After traveling through time, she took her husband to be a food doctor

In the blink of an eye, it was Ding's father's birthday. The day before, Ding Xirui prepared eggs, flour, sugar and oil, and went to An Yumo's house to bake a cake.

She is in the 21st century and likes baking, so she still has a rough recipe in her mind, but the conditions are limited. After careful consideration, she has the materials, but lacks the tools, such as the egg beater for beating eggs, and there is no similar substitute in the kitchen. There is also the container for the cake batter, ordinary porcelain is not suitable, and it may burst. After thinking about it, she asked Chenpi to go to the blacksmith shop to make two molds.

"No words or patterns?" asked the blacksmith.

"No." Chenpi replied.

"Just make two round, flat and thick small buckets?" the blacksmith confirmed again.

"Yes." Chenpi said.

"Okay." The blacksmith was very confused and doubted what kind of snack this thing could be made into.

As for the egg beater, she asked Chenpi to make a few for her using the thinnest wire he could find, and then found some high-proof white wine to disinfect it. In this way, she basically had the tools.

"I can only beat the eggs by hand, which is a bit tiring." She was helpless, but in order to make her father happy, she wanted to try.

That day, Ding Xirui and Banxia came to the An family with a pile of materials. Yumo and Yuxin came out to greet them happily. Yuxin looked very good and more lively. Ding Xirui smiled when he saw that the diet therapy was effective.

"How can we help you?" the two sisters asked.

"Today, I mainly want everyone to help me beat the eggs. Your wrists may be tired," said Ding Xirui.

"What's so difficult about beating eggs?" An Yumo said disdainfully.

"Okay, don't complain about being tired later."

Peel the eggs, add sugar and oil, and then start beating. Ding Xirui was the first to beat the egg. The egg beater made of tangerine peel was very easy to use. The egg liquid soon formed big bubbles and then slowly turned white.

"No, Banxia, ​​come and fight for a while."

Banxia waved her little hands and brushed, and more and more white foam appeared, but the egg liquid was still thin.

"Miss, my wrist is so sore." Banxia couldn't hold on any longer.

"I'll do it." An Yumo rolled up his sleeves and took the bowl.

"I beat, I beat, I beat, beat, beat and beat." An Yumo said as he waved his hands, and the egg liquid gradually became thicker.

"Xi Rui, is this okay?" She was already starting to sweat.

"No, we need to work harder." Ding Xirui said with a smile.

"Then it's my turn." An Yuxin was eager to try.

After all, Yu Xin was young, and her body had just recovered, so she soon ran out of strength. So it was Ding Xirui's turn, and they took three rounds. When the egg liquid had turned into a thick and rich paste, Ding Xirui called for a stop.

"It's really tiring. What on earth are you going to do?" An Yumo said while shaking his hands.

"You'll know in a moment." Ding Xirui replied with a smile.

"Auntie, you can light the fire. The fire doesn't need to be too big, just burn it slowly." Ding Xirui turned around and instructed the cook.

"Yes, Miss Ding." The cook answered. She had been under the supervision of An Yumo recently, taking medicine, getting acupuncture, and losing weight, and she felt much more relaxed.

Ding Xirui picked up the flour sieve and began to sift the flour. According to her experience, one spoonful weighs about 50 grams, and four eggs are matched with about 120 grams of flour. After sifting one spoonful, she picked up the wooden spatula and slowly stirred it. The others watched her silently. An Yumo was impatient, and she couldn't help but said, "Oh, why are you so slow? Let me help you."

"No, I'll do it myself. This batter is fragile and can't withstand Miss An's punches and kicks." Ding Xirui said. With An Yumo's speed, it would be strange if the bubbles didn't disappear.

"Hehe, I don't care." An Yumo sat aside with her hands folded.

After stirring the other spoonful of flour, Ding Xirui brushed a layer of oil on the two molds and poured the cake batter into them. The aunt had already heated the stove, and Ding Xirui wrapped his hands with a thick towel and put the cake batter in.

"Auntie, the fire can't be too big, just cook it slowly." Ding Xirui was afraid that it would burn, so he quickly reminded her.

"Sister Xirui, how long will it take?" An Yuxin asked.

"About two quarters of an hour." Ding Xirui replied.

