Crispy little husband

"Second, Second Young Master, is this ready?" Aunt Chun held the mooncake exuding heat and fragrance with a dazed expression.

It turns out that moon cakes are made in this way?

Doesn't seem to be particularly difficult?

After doing the whole process with the second son, Aunt Chun felt that if she was allowed to do it alone, maybe she could do it with a few more tries.

Because she already knows how to make the invert syrup that the second son said, how to make bean paste filling, how to make pastry and sugar skin, how to make mooncakes, how to use an oven...

These were all taught to her by the Second Young Master. Without the Second Young Master, how would she, a rough person, know how to make delicate desserts like moon cakes.

Although Aunt Chun didn't taste the mooncakes in her hand, she guessed from the slightly yellowish color on the surface of the mooncakes and the tangy aroma that she believed that the mooncakes made by the second son must taste good.

He took out three plates and put the mooncakes away, and Su Xin filled one of them with four to Aunt Chun: "Aunt Chun, this is for you and Uncle Yuan, thanks to your busy schedule when we return to the Tang family during this time .”

Tang Xi gave money to Aunt Chun and they didn't want it, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, Su Xin thought he would make mooncakes himself to thank them.

Aunt Chun shook her head faster than a rattle: "No matter what, it's our duty to take care of Mrs. Mu, son, and girl, and we should do it. People like us can't eat such expensive pastries as moon cakes. of."

Hearing this, Su Xin frowned, and said as a matter of course: "We are all human, if we can eat it, why can't you eat it?"

The more than [-] years of life experience in his previous life has given Su Xin a mature set of views. Although he is now in an era where there are servants and people are divided into ranks, in his opinion, everyone is the same of.

Of course, he will not force others to do like him, just like he treats pastries made by others.

Aunt Chun was stunned by Su Xin's attitude, her eyes trembled as she looked at the plate: "Second Young Master..."

"Take it, the mooncakes I made don't use fishing nets to return the oil, and you can eat them after they cool down." After speaking, Su Xin left the kitchen with the other two plates.

The mooncakes are ready, and he wants to take them to meet the person who should see them most now—Tang Dong.

Tang Dong didn't go out today, he stayed in his yard all afternoon, I don't know what he was doing.

Considering that Qiong-style mooncakes taste best when they are still slightly warm, Su Xin sent the one for Tang Xi, Su Yu and Su Jia first, and then left with the plate for him and Tang Dong. Go outside the gate of Tang Dong's courtyard: "Little uncle, can I come in now?"

"Brother Xin?" Tang Dong opened the study door and walked out, looking at Su Xin at the door, "What do you want?"

Su Xin held up the plate she was holding: "It's nothing serious, I made mooncakes, and I'll give you some to try."

As soon as Tang Dong approached, he could smell the sweet smell of moon cakes. A similar smell had lingered around him for nearly 20 years. He asked hesitantly, "Brother Xin, can you make moon cakes?"

Su Xin looked at Tang Dong's slightly dazed expression, and smiled: "Little uncle, of course I can make it, and the mooncakes I make don't need to be refrigerated for two days, and they taste just right now."

After speaking, Su Xin broke open a piece of mooncake and passed the plate over.

The skin of the Qiong-style mooncakes on the plate is a bit thicker than that of ordinary mooncakes, and it will not fall off when it is broken. The golden cake skin and the dark purple bean paste filling are not full of oily luster, but a little bit Glossy, looks particularly delicious and attractive.

Soon, a unique scent of red bean paste spread from the plate, aiming at the tip of Tang Dong's nose, tempting him to reach out to the mooncake.

The crust is soft but not tough, crisp but not brittle, and the red bean paste filling is sweet but not greasy, dense and delicate, and melts in the mouth.

Tang Dong's eyes widened slightly. He had never eaten mooncakes with this taste in Luonan Province!

To be precise, since his father passed away, he has hardly eaten mooncakes in a serious manner. Although his brother would bring mooncakes back every year, he was always not interested in eating them alone.

In addition, the pastries eaten by the people in Luonan Province are too sweet, and the mooncakes will contain a lot of sugar, regardless of the skin or filling.

But the mooncakes made by Su Xin won't make people feel greasy after eating. The taste of the bean paste filling and the cake skin merged in his mouth, tempting him to eat one bite after another. One was inattentive, and the other broke into four small pieces. The moon cakes were eaten by Tang Dong alone.

Eating sweet food will make people feel happy involuntarily. Eating mooncakes, Tang Dong recalled the warmth and joy of eating mooncakes and enjoying the moon as a family when he was a child.