With a brain-loving husband [travel]

The appearance of the starry sky pastry was very successful, as if the deep night sky was painted and engraved on the pastry.

What Fang Yun used was the flower juice of purple flowers. If it was thicker, it could create a deep purple tone.Since it was his first time doing it, he was worried about failure, so he only made a small cloud shape, about the size of his palm.

"Husband, try it." Fang Yun pushed the starry sky cake in the shape of a cloud, narrowed his almond eyes and smiled.

Looking at the pastry on the porcelain plate, and then at Fang Yun, Mo Jingcheng took a small spoon, but he couldn't bear to destroy such a beautiful pastry.But facing Fu Lang's eager eyes, he hesitated and dug down gently.

The pastry is also very smooth, like silk.After taking a bite, there is a strong floral fragrance, but it is not the one that hits the nose, but hits the taste buds little by little until it fills the whole mouth.

Mo Jingcheng looked at Fang Yun in surprise, but met a pair of mischievous eyes.

"This is made from the flower juice of the black chrysanthemum, and only my husband can eat it." Fang Yun blinked, "The black chrysanthemum bloomed this morning, so I picked one."

Mo Jingcheng choked suddenly.

When he returned to Xinghua Village during the Chinese New Year, he brought a few black chrysanthemums back and planted them in the bamboo forest of the house, and sprinkled them with nutrient solution carefully.But for some reason, those black chrysanthemums always showed the appearance of flower buds, and they never bloomed.

The buds of the black chrysanthemum are also very beautiful. They are completely different from the gorgeous and huge purple petals. On the contrary, the buds show an elegant tender pink, as noble and independent as a world.

Perhaps this is the reason why a single plant of black chrysanthemum is as high as 500 taels.

Everyone loves its detached appearance, and also loves its secular appearance.

Knowing that the ink chrysanthemum is precious, but Mo Jingcheng planted it only because he saw that Fang Yun liked it, so he cultivated a few more plants, and it was not in exchange for silver taels, so he was not in a hurry.

As time passed, he also forgot, only Fang Yun would go to the bamboo forest to see Moju from time to time.Unexpectedly, Mo Ju appeared in front of him again and was made into cakes and delivered to his mouth.

For a moment, Mo Jingcheng felt that he was eating 500 taels of silver, and it was difficult to chew.

Seeing Mo Jingcheng's expression change slightly, Fang Yun frowned worriedly and asked, "What's the matter, is it not delicious?"

Suddenly, Mo Jingcheng remembered that Fang Yun didn't seem to know the price of Mo Ju, but he was not sure for a while, so he hesitated to glance at the pastry, and asked cautiously: "Yun Bao, Yu Nian told you about Mo Ju's price." Is it the price?"

Unexpectedly, Fang Yun blinked his eyes and asked in confusion: "Brother Yu Nian didn't tell me, what's wrong? Isn't it the same price as the usual bouquet?"

Mo Jingcheng choked again.

It seems that Fang Yun really didn't know the price of the black chrysanthemum, and only treated it carefully as a beautiful flower, so he used it to make cakes.Besides, he saw that there were many roadsides in Xinghua Village, so he didn't think about rare flowers.

"Well, it's just as expensive as a normal bouquet, so don't worry." Mo Jingcheng smiled lightly, and decided to make a fool of herself, "But I also want to see Mo Ju often in the future, so Rainbow Dash will protect the one in the courtyard first." How about a few black chrysanthemums?"

If Mo Ju's true value was known, according to Fang Yun's character, he would have to blame himself again.Besides, as an intelligent robot, what kind of flower can't be cultivated, let alone a mere ink chrysanthemum?

The little husband is number one in his heart.

Although he felt a little strange, Fang Yun nodded obediently, and agreed to take other flower juice to make starry sky cakes.

Each diner has a different taste, and Fang Yun used sweet-scented osmanthus and apricot blossoms respectively.The sweet-scented osmanthus is sweet and clear, suitable for diners who like sweetness; while the apricot blossom is bitter and red in color, and the candied dates put in it neutralize the bitterness, suitable for diners who do not like sweetness.

In addition to starry sky pastries, Fang Yun also launched Shaqima and egg yolk cakes.These unfamiliar names were naturally chosen by Mo Jingcheng and under his guidance.

These pastries are as popular as ever, but this time even the men crowded in front of the restaurant to buy some, which is equivalent to expanding the range of diners, Fang Yun is naturally happy.

But suddenly, an unharmonious voice came out from the noisy crowd.

"What are these things!"

The diners who were desperately trying to squeeze forward stopped immediately and followed the sound to look behind the line.

I saw an old gentleman dressed solemnly standing behind, staring sullenly at the crowd.If you take a closer look, you can find that the old gentleman's hair is a little messy, and his strict clothes are also a little wrinkled.

"Isn't that the dean of Lutai Academy, Du Zunsu? I heard that he has a very weird temper, just like that miracle doctor Gu!" Someone recognized the old gentleman and began to whisper, "By the way, aren't he and that miracle doctor Gu? ?”

"It's not very clear, but I heard that he has always loved pastries, but he hates being crowded in the crowd the most. Why is he here?"

Someone snickered, covered his mouth and said, "Didn't you see that Mr. Du's clothes are a little messy? Maybe he wanted to squeeze in just now, but he is helpless, so if he can't squeeze in, he will be angry!"

