Chapter 1096: Cake is quite difficult

Everyone came back to their senses, waving their hands repeatedly: "No, no!"

Qin Yun and He Kuang turned their heads with their mouths full—whoa! Why are there so many people behind them! Didn't everyone just stand or sit just now?

Lu Chuan paused, and could only follow Song Tan upstairs silently.

In the kitchen, the last bowl of rice noodles was taken out of the cupboard by Wu Lan: "Work can be done later, these rice noodles don't take up stomach space, they've already eaten several bowls."

"Tan Tan too, Xiao Lu is busy with work, you've already finished eating, why didn't you leave him a portion!"

Song Tan:???

This isn't even a mother-in-law yet? Why does she have a filter when looking at him?!

She stared at Lu Chuan, only to see the other person take the bowl of rice noodles and smile slightly: "Thank you, Auntie... but Tan Tan asked me, it was me who said no need—it just so happens that I bought some materials yesterday, I can make her a cake roll to taste in the morning, would Auntie like to eat?"

Wu Lan instantly beamed: "Oh my, you can even make cake? Good, good, good, make it, you make it... how many stoves do you need? Can you burn fire? Let Tan Tan burn fire for you!"

Song Tan:...

"If you want to eat a bowl of noodles in the future, are you going to start preparing from planting wheat?"

Following that, she grabbed a branch from the corner—the firewood used for cooking in the kitchen must be dry, and it was piled in the corner, very handy.

Cai Hang thought to himself, you didn't forget, but I didn't expect you to even fry the meat floss yourself...

"If it fails, then use the finished product bought."

After the kitchen quieted down, Wu Lan asked curiously: "Making this scallion cake roll in the morning?"

Looking at Lu Chuan, the center of the topic, she sighed: "It's okay, Auntie, you chat with my mom, I'll burn the fire, let's talk."

"Do you need pork to make cake rolls?"

It's just that the old Song family has enough to eat and drink every day, and currently, not many people have a preference for milk, so most of it is boiled by Seventh Uncle as milk tea.

Wu Lan sent the food video to Lu Chuan, but she actually sees a lot of them every day. She had long forgotten exactly what materials were needed...

"What's this for? Making pork lard residue filling?"

Don't say it, it's really pleasing to the eye!

"Auntie, when I went to the capital, I couldn't catch dinner, so he took the biscuits he made himself and gave them to Song Tan. Before leaving, he even made ice cream, Song Tan has always remembered it."

Wu Lan was expressionless, thinking it's quite difficult. If I give him more time, he could even chop two sugar canes back to boil sugar himself.

Good, good, good, I was scolded for nothing!

"Let Qiaoqiao burn it."

"Tsk!" Wu Lan was dissatisfied and glared at her: "Qiaoqiao has been busy with the livestream since early morning, and you don't have anything to do in this cold weather, so just accompany Xiao Lu to burn the fire, it's warm! This child!"

As for what follows...

You really didn't ask Lu Chuan to be perfect to that extent!

He raised his wrist to check the time: "About an hour should be enough."

"Yes."

"Good, good, good..." Lu Jing beamed.

Wu Lan sat back down. Watching Lu Chuan take a piece of pork loin from the fresh-keeping cabinet and cut it into pieces, she began to feel something was wrong:

She really sat excitedly in front of the stove: "Do you need to start a fire?"

It wouldn't be bad to bring back two chickens; they don't lay many eggs in winter, and it's not a waste to eat them twice during the New Year, right?

"I'll burn it, I'll burn it!" Lu Jing followed in: "How can a girl do such rough work? I'll do it, I know how to burn fire."

Including these branches, they were dry at the moment, and could be broken with a little force from both hands.

Wu Lan:...

And Wu Lan sat in front of the stove, grabbed a handful of pine needles and dry leaves, lit them with a lighter, clamped them with iron tongs, and stuffed them into the stove.

"Hmm." Lu Chuan nodded: "If you have anything else to do, you can do it in the morning."

After a few "clicks," the thin branches were broken off one by one, broken into three or four sections according to length, and placed one by one on the raging fire in the stove.

Song Tan thought, isn't it warmer to roast fire next door? She also planned to stroll by the river in the morning to see the cattle and sheep.

Wu Lan thought about it, going to the river beach didn't matter morning or afternoon, so she sat in front of the stove: "It's okay, you do it, I'll burn the fire for you."

Lu Chuan wasn't used to Seventh Uncle's heavy kitchen knife, and his speed of cutting meat wasn't fast.

"But speaking of which, it really needs to be considered from planting wheat—Tan Tan, didn't you say there are a few acres of wheat on the mountain?"

Lu Chuan laughed: "Actually... making cake only requires an oven."

He said it lightly, as if everyone at home could stir-fry meat floss and make condensed milk, so Wu Lan felt a bit complicated.

It wasn't until Wu Lan asked that Lu Chuan explained: "That cake roll needs to be brushed with a little seasoning sauce, which requires condensed milk. It just so happens that the milk from our own pasture is quite good... so I'll try making condensed milk."

Lu Chuan picked and chose in the kitchen, finally took out a large pot, placed it on the gas stove to the side, and then a large bucket of milk sent by the uncle last night...

Lu Chuan laughed dumbly: "How is that possible! I just want to replace some of our own ingredients as much as possible, so the taste will be better..."

And Lu Chuan put the pork lard residue into a container, and then said: "Besides scallions, the cake roll also needs some ham cubes to enhance the flavor. I'm afraid you're not used to this kind of processed food, so I'll replace the material—pork lard residue, it should be fine."

He urged Lu Chuan: "Hurry up and eat, and after eating, hurry up and make the cake. Tan Tan hasn't eaten anything you made, that's not right..."

Until then, Wu Lan filled two thick pieces of firewood without haste.

She sat back in front of the stove, watching Lu Chuan boil milk in a large pot, stirring it non-stop, the aroma of meat and milk filled the air, attracting Qiaoqiao to take a look:

Wu Lan:...

He pointed to the brand-new oven that was rarely used by Seventh Uncle, his eyebrows full of smiles, as beautiful as a poem.

But watching him sit there eating the rice noodles in the bowl bite by bite, and finally wiping his mouth and washing his hands clean...

"That's really difficult, how come you have to do so many things just to eat a cake..."

"I've eaten it." Wu Lan suddenly interjected, facing Qiaoqiao's urging gaze:

When he looked up again, Lu Chuan was already pouring water into the pot. Following that was meat, ginger slices, salt, sugar...

There were already calves born on the river beach pasture, and the uncle had learned some milking skills, which were becoming more and more proficient now.

Lu Chuan was stunned and then laughed: "That's not necessary, I just wanted to make some meat floss to pass the time—you sent me the scallion meat floss cake roll, did you forget?"

During this time, he hadn't been idle either, turning around and taking a bowl of pork lard residue from the cupboard, picking out a few pieces of fat and thin meat, and cutting them into a small handful of fragments again. ===== CHAPTER 1097 =====