When Dongpo pork was simmering, Dingsheng cake had almost burst, so Dingxiang quickly poured the powder into the mold.

With twelve grooves, all the powder balls were poured in and pressed firmly.

Scrape the surface with a knife to smooth it out, so that the shape of the Dingsheng cake will be better.

After doing all this, put on a steamer and steam over high heat for twenty minutes.

There are no watches here, so I can only rely on Dingxiang to calculate for the time being.

Just as he finished the Dingsheng cake, Sangua ran in from outside with vegetables and eggs.

"Mom, vegetables and eggs are here."

"Look at you, why are you running so anxiously? Wipe your sweat." Dingxiang squatted down gently and raised her hand to wipe the sweat.

"Mom, do you need anything else to help me?" This kid looked addicted to helping him.

Dingxiang smiled helplessly and said, "No more, the kitchen is messy, you go out and play."

Sangua nodded and left reluctantly.

Because there is no free stove, the clove can't do anything for a while, so I can only wait for Dingsheng Cake to be steamed.

Fortunately, twenty minutes didn't take too long, and when she was washing vegetables and beating eggs, she passed by silently.

Dingxiang calculated that the time was almost over, so she stepped forward and gently lifted the lid of the steamer, and a sweet fragrance suddenly came towards her.

He was shocked and quickly took out the mold carefully with cotton cloth and pressed it upside down on the fine cotton cloth on the table.

The demolding was very successful. Twelve square Dingsheng cakes on the table were steaming.

Dingxiang took out the plate, filled six in one breath, and then called in a few children in the yard.

"Mom, is this the new pastry?" This time Lin Zhenzhu rushed to the front and saw Dingsheng cake on the table as soon as she entered the door.

Lin Sangua, who came in later, was not willing to let it go, so she came to Dingsheng Cake to take a look, and then sniffed it hard.

"It smells so good, it smells better than a donkey rolling."

Lin Da Gua Lin Er Gua came late. When they were outside, they smelled the sweet fragrance. After entering the house, they felt the fragrance became stronger.

So the saliva in the mouth began to secrete wildly.

"Come on, try it, each person is one piece." After saying that, Dingxiang picked up one piece by himself.

When I bite it, the taste is rough and a bit glutinous. It is an indescribable feeling. In short, it is very delicious.

Lin Ergua, like Zhu Bajie tasted ginseng fruit, swallowed it whole with delicious food.

Before everyone finished eating, he had already eaten one of them and then looked at the last piece of Dingsheng cake left on the plate.

When Lin Zhenzhu saw this, she bit half of Dingsheng cake while grabbing the plate.

"Little sister, why do you eat so much in every family?!" Lin Ergua said, then she had already pinched the pastry in her hand and stuffed it into her mouth in front of Lin Zhenzhu.

Lin Zhenzhu was so angry that she watched her beloved pastry being swallowed by her second brother. She really wanted to step forward and pinch his throat.

Dingxiang looked at it helplessly and said, "What are you grabbing? There are still six."

Alas, I originally thought that the six people would be taken to the Lin family’s old house later, so that Old Lady Lin and the others would also try it.

Now it seems that the children like to eat so much, so I'd better send it to them next time.

After a while, Dingxiang guessed that Dongpo Pork had almost finished his time and hurried over and turned over.

Then start cooking the staple food. If you have japonica rice at home, you can make porridge or white rice.

When Dingxiang was about to cook the rice, she was stopped by Lin Dagua.

According to his habit of thrift and frugality, it is naturally impossible to let Dingliu live in the sky and dry rice during the day.

Finally, it was only after the persistence of clove that I cooked a little thicker white rice porridge.

Lin Zhenzhu's eyes narrowed when she heard that there was white rice porridge tonight, just like a pair of Moon Bays.

The atmosphere in the kitchen became very harmonious and very good for a while.

"What do you think of this new pastry?" After Dingxiang finished eating, she stepped forward to ask for their opinions.

The answers I got were naturally delicious, and they were amazing.

They have never eaten such delicious pastries since they have grown up.

"Mom, what's the name of this pastry?" Lin Sangua asked.

This question is stumping Dingsheng Cake. Why is Dingsheng Cake called Dingsheng Cake? You will know that it has its own origin when you hear the name.

There are many versions of folk legends, but they are all related to war, so the name Dingsheng cake is given.

The meaning is naturally a good intention.

Speaking of good intentions, Dingxiang wanted to change the name of Dingsheng cake.

Otherwise, she would say it was Dingsheng cake tomorrow, and what would she explain when she asked?

As expected, there should be no legendary story about Dingsheng Cake here.

So, when Sangua asked what the name of this pastry was, Dingxiang shook his head.

"I don't know either, this is a nameless pastry."

"That's it, how about I'll give it a name?"

"Oh? You said." Dingxiang was a little surprised that Sangua actually had such a good mood, so she looked at him with some expectations.
Chapter completed!