Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen

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224 Making a Cake

Beating cream was easy for Father Jian and Mother Jian, but Xiao Hu was getting more and more tired.

After a while, his hands started to ache.

Seeing this, Xiao Lang laughed at him, “Hahahaha, didn’t you say you’re better than me? Why are you so useless? hahaha!”

Being laughed at by his younger brother, who was a few years younger than him, Xiao Hu said angrily, “I’m definitely better than you! It’s just that I haven’t used my strength yet!”

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As he said that, he beat the cream crazily, and his chopsticks quickly hit the wall of the bowl, making a cracking sound.

Xiao Lang was not willing to be outdone. One beat faster than the other, and the whole family looked at them happily.

The cream was quickly finished. Jian Qingqing found two more eggs, took out the yolk, and let them hold the egg white and beat it like cream.

Everyone was puzzled. could the egg white also be beaten like that?

Jian Qingqing just smiled. “You’ll know after you beat it.”

Mother Jian and the others were skeptical. They used chopsticks to beat the egg white like before.

After a while, the egg white turned into sticky bubbles. Mother Jian asked, “Big sister, is this okay?”

Jian Qingqing shook her head and said, “Don’t stop. We have to continue beating.”

Mother Jian obediently continued beating. Gradually, the sticky bubbles turned into a white gelatinous liquid. If they continued beating, they would turn into a cream-like paste. Jian Qingqing saw that she could already stand her chopsticks on the top, so she told them to stop.

This time, Old Man Jian and the others were even more shocked than when they saw the cream. They had never drunk milk before, but they often ate eggs, they had never found that beating them like this could turn them into another form.

Seeing that they were so shocked that their mouths could fit eggs, Jian Qingqing said, “It’s nothing, Grandpa. I’ll make you another delicious thing!”

She beat the yolk, then put in the flour and stirred it evenly. Then, she mixed the beaten egg white into it. She poured it all into a wooden basin, and put it into the oven to bake.

She had built the oven when she used it to make roast duck. Later, when she opened a shop in the county town, she built another one in the county town. The one at home had not been used for a long time, she had thought that she would use it to bake cookies and desserts, but she did not have the time to do it. Now, she could use it to bake the cake.

She heated the oven and put out the fire. Then, she put the cake in, covered the lid, and used the remaining heat of the oven to bake the cake.

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Jian Qingqing waited for about 25 minutes, and when she saw that it was almost time, she took the cake out. At this time, the surface of the cake had turned golden, and it was crisp and soft, emitting a faint fragrance.

Xiao Hu and the others let out a ‘wow’ sound one after another.

Jian Qingqing spread all the cream on it, and in a short while, a simple cake was ready.

She cut the cake into small pieces and gave them to her family to eat.

After the family ate the cake, their eyes lit up. The cream was too greasy, and it matched the cake perfectly.

“Big Sister, how did your brain grow? You can always find these strange methods, and they’re all quite delicious!”

Jian Qingqing giggled and said, “It’s all from my parents! Eat more if it’s delicious!”

Although the family had just had dinner and had eaten double-skin milk and a bowl of cream, they still could not refuse this fragrant and soft cake. Everyone ate a big piece.

Father Jian said with some regret, “It’s delicious, but it’s a little expensive. Those eggs, sugar, and flour are so expensive, so we can’t eat them often. If we sell them, no one will buy them, right?”

Hearing Father Jian’s words, Mother Jian was also a little shaken. “Yes, Big Sister, wouldn’t it be a waste if we can’t sell them? They can’t be eaten as rice, so not many people will buy them, right?”

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