Ning Hua likes dairy products, both in her previous life and now. Especially now, since this milk is impermeable and does not contain melamine, she can eat it with peace of mind. Therefore, she has often been asked to make milk cakes since she was little.

, milk tofu.

However, the strange thing is that since Zhiwei stopped breastfeeding, she was reluctant to touch other dairy products. She always vomited every time she was fed. And later, even Ninghua could not touch dairy products because she smelled

Will vomit.

Although Ninghua's appetite for dairy products is extremely strong, no matter how strong it is, it is not as important as her daughter's health, so she has no choice but to give up.

But it's fine now. This time I go to the capital, and I have to stay for five or six days anyway. Let's do some good things, and then have a good time.

"Fu Jin, I think I need to let Gege get used to it slowly, otherwise, what's the point of waiting for Gege to marry to Mongolia?" Seeing Ning Hua cooking delicious food heartlessly, Grandma Li said,

He reminded.

The princesses of this royal family all married Mongolians. Although our little princess is a direct descendant, isn't it because her mother is not favored? If she is a direct descendant, her title will be higher at most, so she won't have to marry a Mongolian?

"Oh, this is a sad topic." I don't know if Zhiwei is lactose intolerant, but lactose intolerance seems to be diarrhea and has nothing to do with vomiting. Moreover, my former colleagues smelled milk and it was nothing.

Yes, unless eaten.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the milk in modern times has more water and people cannot smell it, so the effect is not as good as the milk in ancient times.

"Aunt Li, why don't you try it? Let's see if some milk seeps into this poria cake or yam cake. Let's see a little bit of it first, and then add it in little by little for Zhiwei?" Ning Hua came up with an idea.

"Okay, I'll give it a try, old slave. Why don't you try the jujube and yam cake first? Little Princess usually likes it the most." Grandma Li said.

Under Ning Hua's gaze, Nanny Li picked out the yams with her hands and feet, peeled them, cut them into sections, and prepared them for steaming. While she was doing this, the lady in charge beside her had already picked out half a catty of red dates.

Peel and core, and plan to make jujube paste.

"Aunt Li, look, when steaming, is it appropriate for us to use milk next?" Ning Hua came up with an idea. In this way, the flavor will slowly seep in, and more will be added in the future.

"This can't be done." Nanny Li wiped her hands and said with a smile, "This milk will overflow when it boils. Master, why don't you go back to the room and sit for a while? When the old slave is ready, I will bring it to the master."

The pressure on Fujin here is really too great. He was fine, but when he looked at the other girls who had hit him, the knife almost cut off their fingers.

"No, no, I don't mind being dirty. I changed my clothes today. It's okay." Ning Hua didn't realize at all that she had interfered with other people's work. She also felt that she was being courteous, close to the grassroots, and continued to walk what she thought was a people-friendly way.

route.

"Hey, what is that?" Isn't this the legendary Lipu taro? It's also the kitchen of Zhuangzi, the Seventh Prince. I seem to have watched it in some TV series. This is a tribute and the emperor likes it. Which emperor himself actually

forgotten.

"Master, this is a taro from Fenghua. Aunt Tu's fellow villager brought it to me for a taste." Grandma Li explained.

What's going on with the master? He's actually interested in such a dirty thing. The most important thing is that this thing doesn't belong to her yet. How do you explain this? If Fujin asks, oh, why doesn't it belong to us?

In our kitchen, how should you answer? You can't say that you tacitly allow some servants to bring your own things to the kitchen and cook them before taking them home, right?

Although firewood and other things are really free of money, but isn't this a sign that you don't take your master seriously?

You said you were in the kitchen, so you couldn't sit still, or should you just go back to the house?

However, it was hinted just now, and it seems that the master didn't realize it, alas.

"Boil it and eat it. I remember that it is also delicious when boiled in water, or pressed into a puree and made into cakes or taro cakes, and then dipped in sugar to eat."

I have never eaten Lipu taro in modern times, but I have eaten Fenghua taro. The taste still makes me miss it. One word, good, two words, delicious.

"Master, do you want to try this?" Fujin said that the wind means the rain. It's not that taro cannot be eaten, but this is not making yam cake.

"Yes, try it, Bai Guo'er, take some money and give it to Aunt Tu, and say I want those taros, and treat it as buying them from her. Well, we tried well, and then we can buy some from her fellow villagers, too.

Let's cook something for Zhiwei to change the taste." Ning Hua clapped her hands and smiled.

Ning Hua said here, the yam over there was also steamed. Aunt Li ground the yam into a puree and added glutinous rice flour, rice flour, lard, sugar, milk, stirred evenly, and steamed it again.

"I'm here to help, too." When Ning Hua saw a few people busy, he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to show off his skills.

Although I was a home girl before, but just because I was a home girl, my hands-on ability was still relatively strong. Otherwise, I would have absolutely starved myself to death.

Although the food he cooked was not as good as those of the great chefs in the kitchen, when he cooked it for others to eat, they said it was delicious, so now here, Ning Hua wanted to show off his skills.

"Master, I don't need you to cook in person. Come on, come on, old slave." When Grandma Li saw that Ning Hua was about to take action, she became anxious. Burning down the kitchen was a small matter, but if Fujin was burned, that would be a serious matter.

The lives of the whole family may not be enough to pay for it.

"Yes, Master, you cannot touch the taro skin casually, as it may hurt the skin. Why don't you let Aunt Li and the others handle it? I will accompany you to the house to drink tea and read some books. In the kitchen,

There is too much oil fume, but the smell is not very pleasant." Ging Guo also dissuaded.

If Aunt Jade finds out about this, how can I be scolded by Aunt Jade? What's more, the master is a noble man and wants to eat, so why bother to do it himself.

Seeing that everyone objected, Ning Hua could only withdraw with Ginkgo.

Two-quarters of an hour later, Nanny Li brought out the jujube yam cake, taro cake, and steamed taro that Ning Hua asked for. There was also a bowl of sugar placed near the steamed taro slices for dipping.

Ning Hua picked up a piece of jujube and yam cake and tasted it. It tasted good and the milk flavor was quite strong, but she didn't know if Zhiwei's little family could bear it, so she put down her chopsticks and shook her head.

"Master, can't you?" Grandma Li asked cautiously.

"Of course I have no problem eating it, but Zhiwei, well, as you know, maybe you can give it a try. This is at least better than ordinary milk, or she can smell it. Then the smell will take a long time, or it will slow down.

Slow down." Ning Hua took a piece and bit it carefully while saying.
Chapter completed!