Chapter 348

The next day

Zhang Dahai bought all the things Zhang Man'er wanted, including a whole cart of things, in addition to the ingredients for making moon cakes, and the flat iron pot on the oven.

Zhang Man'er looks at all the things and makes a batch of moon cakes to see the effect.

First of all, put the sugar and oil into the wooden basin, add the right amount of flour, and knead them into a ball like kneading flour. Roll them into pieces of dough for use.

Knead the cooked bean paste into a round shape, just like dumplings. Wrap the bean paste with the newly rolled flour cake.

From a distance, the ten or so kneaded moon cakes on the table are like white dumplings.

Zhang Man'er grabs a handful of flour and sprinkles it evenly on these mooncakes.

The last step is to put these round moon cakes into the mold and press them into shape, and then each moon cake is ready.

By the way, I don't know if Xue Yang has finished the moon cake mold. Six molds, in a day and a half, can be good.

Zhang Man'er washed the handle and was about to go out to get it when he saw a graceful body standing at the door of the workshop, wandering back and forth, with a look that he didn't dare to enter.

"Well, when did you come here and what were you looking at at at the door? Come in Zhang Man'er's smiling eyes fell on her. She was afraid of strangers, and her voice was full of banter.

Yang Kexin body slightly a Zheng, lift Mou to go up her Qiao smile Yan Ran's face, instantly relaxed the tension in the heart.

To her, everything in the village was strange, and so were the people in the workshop.

Her cheeks were red and her heart was beating. She was really shy when she saw a stranger.

"Sister Man'er, I've sent you the moon cake mold. Xue Yang just made it, so I'll send it quickly." Yang Kexin raised his feet, not into, not back, some nervous pursed his lips.

Zhang Man'er looked at the cloth bag she was carrying in her hand. She could guess it was the moon cake mold by looking at the shape. She was really sleepy. Someone gave her a pillow. It's better to come earlier than it is.

"Xue Yang has been working hard. It seems that he has to work hard to make these models. Next, he will be even busier. Come on, you come first Zhang Man'er took the cloth bag she handed her, looked at her hesitant appearance, and hurriedly pulled her in.

Although Yang Kexin's hands are white, they are not as smooth as hers. Instead, they have a thin cocoon. At first sight, they are girls who often do farm work at home.

Zhang Man'er took her by the hand and walked around the spacious yard. It was a simple visit to the workshop with Yang Kexin.

A circle down, is a spacious courtyard, a main room, a small kitchen, people come in to see at a glance.

Yang Kexin is dragged away by Zhang Man'er, and follows her to move the lotus step lightly. She walks around in front of these aunts. She is often looked at by their curious eyes, which makes her strange and unaccustomed.

In the small kitchen, the layout is different from the general farm kitchen.

The first striking thing is that the big cabinet in the middle is divided into several layers, which can hold a lot of things at a glance.

There is no water tank in the house, and there is a well in the courtyard, which is very convenient to draw water.

On the square table, there are more than ten dough larger than tangyuan.

"Sister Man'er, is this moon cake?" Yang Kexin curiously looked at this lovely dumpling.

Thought, this is a moon cake?

It looks like tangyuan. It's nothing special, but it's made by Zhang Man'er. There's bound to be something brilliant. Yang Kexin looks at it with bright eyes and hopes.

"Yes, sit down for a while and see me later." Zhang Man'er blinked his eyes. His eyelashes were like a fan, flying up and down. He was very active.

After going out from the kitchen, two meters ahead is the well. Zhang Man'er shakes the wheel of the well, draws a bucket of water from the well and carries it in.

Pour the well water into the wooden basin, pour several moulds in the cloth bag, soak in the well water for a while, and then put them in.

Pick it up again, dry it with a dry cloth, and take it in your hand and look at it carefully.

A few moon cake molds are just the size of a palm. They are round and made of pure wood. The workmanship is exquisite and generous. What surprised her most is the carving at the bottom of the inside. The pattern carving is very good. It's gloomy and there's not a trace of hardness.

Xue Yang's woodcraft is getting better and better. She is very satisfied with the mold.

"Sister Man'er, do you put these round cakes into the mould?" Yang Kexin seems to understand, open mouth asked, just like a curious baby in general.

"Yes, you can watch it. It's very simple." Zhang Man'er took a small ball and put it in the mold. As soon as he turned it over, he quickly pressed it on the table.

Soon a delicate moon cake stood in front of the table, and the three-dimensional patterns showed in all directions. Except for the bottom, the five sides of the moon cake had patterns.

The pattern on the front is exquisite, and the pattern around it is small waves.

Soon, more than a dozen balls, with Zhang Man'er's skillful hand, became moon cakes with exquisite patterns. There were six patterns, each with its own meaning.

"It's so beautiful, sister Man'er. I really have you. I can think of this way. I remember the moon cakes I eat every year. The patterns are very simple and the shapes are not so exquisite. Just because of this appearance, people want to buy them."

"Your little mouth is so sweet. I'd like to borrow your lucky words. Next, it's the last step to turn and bake." Zhang Man'er's face is full of joy, waiting for these works to come out perfectly.

Took a wooden tray to load the moon cake and carried it to the yard.

The oven in the yard looks like an ordinary stove, but its overall structure is twice as small as that of a farmhouse stove. The mouth of the stove where the pot is placed is very small, just enough to drive a flat pot.

There are four sides in the oven hole, and the space is much smaller, which can lock the high temperature.

Zhang Man'er scooped out a spoonful of rapeseed oil, brushed it evenly on the flat iron pot, and then put the moon cakes one by one. The surface of each moon cake should also be brushed with a light layer of oil, and sprinkled with sesame seeds.

After doing this, grab a matching iron pot cover and cover it on the flat pot.

"All right, brother, you come and make a fire." Zhang Man'er turns around and calls to Zhang Dahai, who is busy in the yard.

"Here we are." Zhang Dahai came with a basket of charcoal.

He had been ready for a long time, waiting for Zhang Man'er's order.

My sister said that when the dry firewood is burned, the smoke is too strong, and the baked things are easy to have a smoke smell, but the charcoal is different. The smoke smell is small, and the baked things are crisp and delicious.

He didn't understand it. Anyway, what his sister said was reasonable, so he just did it.

Ignite the charcoal fire, look at the hole of the stove, and keep the charcoal fire burning red all the time.

Zhang Man'er watched carefully. After waiting for a cup of tea, he thought it was almost finished. When he opened the lid of the pot, he smelled an attractive fragrance.