Chapter 152: Hope everyone won't hug randomly in the future

Stuff the filling into the dough skin, wrap it well, then dip the surface in dry flour to prevent sticking, put it into the mold, and press out the shape.

Next, it can be put into the microwave.

Lin Li hadn't put the "Body-Strengthening and Disease-Removing Pill" in yet. He was worried that if the microwave heated it, something unexpected would happen to the pill, or it would change quality.

Anyway, it was a mooncake he made himself. Even if the appearance was a bit poor, Mom shouldn't find it strange. He could just cut it open and stuff it in after baking.

"Let's go, brother, let's put it in the microwave." Lin Li said.

"Okay."

There was only one microwave in the activity room, so many other elderly people and aunts who were also waiting to bake gathered here to chat and queue.

"Brother, how many minutes do you think is appropriate to bake?" The strategies on the internet were varied, so Lin Li decided to ask Ceng Ziang.

"I don't know about microwaves either. The only thing I know is not to easily believe information on the internet, especially things like durian having the scent of chestnuts after being microwaved." Ceng Ziang waved his hands and backed away repeatedly.

"So it was your house that was rumored to be boiling shit in the community two years ago." Lin Li suddenly realized. "That big brother who was blocked outside and not allowed to enter that day was you?"

Ceng Ziang: "..."

Silence is the best answer.

Lin Li really didn't dare to ask Ceng Ziang, so he chose to ask Zhang Fang not far away.

"This depends on the thickness of your dough skin. I suggest you bake it for three minutes first. If you find it's not enough after baking, continue baking. Because with microwave heating, once the time is too long, things will become hard due to loss of moisture, and the taste will be terrible. So it's better to bake for a short time multiple times than to overbake."

Zhang Fang gave the suggestion very rationally.

Can everything become hard if baked in the microwave for a long time?

Lin Li had a bold idea. He couldn't bear to use his own, so next time he would take Bai Bufan's to try.

So Lin Li followed Zhang Fang's guidance and put his and Ceng Ziang's mooncakes into the oven.

"This is Wu Min's child, right? It's Lin Li, isn't it?" However, because he entered the pile of elderly people, the scene of being besieged by the older generation that Ceng Ziang described before immediately began to repeat.

"It's me, Grandma." Lin Li responded politely.

"I even held you when you were little. Do you still remember me?" The other party said with a smile.

Lin Li: "..."

Why do adults always hug children randomly?

Do you know how much trouble this caused the child?!

Fortunately, Zhang Fang came to the rescue and introduced the other party. She was also surnamed Wu. Calculating a few generations up with his mother, they were indeed somewhat related.

"How is your study?" Then, as expected, it was the questioning session like visiting relatives.

"It's okay."

"Are you dating anyone?"

"Grandma, I'm only a freshman in high school, it's still too early. I'm currently single. You'd better ask Brother Ziang about this question; he must be more anxious than me." Lin Li reached out and pointed to Ceng Ziang, who had been hiding in the corner.

Ceng Ziang: "?"

Is this shifting the conflict without any cover-up?

He thought he was already good friends with Lin Li; it turns out he wasn't at all!

"Ziang, speaking of which, I also held you when you were little."

Ceng Ziang: "... Hello, Grandma Wu."

Grandma Wu nodded with a smile: "You're about to graduate from university, right? Have you found a job?"

"It's okay."

"Are you dating anyone?"

"I'm currently single." Ceng Ziang nodded with a smile.

"No one wants you and being single are two different states; don't get them mixed up." An aunt sneered.

Ceng Ziang: "..."

"Mom, your words are a bit hurtful."

"Mom, your words are a bit hurtful."

"I'll emphasize it again, this is a mooncake, a mooncake I worked hard all morning to make for you.

You shouldn't have used 'this lump of dough' to describe it just now. That really makes me very sad." Back home, Lin Li showed Wu Min his mooncake and was attacked, so he said very hurtfully.

Wu Min had an unstoppable smile on her lips. She pointed at 'this lump of dough' in front of her and the pile of crumbs beside them, and said:

"But Mom really finds it hard to believe that this lump of dough is a mooncake."

"It still has a shape. I already ate one before, and the taste is fine." Lin Li argued strongly.

Although because his technique was indeed not very good, the mooncake was a bit cracked (physically), it wasn't that unbearable. The basic mooncake could still be seen.

"Fine, fine, fine, Mom will eat it, okay?" Wu Min's smile was still pouring out between breaths. Just as she reached out, she saw Lin Li carefully pick out a mooncake and put it in her hand.

"Specially made for you, the taste is absolutely unique. It's a flavor Sister Min has never eaten before." Lin Li said.

"Okay, Mom is looking forward to it."

No matter what, it was a mooncake made by her own son, so Wu Min was still very moved.

