Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1161 - 1137. Cake roll and rice noodles

Probably because of a career crisis, Seventh Uncle was working hard at noon, slicing marinated intestines, stewing meat soup, and cutting pork mince, making the whole kitchen smell irresistible.

The red chili oil-covered mince was oily, and the marinated intestines wobbled as they piled on the plate, along with various green onions and spices prepared in bowls, immediately overwhelming the hungry live-streaming viewers—

[Alright, alright, watching people eat since breakfast while I starve]

[Ate rice noodles for breakfast, more rice noodles for lunch, can’t figure out why I’m still so hungry]

[Streamer, tell us your lunch time first, so I can order takeout synchronously]

[Exactly! We need to eat together while watching to fool ourselves into thinking we’re eating the same thing]

[Waaaaah, I’m drooling endlessly]

[Is it intestine rice noodles or minced meat noodles? Pork bone soup rice noodles or vegetarian three-flavor noodles? I want my eggs fried...]

[I want marinated eggs! Why can’t I have one marinated with the intestines, waaah]

Meanwhile, Qiaoqiao set up his phone and left it, thinking he wanted to teach everyone more skills, but Teacher Xin insisted the kids couldn’t handle it.

If that’s the case... everyone should study by themselves!

He’s going to eat cake rolls now!

To not affect the performance, the scallion and meat floss cake roll was placed in the next room by the fire; Condensed Milk prepared a new sauce, and at this moment, Qiaoqiao happily took the brush and patiently spread a layer on the cake’s back.

Then roll it up, slice it open...

"Wow!" A child unabashedly expressed his joy: "Cake rolls like those sold at bakeries! So much meat floss! So fragrant! The scallions smell awesome too!"

Lun Chuan rolled one with silicon paper for him: "Try it."

He handed the second one to Song Tan: "Replacing ham cubes with Pork Lard Residue is my first attempt, see if you like it."

Song Tan thought about it; Seventh Uncle brought back lots of rare ingredients, a big aged ham among them, but...

"Pork Lard Residue is still tastier!" she mumbled, taking a big bite.

It really was delicious.

The uniquely fragrant scallions and meat floss residue were baked on the cake batter, the scallion aroma seeping in, the meat floss evenly distributed, and the Pork Lard Residue cut into small pieces, blending the flavors of fat and crunch perfectly with the sweet cake roll...

Even though Song Tan usually doesn’t like sweet and salty dishes, everyone can accept it in pastries!

For instance, at this moment, Condensed Milk and salad dressing mixed with meat floss stuffed in the mouth, soft, fragrant, and irresistibly delicious!

The only slight flaw was she could tell it wasn’t made with their homemade flour, a blemish on an otherwise perfect enjoyment.

But after eating homemade dishes all year, changing the taste is quite pleasurable!

Even Wu Lan was full of praise, looking at Lun Chuan with admiration:

"Ah, Xiaolun’s skills are impressive! This is much tastier than the cakes sold outside..."

Actually, she hadn’t eaten those outside, but that didn’t stop her from heartfelt praises.

Lun Chuan, on the other hand, felt a bit embarrassed—he cooked all these years to satisfy his finicky self, few tasted it, and even fewer praised him so openly.

As a result, he felt a bit restrained now.

Qin Yun and He Kuang, who were eating quietly, thought to themselves: ...Alright, all the praise we gave before doesn’t count, huh?

...

But no matter how hard Seventh Uncle tried, there are only so many ingredients to pair with rice noodles, and they’re effortless to prepare, so even before the meal started, he wandered over.

Upon arrival, Seventh Grandma was already eating her second piece. Such soft, sweet pastries suited her palate; after all, she had been eating the old man’s food for a lifetime—not bored but indifferent.

This made Seventh Uncle quite envious, determined to learn a few bread recipes himself.

But before that, he needed to ask Song Tan something:

"Tantan, that house builder you had, are they still taking jobs in the winter?"

Song Tan was surprised: "Don’t they usually not build in winter? It’s too cold, and materials are hard to mix properly."

"That was before." Seventh Uncle had done his homework: "I use cement; it won’t be affected."

"It’s not much affected, but the problem is, today is the eleventh of the lunar month, what can you finish in half a month?"

Seventh Uncle instantly became despondent: "I’m just thinking of demolishing the old house before the new year, to be given to Yanping and Xin Jun, so they can start planning!"

"I’ll build a small courtyard for myself, no need for it to be big, just enough for us old couple to live in."

He has an old mindset, thinking that fewer people make big houses feel empty. Not sheltering wind and gathering energy, a lack of vitality not only wears down the house quickly, but also makes people get sick easily.

His intention is good, but truthfully it’s currently not feasible to build.

So Song Tan suggested: "Then let’s do this, I’ll call Old Xu to bring people to measure the dimensions, and we can use the New Year to ask Zhao Fangyuan to create a design draft, then Old Xu can communicate with them to make a budget and arrange for materials."

Zhao Fangyuan may not have the top design skills, but she can genuinely consider everyone’s habits and practical use.

For example, she never used a big rural stove but learned by asking and experiencing first-hand; she managed to make the kitchen perfect for Seventh Uncle until now he can’t nitpick it.

Hearing she would design, although Seventh Uncle felt it wasn’t necessary—everyone in the village can build small rural houses.

He still didn’t refuse.

He nodded: "Alright then, you help to ask."

This inquiry hit the mark for Old Xu: "Sure, starting construction in March, residents can move in by April or May, a small job, just take a truck with people over and it’s done."

"No rush, no rush." Song Tan smiled at Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun: "What do you think, with Seventh Uncle preparing to tear down the house, do you also want to hire a designer?"

Zhang Yanping’s heart was ablaze, and Xin Jun was full of ideas.

Before they could hesitate, Song Tan asked: "Do you need to borrow money to build a house? You can borrow 500,000 yuan each, with no interest for ten years."

Hehe, not to mention Zhang Yanping’s strength, he probably saved a lot himself. Even if Xin Jun builds a house, at least for three or five years, he would have to stay home!

Qiaoqiao’s current success is inseparable from their amazing Teacher Xin!

As Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun exchanged glances, both having wealthy families but unable to ask for money, they nodded repeatedly at the offer: "Borrow!"

Not troubling two hosts with one matter, they decided their rural villas should be handed over together as well!

The price may not be the lowest, but from Song Tan, they could see it truly required no worry!

But that being said, even Wu Lei has started earning, then Teacher Xin and Zhang Yanping need some side income channels, right?

Song Tan thought a bit and said: "Have you considered doing a bed and breakfast?"

Now that the most challenging transport issue is solved, if the village gets lively next year, the vegetables everyone grows gain some fame, the skillet meals and bed and breakfasts could have developmental potential.

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