Farming game: raise cubs with equipment

Chapter 718 is very sweet
Yun Yiyi smiled indifferently.

She just said it casually, never thinking that Yan Qinghe would really make her a cup of pearl milk tea.

After all, he is busy with official duties, and it is unlikely that he will spare time to do these things.

"Ma'am, Miss Yan is here." Mama Yu walked in from the outside.

Yan Nianyan?
Yun Yiyi nodded: "I'll go and have a look."

Yan Qinghe: "It is estimated that the milk is here."

Yun Yiyi was a little surprised: "No way."

"Go and see." Yan Qinghe raised his eyes, looking unpredictable.

Yun Yiyi glanced at him hesitantly, and quickly went to the front hall.

"Madam Yan, please forgive me for coming here uninvited." Yan Nianyan's eyes lit up when he saw Yun Yiyi, and he hurried up to meet her.

Yun Yiyi looked at the other party up and down, her complexion was rosy, her skin was delicate, and there was some flesh on her face, she seemed to be recovering well.

"You look pretty good." Yun Yiyi smiled and pulled her to sit down.

Yan Nianyan smiled shyly: "I feel that I have gained weight recently."

As she spoke, she pinched the soft flesh on her face.

It's all the prince's fault. She has given her too many tonics in the past few days.

But Yun Yiyi thinks this is very good. Before, she looked so weak that she was about to collapse at any time, like a skeleton, but now she is plump and looks better than before, and her energy is released.

Isn't this better than being thin?
Yun Yiyi prefers a healthy fat body, at least her body is her own, and she can't lose her shape for the sake of beauty.

"It's more colorful now than before." Yun Yiyi comforted her.

Hearing this, Yan Nianyan's smile deepened, and she also looked in the mirror, and her complexion is indeed better than before.

Although I have gained some flesh, my body is better.

So she didn't bother with these anymore.

Before Yun Yiyi could ask, Yan Nianyan took the lead and said, "Today, I came here to ask Mrs. Yan for advice."

Yun Yiyi looked at her suspiciously.

Yan Nianyan smiled a little embarrassedly, and then clapped his hands: "His Royal Highness also left some milk for me, but I smelled a fishy smell, and it was really hard for me to drink it. I heard that Mrs. Yan has a lot of research on food, so I I have the cheek to ask for advice."

Soon someone brought a carton of milk over.

Yun Yiyi's expression remained unchanged, Yan Qinghe really hit the mark.

Yun Yiyi is not surprised that Yan Nianyan can get some, after all, seeing how the prince likes her, he will give it to her as soon as he gets the milk.
After Yan Nianyan finished speaking, she carefully observed Yun Yiyi's expression, for fear that her appearance would arouse the other party's resentment.

Yun Yiyi's expression was light: "Actually, it's not difficult. You can use brick tea to get rid of the fishy smell of milk."

Yan Nianyan felt that this statement was fresh, and quickly asked: "Is it enough to just pour the tea in?"

Yun Yiyi felt that there might still be a lot of problems just by explaining, so she said: "If you don't mind the trouble, just follow me to the kitchen to have a look. I just made milk tea, you can just try it."

"I never thought that Mrs. Yan has already dealt with it." Yan Nianyan was very surprised, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was normal. Yan Qinghe was an official of the imperial court, so he would naturally get the milk. When he took it home, Yun Yiyi would naturally find out There is a fishy smell.

Yun Yiyi nodded and led the way.

"There are so many children in the mansion, so I was greedy. When I drank the milk, I felt that the fishy smell was too strong to swallow. I just went to deal with the fishy smell."

She explained without haste.

Yan Nianyan expressed her understanding, and ordered someone to carry the milk to follow.

The road is not very far, just turn a few corners.

Along the way, Yan Nianyan found that the scenery in the mansion was very elegantly arranged, and he was amazed in his heart.

A few servants stood guard outside the kitchen, and when they saw Yun Yiyi and his group approaching, they hurriedly saluted: "Ma'am."

Yun Yiyi nodded slightly, and led Yan Nianyan in.

"Mother." The cubs called out hastily.

Seeing Yan Nianyan behind her, Yan Dashuang was a little dazed: "Mother, who is this?"

"This is Miss Yan, you can call her Sister Yan." Yun Yiyi smiled.

Yan Xiaoshuang called obediently: "Sister Yan."

Yan Nianyan quickly responded, there were no such young children in her house, and she was still a little nervous at the moment, not knowing how to deal with these children.

Seeing the cubs call out to sister Yan one by one, my heart softened.

Yan Qinghe said indifferently: "Miss Yan is here?"

Yan Nianyan looked at Yun Yiyi and said, "I asked Mrs. Yan how to get rid of the fishy smell of milk, and Mrs. Yan brought me to see it."

Yan Qinghe nodded slightly, which seemed to be her style.

"Look, this is milk with the fishy smell removed, you can call it milk tea." Yun Yiyi showed Yan Nianyan a cup of milk tea.

"This is milk tea?" Yan Nianyan was stunned, there was still a faint tea fragrance, and the unpleasant fishy smell was no longer there.

"You can have a sip." Yun Yiyi handed it to her.

Yan Nianyan was a little surprised: "Mrs. Xie Yan."

As soon as the milk tea was in the mouth, the faint tea aroma just diluted the fishy smell of the milk, and the sweet taste spread from the taste buds. Yan Nianyan quickly took another sip: "Mrs. Yan, this milk tea is too delicious."