While waiting, everyone cleaned the used bowls and tools and prepared some fruits. Soon, the sweet smell of cake wafted out. Ding Xirui pulled down the lid of the oven and took a look. The cake had grown and the surface had been colored, so he asked the aunt to lower the heat and bake it slowly.

The cake was finally out of the oven. An Yumo found a thin spatula and watched Ding Xirui slowly peel the cake from the mold. There were two cakes, one was intact, and the other was missing a piece because it was stuck to the mold. The intact piece was wrapped after it cooled down, and the missing piece was given to everyone to taste.

There was no cream, but there was fruit, which was put on the cake and eaten together, and the taste was very rich. It was the first time for everyone to eat such a soft dessert, and they praised it again and again.

"Xirui, what is this called?" An Yumo asked.

"Well, we used wheat flour and eggs, so this is wheat cake." Ding Xirui replied. She couldn't think of any nice and artistic name at the moment, so she just came up with a simple, rough and easy to understand one.

"Maybe I can sell it in my restaurant. The customers will definitely like it." An Yumo said.

"That's fine. When you make money, give me some." Ding Xirui replied.

The next day, Ding Xirui used a knife to carefully scrape off the burnt yellow part of the cake crust, boiled some glutinous taro and mashed it into a paste, spread it on the cake, and then sprinkled a layer of fruit. There were a lot of oranges at this time of year, and Ding Xirui knew that his talent was limited, so he peeled the orange segments cleanly and pieced together a simple smiley face.

It was the first time that Mr. Ding saw such unique snacks, and they were made by his daughter. He was so happy that his beard stood up. But Mother Ding secretly wiped away her tears. She couldn't help feeling sad when she thought that when she celebrated her birthday next year, Xirui would already be the daughter-in-law of another family. Ding Xirui understood her mother's thoughts. In the evening, she took a walk with Mother Ding and said to her mother, "Mom, when you celebrate your birthday next year, your daughter will definitely come back to accompany you and make delicious snacks for you by hand." Mother Ding held her daughter's hand and felt a little relieved.

At the Ding family, Ding Xirui is living every day seriously and saying goodbye before getting married; at the Lin family, Lin Mingxuan is still sitting in the clinic and seeing patients every day.

That day, Lin Mingxuan went out to see a doctor. When he returned, it was already afternoon. He was hungry and wanted to eat a bowl of wontons on the roadside, but the time was wrong and the wonton stand had been closed. He had no choice but to walk into a restaurant. The owner of the restaurant recognized him and, as he was not busy in the afternoon, he personally brought the food and chatted with Lin Mingxuan. At the end, he asked the waiter to bring a plate of snacks and said:

"This is our new snack. Master Lin, please try it."

"Thank you."

The snack was soft and had a rich egg aroma. Lin Mingxuan thought of his bedridden grandmother and said:

"Boss, I want to buy some to take back, I wonder if it's okay."

The boss looked embarrassed and said, "I'm very sorry, the piece you just ate is the last one today. I will send it to you when it's ready tomorrow."

"In that case, then okay." Lin Mingxuan paid the money and stood up to say goodbye.

The boss saw him off and said as he walked away: "Speaking of which, this snack has something to do with Young Master Lin."

"What does it have to do with me?" Lin Mingxuan stopped.

"To be honest, this dessert was made by my daughter's good friend, who is the daughter of Mr. Ding from Bencaotang in Xishi, and your soon-to-be-married wife," the boss explained. It turned out that this was An Yumo's restaurant, and the boss was An Yumo's father.

"Really?" Lin Mingxuan didn't know the relationships between girls in the boudoir, and he had never heard that his future wife had such talents.

"This Miss Ding, your future wife, is a real genius. She cured my little daughter's illness. Master Lin, you will have a virtuous wife." Boss An continued.

"Medical skills?"

"Yes, I didn't take any medicine or acupuncture, I just adjusted the diet, and my little daughter's illness was cured. Don't you think I'm a miracle?"

"Yes, that's it." So much information came at once that Lin Mingxuan needed to digest it for a while.

After returning home from the restaurant, Lin Mingxuan couldn't let it go the more he thought about it. He sent Nanxing to secretly inquire about the condition of the An family's youngest daughter. He began to become curious about his future wife.