Sweet entertainment circle

After the person on the opposite side cut off the phone, He Ming still couldn't get enough of it. The "beep" sound rang in his ear for a while, before he reluctantly took off the phone that was still attached to his ear.

Thinking of what Huo Xiao said on the phone, the nest of rabbits in He Ming's heart jumped happily. He rubbed his hot face, secretly thinking sweetly: Your Highness treats me so well, why is my luck so good? Woolen cloth?

In the living room, Song Yaoyao, an internet-addicted girl, was scrolling through Weibo while thinking about the honeycomb cake that she couldn’t eat today. It's boring.

"Xiao Yu, who is your brother's favorite?" Song Yaoyao thought hard for a long time in the living room, and when she rolled her eyes, she focused on the little girl He Yu.

He Yu, who also didn't get any cakes today, was also in a bad mood, and didn't want to talk to the person who robbed him of cakes. Hearing this, he just glanced at Song Yaoyao with eyes like an idiot.

Song Yaoyao: "..."

My God, why is there such a big difference between children born to the same parents? The elder brother is so gentle and cute, but the younger brother is so cold and arrogant?

"Ahaha, actually, I know Brother Ming's favorite person is Xiao Yu's younger brother!" Song Yaoyao observed He Yu's face while talking, obviously this sentence got the kid's attention, and she continued to insist: "If Xiaoyu makes any request, Brother Ming will definitely not refuse..."

The precocious child He Yu tilted his head, gave Song Yaoyao a defensive look, and interrupted her: "So, what do you want to do?"

"Hahaha, it's nothing..." Song Yaoyao, who was seen through his carefulness, was so embarrassed that he almost lost his words. After thinking about it, anyway, his carefulness was discovered by others, so it would be better to smash the jar, "Xiaoyu didn't taste the honeycomb cake today. , are you disappointed too?"

He Yu is never tired of eating the cakes made by his brother. Today, when he watched his brother live broadcast, the greedy worm in his little stomach was hooked to the sky. When he heard these three words, he subconsciously licked it. lick lips.

"Think about it, brother Ming will go to school tomorrow, and as his fame grows, he will become busier and busier. He will definitely not have much time to make cakes for us, so now we When he has time, eat more cakes made by him..."

Song Yaoyao blah blah blah blah blah blah for a long time, talking dryly, but He Yu, who neither responded nor refuted, stared down at the same page in the comic book, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Forget it, I guess you used to eat cakes made by Brother Ming, and you're not like us starving ghosts..."

Song Yaoyao drank her saliva, she couldn't say that He Yu was going to show off her cuteness, so she had no choice but to get discouraged, but in the middle of the sentence, the child who had been silent all the time suddenly said, "You... what you just said is true Well, brother won't make cakes in the future?"

"Who said that?" He Ming, who was coming out of his room, happened to hear what his younger brother said, and immediately retorted: "Whenever Xiaoyu wants to eat brother's cake, brother will make it for you."

"Brother Ming, are you in a good mood now?"

Song Yaoyao looked He Ming from head to toe, tsk, this unstoppable joy is from the inside out, it's hard for people to ignore it.

He Ming was a little embarrassed, nodded, and didn't want to continue this topic, "Xiaoyu likes mung bean cake the most, Yaoyao, what flavor do you like best, I'll make it later."

My God, I am super happy if I have cakes. I didn't expect to order food?

Song Yaoyao was a little excited, "Can I order any flavor?"

"It can only be the taste of the few ingredients you bought last time. For girls, I can recommend you one, caramel red date cake. Autumn is here, eating it can replenish energy and blood..."

"Ming...Brother Ming, can this be used as a tonic?"

"Of course." He Ming took it for granted, "Many ingredients used to make cakes can be used as medicine. As long as the ingredients are used properly, the medicinal effects of the ingredients themselves can be guaranteed."

In the previous life, He Ming was able to be promoted from a small pastry chef to Shang Zheng in the Honey Cake Bureau. Among them, the care of the Third Highness was indispensable, but more importantly, he relied on his really convincing pastry making skills. , about putting medicine into cakes, is also a precedent he created.

In the third year after he entered the palace, Concubine Shao became pregnant again, but was pushed into the green pond in the Imperial Garden. with.

But the long-term decoction did not improve Concubine Shao Guifei's health. On the contrary, because the daily essential decoction lost her appetite, she either vomited or couldn't eat every day.

After half a year like this, Concubine Shao Gui couldn't even take the medicine, and she could barely eat a little snack made by Honey Fried Bureau every day.

Naturally, He Ming was in a hurry, until one day when he was thinking about a new cake recipe, he suddenly had a thought: Since all kinds of flower petals and fruits can be put into cakes, why not put medicines into cakes too?

After several discussions and attempts by the imperial physician, He Ming's suggestion was approved, and Concubine Shao's health has indeed improved a lot.

Since then, in addition to serving as desserts, many pastries of Honey Fried Bureau have also had a lot of medicinal value.

In Song Yaoyao's view, pastries are snacks like spicy strips. The only thing that is a bit more advanced than junk food like spicy strips is that they can fill the stomach. The side effect of high-calorie snacks is also fatal-weight gain.

In the end, the little brother told her that pastry is not only a delicious snack, but also nourishes the body, and it can be used as medicine!

Song Yaoyao was silent for a long time, she felt that she was very healthy, and she definitely didn't need to supplement her qi and blood, just...

"Brother Ming, then, is there that kind of cake that...you can lose weight after eating it?"

