Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1158 - 1134. The cake is quite difficult.

Chapter 1158: 1134. The cake is quite difficult.

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The group finally came to their senses, waving their hands repeatedly: "No, no!"

Qin Yun and He Kuang, mouths full, turned their heads—whoa! Why are there so many people behind them now? Wasn’t everyone standing or sitting just now?

Lun Chuan paused for a moment and could only silently follow Song Tan downstairs.

In the kitchen, the only remaining bowl of rice noodles was taken out of the cabinet by Wu Lan: "Work can wait, these rice noodles don’t fill you up. They’ve all eaten several bowls."

"Tantan too, Xiaolun is busy working, and you’ve already finished eating. Why didn’t you save some for him?"

Song Tan: ???

This isn’t even my mother-in-law yet! Why does it seem like she’s got a filter on him?!

She stared at Lun Chuan, and saw him take the bowl of rice noodles with a slight smile: "Thank you, Aunt... But Tantan asked me, and I said no need—just right, bought some ingredients yesterday, I can make her a cake roll in the morning to try, would you like some, Aunt?"

Wu Lan instantly beamed with joy: "Wow, you can make cake? Great, great, make it, yes you make it... How many cooktops do you need? Do you need a fire? Let Tantan make the fire for you!"

Song Tan: ...

"Let Qiaoqiao make it."

"Tsk!" Wu Lan glared discontentedly: "Qiaoqiao has been busy with her livestream since early morning, it’s cold, and you have nothing much to do, just accompany Xiaolun to make the fire, it’s warmer this way! This kid!"

Song Tan thought isn’t sitting by the neighbor’s fire warmer? She planned to wander by the riverside in the morning to see the cows and sheep.

If it didn’t work out, she could bring back a couple of chickens too; they don’t lay much in winter anyway, having two for New Year wouldn’t be a waste, right?

"I’ll make the fire, I’ll make the fire!" Lun Jing came in promptly: "How can a young girl do such coarse work? Let me do it, I can make the fire."

While urging Lun Chuan: "You eat quickly, after eating hurry to make the cake, Tantan hasn’t tasted your cooking, this won’t do..."

"She has tasted it." Song Tan suddenly interjected under Wu Lan’s urging gaze:

"Aunt, when I went to the Imperial City and couldn’t catch dinner, he took some homemade cakes for me and Qiaoqiao. Before leaving, he even made ice cream, Qiaoqiao still remembers."

Looking again at the topic’s center, Lun Chuan, she sighed: "It’s okay Aunt, you chat with my mom, I’ll make the fire, we can talk a bit."

"Alright, alright..." Lun Jing laughed heartily.

When the kitchen quieted down, Song Tan asked curiously: "Are you making green onion cake rolls in the morning?"

"Yep." Lun Chuan nodded: "If you have other things to do, you can make it in the afternoon."

Song Tan thought it doesn’t matter whether it’s morning or afternoon for the riverside beach, so she sat by the stove: "No hurry, go ahead, I’ll make the fire for you."

Lun Chuan chuckled: "Actually... making cake just requires an oven."

He pointed at the brand-new oven, rarely used by Seventh Uncle, smiling, picturesque.

Song Tan: ...

Alright, alright, I got scolded for nothing!

But watching him sitting there eating bowl after bowl of rice noodles, finally wiping his mouth and washing his hands clean...

Can’t deny it, it’s quite pleasant to watch!

Song Tan then sat back down, watching Lun Chuan take a piece of pork loin from the fridge and start cutting, she began feeling a bit off:

"Do you need pork for cake rolls?"

Lun Chuan was momentarily surprised, then smiled: "I feared you’d be bored alone, so I’m making some meat floss—didn’t you send me the recipe for green onion meat floss cake rolls, remember?"

Song Tan thought I didn’t forget, just never thought you’d make the meat floss yourself...

She was genuinely keen and sat by the stove: "Do you need to make a fire?"

"Yes."

Lun Chuan wasn’t quite used to Seventh Uncle’s hefty vegetable knife, his meat cutting speed was slow.

Meanwhile, Song Tan sat by the stove, casually grabbed some pine dry leaves and lit them with a lighter, clamped them with tongs and slid them into the stove.

Then she grabbed branches piled in the corner—the kitchen uses dry wood for cooking, piled conveniently, easy to use.

Including those branches, they were dry, snapped with a bit of hand strength.

After a few creaks, slender branches broke apart, snapped into sections of two or three pieces, and stacked onto the flames burning fiercely in the stove.

At this point, Song Tan leisurely picked two thick logs and added them.

Raising her head again, Lun Chuan was already pouring water into the pot. Then followed with meat, ginger slices, salt, sugar...

He checked his watch: "About an hour should suffice."

During this time he didn’t idle, turning to take a bowl of pork lard residue from the cupboard, selecting several meaty chunks and chopping them into minced bits again.

"What’s this for? Pork lard stuffing?"

Though Song Tan sent food videos to Lun Chuan, she swiped through lots daily, specific ingredient needs were long forgotten...

With the minced lard residue in proper order, Lun Chuan finally answered: "Besides green onions on the cake roll, you need diced ham for aroma, I worried you might dislike processed foods, so substituted ingredient—minced pork lard for simple garnish, shouldn’t be too bad."

As for what’s next...

Lun Chuan rummaged in the kitchen, finally bringing out a small pot, placed it aside on a gas stove, then a small bucket of milk sent by Big Uncle last night...

With calves already born on the riverside beach, Big Uncle learned a bit of milking skills, increasingly adept now.

Lao Song’s family indulged daily, not many favored milk, so most were brewed with tea leaves by Seventh Uncle as milk tea.

This time without Song Tan asking, simply through her expression Lun Chuan explained: "This cake roll needs a dressing sauce, requiring condensed milk. Just right, the family’s pasture produced good milk... let’s try making condensed milk."

"If it fails, we’ll use store-bought."

He spoke lightly, as if everyone at home could make meat floss and condensed milk, rendering Song Tan’s expression complex.

She truly hadn’t expected Lun Chuan to perfect such things!

"If I crave a bowl of noodles someday, would you start with planting wheat?"

Lun Chuan chuckled: "Impossible! I just want to substitute our own ingredients whenever possible, it enhances taste..."

"Incidentally, no need to consider growing wheat—didn’t you say there’s a few acres of wheat on the mountain?"

Song Tan: ...

She returned to the stove, watching Lun Chuan boil milk with the little pot, leisurely and continuously stirring, the meat and milk aroma permeated the air, attracting a peek from Wu Lan:

"It’s truly challenging, why make so many things for a cake..."

Song Tan expressionless, thought isn’t it indeed challenging, give him more time, he might chop two sugar canes himself to boil syrup.

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