If it weren't for the precedent of delivering food the day before yesterday, Wu Min would have already been writing a small essay on her Moments and sharing it with her brothers and sisters.

One bite, the dough skin was quite crispy.

The filling, sweet when it entered the mouth, seemed to be red bean paste, then dry and astringent, then bitter, then... hmm?

Wu Min's brows furrowed together. If this hadn't been made by her son, she would have already spat it out. After swallowing it with some difficulty, Wu Min looked at the mooncake in her hand that had been bitten, and asked suspiciously: "What kind of filling is this? Why is it so black?"

"Chinese medicine." Lin Li was relatively honest.

"So it's Chinese medicine filling, no wonder it's so bitter and astringent. This can be... no! Can't understand! Why would there be Chinese medicine-filled mooncakes?!!" Wu Min, who had already nodded and forced herself to start understanding, suddenly looked up and questioned.

"Can you just say if it's a brand-new version you've never eaten before?" Lin Li was honest and simple.

Wu Min: "..."

"Is this edible?"

Great, it's a good thing she didn't write a small essay on her Moments or share it with her brothers and sisters.

Saved her from losing face once.

Seeing Wu Min intending to put the remaining mooncake back, Lin Li explained quickly: "Mom, don't worry, it's absolutely edible, completely harmless to the human body, and quite nourishing. Could I possibly harm you?"

Wu Min looked at Lin Li suspiciously: "I believe my son."

"It's good that you believe me."

"No, I believe you are capable of doing such a heinous thing." Wu Min added.

Lin Li: "..."

My mom's words are really hurtful.

"Mom, I'm really going to be angry if you're like this. I couldn't possibly do that. I still have to rely on you to raise me. You are my spiritual and physical pillar for survival. If I really did that, it would at least have to be after you're old... hehehe." Lin Li started laughing hehe.

Wu Min: "..."

Such great filial piety.

None of the beatings Lin Li received from childhood to adulthood were in vain. Acting out, it's normal to pay some price.

"Is it really edible?" But of course, Wu Min knew Lin Li was joking. She picked up this 'traditional new-style mooncake' again, still a bit suspicious.

"It's really edible, Mom, and it's really good for your body. I'll eat it for you to see now." Lin Li picked up one of the lumps of mooncake and took a big bite.

Wu Min sighed, and finally endured the bitterness, eating the Chinese medicine mooncake clean.

Lin Li was very satisfied.

This way, Mom's body should remain healthy for a considerable period of time.

And Wu Min had sharp eyes. She suddenly reached out and picked up the mooncake Lin Li had just taken a big bite of, squinted her eyes, and asked: "Lin Li, the one you're eating doesn't look like a Chinese medicine mooncake either."

"I only made the one Chinese medicine mooncake for you to eat. I didn't say the one I was eating was one just now." Lin Li waved his hand indifferently. "I'm eating lotus seed paste with egg yolk, the taste is fine. Do you want to try it? These are all."

Wu Min: "..."

"Lin Li, your wings are really hard now, I really can't control you anymore!" Wu Min took a deep breath.

Lin Li arched his arm, patted his biceps, which were significantly more developed than before, and said proudly: "That's right, look at your son's wings, they're hard as hell now."

Wu Min: "..."

The feather duster was broken.

It wasn't because she hit him too hard, but because it had been used for too long, so after hitting Lin Li's buttocks, which he had voluntarily stuck out, a few times, it broke.

At the moment it broke, both Lin Li and Wu Min were stunned for a moment, and then they both laughed.

"You really won't be a child soon. So fast, you're about to be eighteen." Wu Min looked at the broken feather duster, her expression gentle, her eyes revealing memories.

"The laws of our country stipulate that the mother-child relationship lasts for a lifetime and is not dissolved after eighteen. That is to say, I have always been your child. What, Mom, are you planning to abandon me?

This is illegal. If I tell my grandmother you have this idea, you'll be finished! Heh, I can't control you, but can't my grandmother control you?" Lin Li sneered.

Wu Min raised her hand as if to slap Lin Li.

Of course, Lin Li didn't dodge.

So the hand aimed at his face landed on Lin Li's head, reaching out to rub his hair, which wasn't short. Wu Min had a smile on her face.

Lin Li picked up his old acquaintance from his buttocks and found it was indeed difficult to repair. He looked up and said: "Mom, I'll buy you a bigger, more suitable feather duster to hit the current me with this afternoon."

"Buy Mom a whip, one with barbs."

"That won't do. My wings aren't hard enough for that level yet. I'll have to wait until I'm a bit harder before considering it."

"Mom isn't hitting your wings, Mom is only hitting your buttocks."

"My buttocks aren't as hard as my wings yet, so that's even worse. You'll have to wait until I master the Iron Buttock Technique."

"There's such a technique?"

"Of course, Mom, you don't understand this..."

"..."

"..."

The conversation without nutrition continued between mother and son.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 153 =====