The voice was not low, and Du Zunsu heard it clearly, and immediately rolled his eyes in anger.He is the dean of the academy, how could he tolerate such comments from others?

But the upbringing of a scholar made him suppress his anger, and turned his hostile gaze on the pastry stand in front of the restaurant.

Today, in order to make it easier for more people to buy freshly baked pastries, Mo Jingcheng deliberately set up a small stall with tables in front of the restaurant, with different kinds of pastries on it for you to choose.

There were too many people just now, and the pastries were basically sold out, so there were only sweet-scented osmanthus-flavored starry sky cakes and two or three egg yolk pastries left on the pavement.

Du Zunsu aimed at the leftover pastries and walked forward angrily.The crowd knew that Du Zunsu was not easy to mess with, so they all silently stepped aside.

"A good pastry is made like this. It's not a monster, it's not a monster, it's decent to make some fancy things!" Du Zunsu glanced at the pastries, "Why don't you learn from Shangshixuan, who sells them well?" It's a top-notch pastry!"

The crowd fell silent for an instant.

There are also people who can't help opening and tasting the hot ones just after buying them. They only feel that the taste in their mouths makes them linger, which is not as bad as he said.

However, everyone knew that he was the dean of Lutai Academy, and the future path of his own children was in the hands of this old man, so although he felt a little bit aggrieved, he did not dare to protest.

Mo Jingcheng raised his eyes and looked straight at Du Zunsu without fear, without any panic in his eyes.

When he was helping Fang Xiao find a teacher, he had inquired about Du Zunsu's reputation.Among the students taught by him, four out of five can be admitted to the first prize, but the way of teaching is really frightening.

If beating the palm of the hand with a bamboo stick is considered a common method, then it is common practice to copy the book fifty times casually. There are often students who copy books in the morning light on the fifth watch.

There are also some students from well-to-do families who are very dissatisfied. Their parents are either coaxing or doting on them on weekdays. They have never been wronged like this, and there are countless people who resisted because of this.

But Du Zunsu made his attitude clear. There is only one academy in the town, and he has taught nearly a hundred champions in this way. His reputation has long been known far and wide, so he naturally ignores this kind of resistance.

Stay if you want to study, and get out of the academy if you don't want to study, so as not to embarrass yourself.

"Where did you say that, sir?" Mo Jingcheng curled the corners of his lips, but did not attack.

Unexpectedly, the other party would have such a flat attitude, Du Zunsu was stunned for a moment, but decades of accomplishment made him calm down quickly, and finally realized that the behavior just now was a disgrace.

"Are you the shopkeeper of this restaurant?"

He looked up and down the man in front of him.I saw that although this man is a shopkeeper of a restaurant, he has an extraordinary temperament, like a scholar from a scholar's family.But there seems to be a sharp sword hidden between the cold eyebrows, which is extremely sharp, as if it wants to gouge out a person's heart.

"The cakes in Shangshixuan are crystal clear, as if they have become immortals. Not to mention the taste, it is even more refined when tasted with tea. How about yours?"

Du Zunsu snorted disdainfully, and continued: "Just like Yingyan, except that she can cry."

Perhaps it was because he had been teaching for a long time, but Du Zunsu's words were very eloquent. Few of the people beside him could understand them.

Glancing at the stunned crowd from the corner of the eye, Du Zunsu was secretly proud.

Mo Jingcheng replied unhurriedly: "Mr., if the pastry is regarded as the breeze on the river, why should it be contaminated with fireworks and made from the stove?"

Hearing this, Du Zunsu was taken aback for a moment, never thinking that this man would be so clever.

"What's more, the cakes of Shangshixuan have the characteristics of Shangshixuan, and Mofangxuan also has its own characteristics, so why bother to generalize? Besides, the teaching is taught according to their aptitude, and diners have their own preferences. Sir, you may wish to try it and order it later. Is it too late to conclude?"

As he spoke, he took oiled paper and wrapped the last piece of Starry Sky Cake and handed it over, with unclear emotions in his light eyes.

Looking at the fearless man in front of him, Du Zunsu showed a look of astonishment.He couldn't help admiring that this man was able to confront him as if he had read poetry.

But it's one thing to appreciate it in my heart, but it's another thing to accept it, so I glanced at the pastry and still pretended to be disdainful.

Just about to harden his heart to refuse, but the sweet smell wafting from the oil paper attracted him back.

In fact, he was also squeezed into the crowd just now, but the others just wanted to squeeze in, and didn't notice that he was also among them.

Du Zunsu, who likes to taste cakes the most, heard that Mofangxuan had released new cakes, so he couldn't wait to buy them and try them.But helplessly, the book boy who usually buys pastries for him came home on leave, so he had no choice but to walk over with a shy face pretending to be casual.

But just now he was annoyed by being squeezed, and seeing the pastries on the shop being wiped out, he was so angry that he said ironically, but he was really thinking about it.

Du Zunsu hesitated for his own face on the one hand, and the pastry he was thinking about on the other.

After struggling secretly for a while, Du Zunsu gave him a look of disdain, grabbed the pastry in the oil paper, and said firmly: "Since you said so, the old man will have a taste."

Mo Jingcheng smiled lightly.

But just as the pastry was about to be eaten, it was grabbed by an old hand.