give the dumplings to Le, "Mom, let's make cakes together."

"Can you do it?" The son was willing to help her make pastries, how could Zhang Hong disagree, and went to the kitchen with the dumplings.

"Aunt Wu, look at some glutinous rice balls for me."

Wu Jia watched the mother and son go to the kitchen, turned around and went back to the house, which was about the time when Tangyuan would wake up.

Zhang Hong prepared the ingredients one by one according to the book, while Tuanzi looked at it in a daze, "It's so troublesome to make a cake."

It's not that Tuanzi has never seen Wu Hongmei make steamed buns, and I always feel that it is an approximate quantity, and never needs to be weighed. I never thought that it would be so troublesome for my mother to make a cake.

At this moment, Tuanzi felt that the cake was so expensive, and there was a reason for it. Tuanzi couldn't stop nodding, "It's delicious, but it's troublesome to make."

"It won't be so troublesome if you get used to it." Zhang Hong read the book, and then slowly started to do it, while Tuanzi followed Zhang Hong's instructions.

Dandan had already heard the news of Tuanzi's return, but at that time they were all taking Go lessons, so they didn't dare to come out.

Finally endured until the end of get out of class, of course he ran out swiftly, only to find that the dumpling was hiding in the kitchen.

What's the situation? Why is the dumpling nestled in the kitchen?

Dandan looked at the things on the table, "Auntie, are you making cakes?"

"Yes, but it's the first time my aunt made it, and I don't know how it tastes." Don't look at Zhang Hong's confidence in herself before, thinking that she would definitely make delicious cakes, but now she really doesn't have much for herself. confidence.

Always wonder if I'm going to screw this up, so be as humble as you can be right now.

"It's okay, Mom, I have confidence in you." Tuanzi worried that what Brother Dandan said would not sound good, so he rushed to speak before Dandan.

After Dandan heard that Zhang Hong was making cakes for the first time, she couldn’t help but feel flustered, always worried about whether the cakes were delicious, but as soon as Tuanzi opened her mouth, Dandan knew that she must not question her aunt’s craftsmanship, otherwise Tuanzi would not will let him go.

(End of this chapter)