From farming to business

After Yu Feng entered the door, he went straight to his husband, took his hand and squeezed it lightly, looked him up and down a few times, then turned his head to look at the middle-aged man sitting next to him, and called, "Father."

Su Dezhi responded with a smile, and greeted Chang Le who was following him along the way, and asked the two of them to go to rest first, and they can have dinner later.

While talking, Liu Hefang also came out from the kitchen. She was kneading dough just now, her spread hands were still stained with flour, and she came back with a smile.

Su Yongyue was a little embarrassed, pulled back the hand held by the man, and looked at the person behind him in a disguised manner. Seeing that the other person was holding a washbasin-sized oil paper box in his hand, she looked a little more curiously .

Yu Feng naturally noticed his gaze, but he didn't say anything, he just waved his hand behind him, asking people to put the things in the main room first.

He didn't say anything, and Su Yongyue didn't ask too much, the other party looked away as soon as he turned around, but Liu Hefang behind him glanced at the box, showing some understanding.

After sending Chang Le away, Yu Feng rolled up his sleeves and planned to help in the kitchen, but he just fetched water and washed his hands before being kicked out. The whole space is only so big, so let him not get in the way here.

The disliked man touched the back of his head, and had no choice but to move to the door of the kitchen, and moved a small bench to help people wash the vegetables.

As the sky gets late, the warm afterglow on the yard gradually fades, and the black color climbs up to the sky, and the smell of food in the nose becomes more and more intense, some from other people's homes, and some from our own.

Chang Le squatted at the door of the stove and yelled that he was hungry, but was laughed at by the crowd and said that he looked like a beggar on the street.

Yu Feng snorted his hair, and asked someone to go to the main room to clear the table, set up the bowls and chopsticks, the other party always ran fast when it came to eating, and jumped out before he finished speaking.

The dishes prepared by Liu Hefang are certainly not as exquisite as those in restaurants, but they are all the ones that everyone likes to eat on weekdays. Looking at them, they naturally whet their appetites.

Today's weather is cold, vegetables and meat can be put away, Yu Feng bought a lot to keep at home, anyway, he has to go to town from time to time, it is very convenient.

At first Liu Hefang talked about him twice, telling people not to spend money recklessly. Later, when he thought about it, he was still young, and running back and forth all day was hard work. Never mind.

A bowl of birthday noodles covered with eggs like in previous years was put in front of him, and Su Yongyue's whole heart seemed to be warmed by the steaming heat, and he raised his head and smiled at people.

"Thank you, mother." Yu Feng withdrew his gaze from him, turned his head to thank the woman on his behalf, and thanked her for giving her precious twins to him.

Liu Hefang waved his hand to tell him not to say such outrageous things, and when he sat down, he said that when he celebrates his birthday next year, she will definitely make birthday noodles for him.

Before Yu Feng opened his mouth to thank her again, Chang Le who was next to him was not happy, and said bluffingly that she was biased, and he had to have birthday noodles.

Liu Hefang couldn't help laughing out of the flat-mouthed child's appearance, she added chopsticks and put it into his bowl, and said, "I will make him a big bowl with three eggs in it, so that they can't compare with anyone else."

Chang Le, who was deliberately playing tricks, seemed to be coaxed, nodded in satisfaction, stuffed the food into his mouth, and gave his young master a smug look, but was slapped on the back of the head.

He covered his head and screamed in pain, but the others laughed out loud, without any sympathy for him, he covered his head and muttered that no one loves him, this day can't be passed.

Yu Feng gave him a piece of meat and told him to eat it quickly, don't be silly all day long, if you can't pass the time, go back to the town, no one stopped him.

Hearing what he said, Chang Le quickly sat up straight, stuffed the meat into his mouth, puffed up his cheeks and said that this day can't be passed, and everyone gave him food, and he couldn't be happy.

The serious dog-legged appearance drew laughter from the crowd. Liu Hefang smiled and pointed at him, saying that he is simply a treasure, and that he would add a few wrinkles to the corners of his eyes.

"Auntie looks like this, if you add a few sticks, it will look good." Chang Le put down his chopsticks and smiled, taking the opportunity to flatter him.

Liu Hefang pursed her lips and said with a smile that he was really good at talking, and he could only make herself happy, and then she was even more happy when someone told him that he was such an honest person, and he was telling the truth.

Although being poor is a bit poor, but with him as a kid, eating a meal is much more enjoyable, so Yu Feng allowed him to babble, and put vegetables into Shuang'er's noodle bowl by himself, so that people can eat more Some, recently looked thinner.

Su Yongyue glanced at him, and said nonsense in his heart, because of the other party, he has done less heavy work these days, and he has eaten better, and he is definitely two catties fatter than before.

Regardless of the obvious disapproval in his eyes, Yu Feng picked up a few more chopsticks for him, and said softly that his mother made it specially, how sad it would be if he didn't eat more, but before he finished speaking, he thought of something, so he didn't need to answer the sentence Reluctantly, it is not good for the body to eat too much, so it is almost enough.

Su Yongyue frowned at his repetition, and felt strange, could it be that the cold wind made him stupid all the way back?

It seemed that he also felt that his words were contradictory, Yu Feng showed a slight smile, raised his hand to stroke the other person's hair, but didn't say anything more.

A table of dishes was eaten in an atmosphere of several people talking and laughing. Of course, most of them went into Chang Le's stomach. This person's chopsticks never stopped from beginning to end.

