Flower cake

  Flower cake

  The silk cloth was lifted, revealing a delicate small plate inside. On the plate were arranged seven or eight pieces of dim sum. Although there were many petals, they were not wasted and only used to make these few pieces. The quantity may be small, but the appearance is extremely exquisite.

  Pale pink, pale green, pale yellow, each color has a few pieces, the shapes are also different, but they all make people's appetite open.

  The old lady hadn't eaten much, but when she saw the pastries, her heart was delighted. She picked up a pale pink butterfly-shaped pastry and lightly bit into it, the crispy outside wrapping around the filling made with pickled flower petals inside.

  "This flavor......" The old lady's face showed a look of surprise, and the young master looked at her with envy, not even noticing that she was glaring at him. He reached out and grabbed the largest piece, taking a big bite.

  The crispy crust is fragrant and delicious, melting in the mouth as soon as it enters. The filling inside is even more amazing, with a sweet and floral flavor, and a hint of tender crispness.

  "What is this?" Yin Haicheng stared blankly at the pastry in his hand, looking at the red filling in the middle, trying to figure out what it was made of.

  "Back to Master Hou, these are the flower petals that Seventh Young Master brought back with us servants this morning. Last night's strong wind made many flowers fall in the garden, and Seventh Young Master thought of Old Madam's love for flowers, so he had us pick some to make a dessert, also to avoid Old Madam seeing the fallen flowers and feeling sad."

  The old lady loves flowers, everyone in the Hou Mansion knows it. Yin Haicheng nodded. This sentence would not be more pleasant even if Yin Ruofei said it himself. Yin Ruofei looked at Zilong with a smile, his eyes full of praise. Obviously, he had never said these words before, but Zilong somehow managed to think them up and say them for him.

  "Is this what you came up with?" A hint of a strange expression flashed across Yin Haicheng's face.

  Yin Ruofei's heart moved, but his face showed a honest and silly expression. "Son doesn't understand these things, it's just that this morning when I passed by the garden, I saw a layer of flower petals on the ground, thinking that grandmother loves flowers, seeing the fallen flowers all over the ground must be very heartbroken. But son also has no way." Yin Ruofei looked at the old lady behind him with some embarrassment, "Actually, these were all thought up by Zi Ling sister, she also wanted to make grandmother love son more, so she said it was son's idea..."

  "Good boy, you're still young, it's already great that you thought of your grandmother." The old lady looked at her grandson with even more affection and joy on her face when she heard him honestly say it wasn't his idea. It didn't matter who came up with the idea or did it, what mattered to the old lady was this heartfelt gesture towards her.

  Yin Ruofei stole a glance, and Yin Haicheng's face showed a look of relief. As a military general by birth, he naturally disliked his son behaving like a woman, but upon hearing it was Zi Ling's idea to make him closer to his grandmother, he actually felt comforted.

  Zi Ling was also clever, and although this idea was indeed thought of by Yin Ruofei, since the young master said so at this moment, he naturally had his reasons. She was stunned for a moment, then smiled and apologized, "Old lady, Hou Ye, I also have good intentions, but it turns out that Seventh Master has been exposed, this is my fault!"

  "You little scamp, openly begging for mercy, but secretly praising your own master, you deserve a beating!" The old lady scolded with a smile. Zi Ling was originally her maid who had left her household, so she naturally had more boldness and closeness than others. Seeing that she was wholeheartedly devoted to her master, the old lady deeply felt that this person had not been misassigned.

  "Alright, Little Seven has been here for a while now, and we've had dinner. Let's get going and prepare the things you need for school tomorrow!" The old lady also knew that her place was dull, and children would naturally find it boring, especially since she had some matters to discuss with Yin Haicheng, so she spoke up.

  Yin Ruofei bid farewell to Old Lady and Marquis Yin Haicheng with Zi Ling, and left Fushou Garden.

  Heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, today's trip was worth it after all.

