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"Let the old lady see, do you feel uncomfortable?" After hearing this, Mrs. Meng waved to Xiaodian behind her and signaled them to go over. Xiaodians were not afraid or prepared at all. They surrounded her with a smile, making the old lady's eyes lit up, their hearts and baby shouted.

After exploring their foreheads, it didn't feel abnormally hot. I was worried and asked the maid to make ginger soup: "Go and cook a pot of ginger soup, and then each person beat an egg to replenish them. Look at these smart and cute children..."

"Yes..." The maid looked embarrassed, but she still went to the kitchen. A Yao saw her embarrassed and headache-inducing expression, so she said, "Sister, I'll cook ginger soup for you."

"That's great, I'm having a headache." The maid didn't give in and took the initiative to pull A Yao to the kitchen.

Break off a large piece of fresh ginger, wash and shave off the dry bark-like skin, revealing a tender ginger color, vaguely exuding a spicy flavor, with scallions rushing to the nose, while ginger is refreshing.

Cut the ginger into thin slices, place neatly in a small dish, and pour water into a pot to bring to a boil.

It didn't take long for the water to boil before steam was released. Put a whole silver ingot-shaped black sugar into the soup. The boiling water immediately became quiet. The brown sugar gradually melted and pulled out a wisp of brownish black, accompanied by the frosting in the pot with the boiling ginger water.

The brown sugar is completely dissolved and the ginger soup turns brown and black, escaping the sweet fragrance, and it is time to scoop out the serving bowl.

The maid thought about today's breakfast yesterday. It was too fine and was not considered. The pancakes and soup and porridge were both staple foods, so she would not have to worry about not being able to feed more than 30 children.

The white dough is already prepared in the early morning. The white dough is rolled into small cakes, smeared with oil and sprinkled with sesame seeds, which is particularly cute.

The maid reached out and hung her hand above the iron pot. When she felt the high temperature in the pot, she quickly slid along the edge with a square-cut piece of fragrant white lard and applied it to the heating stove for a week.

The oil is squeaking and frying the white flour cake. Before the time comes, when the white flour is roasted, the fragrance of sesame will float out, your nose is sensitive, and you can even smell the lard under the sesame seeds.

Taking advantage of the pancakes, I remembered that A Yao was actually just a 7-year-old Douding. Among the children, there was one older than her. She actually caught a seven-year-old girl as a strong man and asked her to cook ginger soup. She was so busy!

"Help check the fire to see if the water on the stove is boiling? I'll do it... have you done it?"

A Yao held the bowl, her eyes slid around, and was blowing a sip when she heard the maid's surprised voice and replied: "Yes, I saw that my sister was sweating profusely, so I cooked ginger soup by myself. Sister, please try it?"

The maid took it with skepticism.

A Yao said: "It's just burned and it's hot. Sister, be careful not to hurt your throat."

Blow away the hot mist and took a sip. The spicy ginger slices and the sweetness of brown sugar were kneaded into a bowl of hot soup, sweet and spicy, "Did you put pepper in it?" asked the maid.

"Yes, I added a little, what do I think of my sister?" A Yao asked.

"It's delicious. Thanks to you, otherwise I don't know when I'm going to be busy." Putting down the bowl, the maid felt her pores relaxed and she wanted to sweat. "Your ginger soup is really good."

Although I don’t understand why there is only one maid in the huge Meng house, it is someone else’s family matter, so it’s useless to ask more questions.

"It was all taught by the teacher." A Yao narrowed her eyes happily, and the tiny light under her willow eyebrows was flowing in her eyes. Wangyue only told her how to make it, but it was the first time to do it. Nothing can be more joyful than the praise and recognition of diners. Even a bowl of porridge or a bowl of ginger soup is the beginning of success.

The maid was surprised: "You plan to be a cook in the future?"
Chapter completed!