Su Yongyue just raised his hand to clean up the dishes on the table, but was held down by the man beside him. When he looked over, the man smiled and motioned him to go.

Liu Hefang didn't stop this time, she just helped to stack the bowls and chopsticks together for people to take, and instructed to boil hot water on the stove, add some to wash, it's cool in the sky.

Yu Feng picked up a stack of dishes and responded, and raised his chin along the way to signal Chang Le to follow him. The lazy man who was lying on the stool saw his eyes and quickly got up.

The strange thing is that when he went out with others, he didn't help to carry the bowls and chopsticks. Instead, he went out with the inexplicable box. Su Yongyue frowned in doubt.

Without waiting for him to think about it, Liu Hefang took his hand and chatted. Being distracted, she quickly put the matter behind her and listened carefully to what people said.

Su Dezhi didn't participate in their chat. He stood up with his hands behind his back and swayed to the door, as if admiring the moonlight, turning his head to glance at them occasionally.

No one came back to pick up the dishes left on the table for a long time, Su Yongyue couldn't help but feel strange, she turned her head and glanced at the door, just in time to meet the eyes of her father who turned back.

The other party came back with hands behind their backs, stopped in front of the low cabinet illuminated by several candles under his suspicious eyes, bent slightly to blow out the flickering candles, and the room instantly became pitch black.

"It's okay." The person pulling him wanted to stand up subconsciously, but Liu Hefang pressed down to let him sit down.

Su Yongyue sat down firmly following her strength, and frowned even tighter in the dark, only to feel that everyone's words and deeds were a little strange today, as if he was the only one excluded.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

He subconsciously turned his head following the tune he had never heard before, and there was a faint candlelight approaching the door of the main room, slightly illuminating Yu Feng's smiling face.

It was he who was singing the tune, and when the deep voice got closer, the slightly stunned Su Yongyue realized it, watching the flickering flames stop in front of him.

"Happy birthday, Yongyue." Yu Feng stopped in front of him, looking down at his dazed face, which was coated with a layer of warm yellow by the candlelight, making it even more lovely.

He went to the town early this morning. In fact, he didn't go to the tailor shop at all, but went to Yu's tea house. A few days ago, he was thinking about what surprises he should give him for the other party's birthday. After thinking about it, he still felt that There is no shortage of cakes.

As a big man, he doesn't usually like to eat those. He only eats them a few times for his comrades in the team on their birthdays. He has no idea how to make them.

But at least there is the common sense that cakes are baked with buttercream, but the biggest difficulty lies in these two things. He once regretted that his former comrades didn't listen well when they said they made cakes for his girlfriend.

The cakes made in this era are of course pure Chinese dim sum, and the cakes are considered Western-style pastries. He just told the chefs in the teahouse that they would not understand, and he had to rely on himself.

He almost racked his brains to find out the few methods he remembered from his extremely vague memory, regardless of the three-seven-two-one, try first.

Fortunately, Yu's tea house has a complete range of materials, most of which can be found, and even if there are a few that don't match, they can be replaced with others, at least he doesn't need to worry about this.

The method of making a cake sounds simple, but it is not the same at all, either the embryo is not formed, or the cake cannot be raised.

At that time, there was no oven for him, so he could only make it by steaming, so there would naturally be a gap. The peizi made were not so much a cake, but a softer cake.

In order to get closer to the cake of his previous life, he spent the whole day in the back kitchen of the tea house, his arms were sore from whipping cream, and he couldn't lift it up.

After spending so much time, it was not in vain. With the help of the experienced pastry chefs in the building, he couldn't do it alone.

Due to his limited ability, he didn't do too complicated things, just spread pure white cream on a cake, cut some fruits and placed it on it, which looked good.

Compared with the ones he had eaten, he was not very satisfied, but Qian Delai looked at the freshness and clamored to sell this new dim sum in the building, so that he would not keep it secret, as he had promised to give him ideas before.

Yu Feng has nothing to do with it, and he also told him the meaning of this thing. It can be made into different sizes, styles and flavors. The cooks in the building should know it after seeing him do it. After all, he is a professional.

No matter how he plans to manage the business, he can finally go back to the village in time. Yesterday he specifically told the Su family's parents that they should go to celebrate Shuang'er's birthday tonight, and everyone should have a good meal. meal.

There are no beautiful candles like handicrafts, only a simple one inserted in the center of the cake, which carries the same heavy blessings.

Su Yongyue didn't understand what this was, but he could see the love and care of these close people from the faint firelight, and the warmth in his heart almost overflowed.

"Close your eyes and make a wish, blow out the candles, and the heavens will definitely hear it." Yu Feng squatted down in front of him with the cake in his hands, and sent his hands forward.

According to what he said, Su Yongyue put his hands together in front of him, closed his eyes in front of everyone, and sincerely hoped that these people he loved would live a safe and happy life.

He opened his eyes and blew out the dimly lit candle, as if his wish could really be conveyed to the heavens as the other party said. He pursed his lips and smiled in the dark, and raised his hand to wipe away the moisture from the corners of his eyes.

Su Dezhi lit a few candles on the cabinet in good time, and the dark hall was lit up again, and several people surrounded the table happily.

The cake made by Yu Feng was cut open, and Chang Le put the small plates prepared earlier on the table, and removed the leftover bowls and chopsticks along the way.

After giving it to the two elders, he handed the third piece to Shuang'er's hands, touching their fingertips together, they raised their eyes at the same time, with smiles on their faces.