  Entering the dormitory, Yin Ruofei suddenly felt a wave of fatigue for no reason, and her head was also slightly dizzy. However, thinking that she would be going to school tomorrow made her feel very happy.

  "Seventh Master, have a bowl of ginseng soup first." Just now when Yin Ruofei rushed in, he slightly shook Ziling and saw clearly that his serious illness had not yet recovered. He hurriedly took out a bowl of ginseng soup that had been simmering all along.

  This is the red jade ginseng that Old Lady gave yesterday, although it was said that Yin Ruofei could also eat it, but being careful and cautious, only a few thin slices were cut, paired with a mother chicken that has been simmering on the stove, at this time when the chicken meat is tender and the soup is rich.

  "It smells so good." Yin Ruofei had eaten a lot at the old lady's place in the morning and was still feeling quite full, so he didn't want to drink it, especially since the ginseng soup was somewhat bitter and not to his liking. However, as soon as the bowl of ginseng soup was brought over, Yin Ruofei felt a wave of fragrance wafting up, which suddenly made his stomach, which had no room for anything else, squeeze out a bit of space.

  The soup was slightly hot, and the oil on top had been skimmed off. On the light yellow chicken broth floated a few pieces of nearly transparent red ginseng, looking very appetizing.

  She took a light sip, and the fragrance instantly filled her mouth. The chicken soup was rich and savory, but not greasy at all. Instead, due to the presence of ginseng, it had a hint of subtle bitterness that was just right. She didn't know how this chicken soup was cooked, but the craftsmanship was excellent. She remembered that in the years before he got into trouble, his second sister had also sent him a pot of homemade chicken soup through someone, but the taste couldn't be compared to this at all.

  However, Er Jie Tang is a rare straightforward person, although the soup is not cooked well. Unfortunately, for him...

  Drinking the chicken soup in big gulps, I also chewed and swallowed a few slices of ginseng. The bitterness of the ginseng mostly dissolved into the soup, and the feeling of rolling it around in my mouth was like eating flower petals.

  "Speaking of flower petals, 'Sister Zi Ling, your craftsmanship is really good.'"

  Zi Ling smiled with a pout, "This wasn't done by me, it was done by Zi Yun."

  "Zi Yun... can also make soup?"

  "Of course! Not just the soup, but also today's flower-shaped cake was thought up by Zi Yun. Otherwise, I would have a headache!"

  Yin Ruofei was taken aback, it was really beyond his expectation. He didn't think that Zi Yun's dull personality would be good at making such delicate and intricate pastries and soups. He thought they were all made by Zi Ling.

  However, Yin Ruofei smiled and thought that Ziliang was overestimating her. She's just a teenager, no matter how talented she is. With someone serving her all day, where would she have the time to study cooking? Her meals are all taken care of by her old chef anyway.

  The old cook was personally selected by Mrs. Dai Lin as a dowry to take care of her only son in the temple. She is highly skilled in cooking and very loyal, otherwise, at this time, Yu Fei would have been poisoned long ago.

  "Has Seventh Master forgotten? Zi Yun is indeed the daughter of Kitchen Aunt Chen!" Zi Ling said with a sly smile.

  Yin Ruofei was taken aback for a moment, then smiled. "You didn't mention it, I really forgot." It turned out to be mother and daughter, no wonder Zi Yun's craftsmanship is good, but he didn't forget, he just never cared about how Zi Yun was doing.

  Those who were good to him in his past life but were implicated by him will not be harmed by him again in this life.

  Yin Ruofei is no longer a child and doesn't have the mind to go out and play anymore. Someone sent by Xiaolin's family brought over a set of books that are needed for tomorrow's home study. They're very simple, basic books, nothing more than three hundred characters or so.

  Yin Ruofei ran his hand over the cover of the book, the new book still had a strong scent of ink, which made him put it to his nose and take a deep breath.

  It's great to be back in the past again. This time he must live a life with dignity.