"There are better ones." Yun Yiyi smiled mysteriously, poured two spoonfuls of pearls into it, "Would you like to try it again?"

Yan Nianyan already thought this milk tea was super delicious, but he didn't expect that after adding this dingy little ball, he couldn't stop biting into one, Yan Nianyan chewed it slowly, his eyes sparkled.

This is too chewy.

It tastes so good.

"Mrs. Yan, how did you make this thing?" Yan Nianyan asked impatiently as soon as he swallowed it.

"This is easy to make, how about I make it for you to see?" Yun Yiyi said.

Yan Nianyan nodded repeatedly, she was so curious.

Especially this little gray spot, it tastes so delicious to chew, if she knows how to make it, she will ask someone to make it for her after returning home.

Yun Yiyi was about to make a move when Yan Qinghe stopped him: "Yiyi, let me do it."

"Do you know?"

"Of course I will. If it's wrong, you can correct it for me." Yan Qinghe smiled, "How about making you a cup of my pearl milk tea at this time?"

Yun Yiyi didn't expect that he really remembered it, so she didn't compete with him, and gave up her seat to the side.

"Okay, I'll watch you do it."

Yan Nianyan was startled by Yan Qinghe's action, he never expected that there would be a man who would wash his hands and make soup for his wife.

If outsiders find out, their jaws will drop in shock, okay?

And this person is Yan Qinghe.

Will anyone believe it?
Yan Nianyan couldn't help thinking about this possibility, and after a while, she shook her head and objected.

If she hadn't seen this scene, she wouldn't have believed it.

Even her father never entered the kitchen for her mother, Yan Qinghe is really rare.

Looking at the past with such a mood, Yan Nianyan's expression was a little unspeakable.

Yun Yiyi didn't notice that all her attention was on Yan Qinghe.

Being watched by Yun Yiyi, it was difficult for Yan Qinghe to calm down, but his face was still extremely calm.

After washing his hands calmly, according to Yun Yiyi's previous method, first put the tea into the milk and boil it.

Every movement is not rushed, and even reveals a trace of leisure.

The light from the window sill casually slipped between his eyebrows, and even the light fluff was clearly visible.

Yun Yiyi felt that everything around her was softened, and only him was left in her eyes.

Yan Qinghe seemed to be aware of her excessively hot gaze, and looked up, his eyes were as gentle as spring water.

Yun Yiyi subconsciously covered her rapid heartbeat, and hurriedly said: "Wait until the water boils before picking it up."

"Okay." Yan Qinghe raised the corners of his lips slightly.

Yun Yiyi looked away and slowed down for a while.

It's strange to say that the two of them have done more intimate things, and they have several children.

When I see it again, I still can't help but feel heartbroken.

Even when doing these things that he is not very good at, Yan Qinghe is more patient than ordinary people.

If you encounter something you don't understand, stop and look at Yun Yiyi.

"Yiyi, what should I do next?" Yan Qinghe was worried about a pair of flour. He accompanied Yan Dashuang to change clothes before, and he didn't know the steps to make the pearls.

"I know." Yan Dabao said loudly, he had kneaded small dough before.

Yan Qinghe glanced at him coolly.

Yan Xiaoshuang hastily covered Yan Dabao's mouth: "Father, he doesn't know anything, just talking nonsense."

Yan Qinghe nodded slightly, and turned his gaze back to Yun Yiyi: "Yiyi?"

Yun Yiyi twitched the corners of her mouth, walked over, and explained to him carefully.

Yan Qinghe was afraid that the flour would splash on her, so he told her to stay away.

Yun Yiyi sighed: "Do you have to use boiling water to know this? Otherwise..."

As soon as the voice fell, the tapioca flour had become a pile of non-Newtonian liquid.

Without Yun Yiyi saying it, Yan Qinghe knew he was wrong.

Yun Yiyi hooked her lips, feeling a little helpless.

He walked over to help Yan Qinghe deal with it.

She scooped up a spoonful of boiling water and slowly added it in. She didn't start rubbing until it was not too hot.

Yan Qinghe's eyes flickered: "I'll do it."

Yun Yiyi put it down after a few demonstrations.

Yan Qinghe learned his lesson, followed Yun Yiyi's example, and started kneading the dough.

Yan Nianyan felt a little full after eating a mouthful of dog food.

Yun Yiyi spoke very carefully, and Yan Qinghe soon understood.

The little ashes were cut up by him and boiled in the pot.

Within a short while, the plump pearls were freshly baked.

Yan Qinghe poured a spoonful of pearls into the milk tea, and handed Yun Yiyi a cup.

Yan Nianyan watched eagerly, but Yan Qinghe looked directly at him coldly.

At first glance, it was not for her.

Yan Nianyan curled her lips.

A cup of milk tea was lifted up, Yan Nianyan looked down, Yan Dashuang took a cup and handed it to her: "Sister Yan, please drink milk tea."

Yan Nianyan immediately smiled, "Thank you, Eldest Young Master."

Yan Qinghe looked away and asked, "Yiyi, is the milk tea I made delicious?"

"Not bad, very sweet." Yun Yiyi took a sip and gave a pertinent answer.

Hearing this, Yan Nianyan looked down at himself, what happened to the fragrant and sweet milk tea in his mouth, which suddenly lost its taste.

(End of this chapter)