Sure enough, the beauty of women has been the same since ancient times.

The women in Dazhao also pay attention to thinness for beauty, so many concubines in the harem pay special attention to their diet. As Shang Zheng of the Honey Fried Bureau, He Ming has put a lot of effort into this aspect.

"Yes, but this kind of cake is very troublesome to make, and the taste is not as good as other cakes. In fact, the cake I made has noticed the matching of materials, and the amount of sugar and calories will have a balance, so in fact You don’t have to worry about gaining weight after eating.”

My God, my mother no longer has to worry about me gaining weight after eating desserts.

Song Yaoyao was so happy that she burst into tears, and she would no longer feel guilty about eating my little brother's cake, "Then Brother Ming, let's make caramel red date cake, the name sounds sweet."

Caramel red date cake sounds like a pastry with high sugar content, but it is not. Caramel is made by frying brown sugar with lower purity than white sugar with corn oil. The cake is not made of flour, but mixed with diced red dates Cook the oatmeal together until it is half-cooked, then sprinkle the diced apples mixed with the banana paste, and after filling the cake, put it on the steamer.

In fact, the caramel red date cake does not use much caramel, but the cake tastes very sweet and very fragrant.

In addition, in addition to making glutinous rice cakes and caramel red date cakes, He Ming also made lemon cakes and sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. He Naibaitu originally planned to make a batch of cakes at night, and gave them to classmates as meeting gifts when they went to school tomorrow. That's why Zhao Xiaotian arranged the live broadcast in the morning.

He Nai Bai Tu, who is in a great mood, has made a lot of cakes in particular, starting at [-]:[-] pm and continuing until [-]:[-] pm.

Song Yaoyao, who was completely unscrupulous, learned the lesson from last time, after wolfing down two yuan to satisfy his hunger, he gnawed on it little by little, and he never stopped after the first batch came out of the pot.

Satisfied Song Yaoyao endured for a long time but still couldn't hold back, and posted a Weibo.

Tao Zhiyao: Whether it's an earthquake, a flood, or the end of the world today, if I ate enough of my little brother's cakes, I feel that I will die without regret.The most important thing is that the little brother said that the cakes he made will not make you gain weight, and you can eat as much as you want.Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Attached picture: He Ming's faceless kitchen photo, a single photo of four pastries.

Because Song Yaoyao is not important, she has been in Haitian for so long, and she is like a handyman. Apart from some artists and assistants of Haitian, the people who follow her are some funny food bloggers. Because Wenwen doesn't like her very much, she doesn't like her Her assistant returned to the customs, but He Ming didn't pay much attention to Weibo at first, didn't take it to heart, and didn't pay attention to her Weibo.

Therefore, Song Yaoyao's Weibo has not been certified until now, and her fans are pitifully small. It is completely a small and transparent microblog in the Weibo world.

That's why Song Yaoyao dared to post on Weibo without any scruples.

However, since the benefactor has followed his Weibo, He Ming has completely fallen in love with using Weibo. After making the cake, he was exhausted, but when he remembered that the benefactor of his family was coming back, he felt a little nervous. Excited, after swiping the homepage of his benefactor's Weibo back and forth no less than [-] times, the clingy Milky White Rabbit finally couldn't hold back, and secretly sent a WeChat message to his benefactor.

——When will you be back?

The expectant Milky White Rabbit waited until it was full of fear and trepidation, but did not wait for a reply from the benefactor.

Your Highness's call in the afternoon was to ask yourself to be more clingy to him, right?

After Milky White Rabbit recalled the phone call with the benefactor ten times in the afternoon, he was sure that the benefactor really condoned and encouraged his clingy nature.

Just when Milky White Rabbit plucked up the courage and decided to call the benefactor, the benefactor's call came.

The patron always speaks straight to the point and bluntly: "I'm getting off the plane."

Milky White Rabbit felt her heart pounding in her throat, "You didn't tell me the exact time earlier, otherwise I would be able to pick you up."

"Little brother is a big celebrity now..." The person opposite seemed to hesitate for a while, "Or are you just so impatient to see me?"

Little did he know that the gold master was flirting, Milky White Rabbit nodded honestly, "Thinking about it, especially thinking about it."

Master Hawking who was teased back: "...Since you want to see me so much, as the sponsor, I will definitely satisfy you. I won't go home yet, let the driver take me..."

"Don't, don't... I... I'll call Brother Zhao, I'll go see you... lest he blame you for breaking into the house when he arrives."

Master Hawking on the other side of the phone paused, his face darkened quickly, "Wait for me a moment."

Before Milky White Rabbit could answer, Mr. Hawking picked up the phone, and found the phone number marked "Ms. Z" from the address book, "I heard that you want to sue me for trespassing?"

Zhao Jinpai, who received the call, was taking a mandarin duck bath with his boyfriend, and continued to have a turmoil like glue. When he picked up the phone, he connected without looking at the notes. As soon as he heard the voice on the phone, the slightest desire for makelove was gone. , pushed Chu Lang away, got up and walked to the balcony, "Oh, I thought it was someone, it turned out to be Huo Ershao."

Mr. Hawking is now fully satisfied that he is his milk white rabbit, and he doesn't want to talk nonsense at all, "I arrived in City A and just got off the plane. Madam Z, will you give me a pass and let me say hello to someone? Or let me abduct him , By the way, the kind that won’t be sent back all night?”

The author has something to say: I am going to be [-] million, do you want to praise me?