Next to the pavilion near the water, there is a small clear pond.
There are some water plants planted in the pond, and their graceful waists are swaying in the breeze.
Waves of scent of osmanthus, blown by the wind, floated into Gongliang's nose again, and he couldn't help but look at the golden osmanthus.
Golden osmanthus is planted on the edge of the wall, about twenty meters high. Three people hug it. The bark is rough and gray-brown.
Although the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, in Dahuang, a land with no distinct four seasons, the leaves of golden osmanthus are still lush and green.
The golden osmanthus blooms in the green leaves, densely packed in clusters, like green leaves dotted with bits of gold, and looks extremely beautiful. Although it does not have the beauty of roses, the mystery of epiphyllum, the nobility of peonies, and the beauty of lotus
Simple and elegant, but with a unique sweet fragrance, it can bring people to a magical realm.
Gongliang looked at it and asked, "Is this golden osmanthus brought by Master from the East?"
The old Confucian nodded, "When I came to the wilderness, I brought this from home. I didn't expect that it would survive. I never thought that not only would it survive, but it would also grow as powerful as this land. It's true that the soil and water support the people!"
If it were in my eastern land, this tree would never have grown so tall and majestic."
"This osmanthus is also good. It can be used to make osmanthus wine, osmanthus tea, osmanthus sugar, and osmanthus cakes. I would like to ask the master to take some osmanthus back to me so that I can make some osmanthus cakes to satisfy my craving."
"You can also make sweet-scented osmanthus cake?" the old Confucian asked in surprise.
"Won't."
Gongliang shook his head and said honestly: "But I think it shouldn't be difficult. It's just grinding osmanthus into powder, mixing in some flour, and adding some honey. Even if it's not done well, it won't be too unpalatable."
"Ha ha ha ha"
The old Confucian burst out laughing when he heard this, and said: "You'd better give up your thoughts of making sweet-scented osmanthus cake! My old servant just made some sweet-scented osmanthus cake for me, and asked him to bring it to you to try."
After hearing this, the old man who had been waiting silently got up and went to the room to bring a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
Before eating it, Gongliang smelled the scent of osmanthus coming from the osmanthus cake. This immediately attracted the attention of Migu, Yuangun and Xiaoji.
The sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the plate is moist and soft, looking like a thick yellow-white jelly, and it also has a strong fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.
Gongliang boasts that he is not capable of this craft. He can only make it a little rough, using flour, sweet-scented osmanthus, and honey to press it.
He picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and tasted it. It felt soft, sweet and delicious, and had a special fragrance. Even after eating, the fragrance still lingered and the aftertaste lingered. At this moment, he tasted it here and there.
Osmanthus cake, filled with the fragrance of osmanthus, looking at a tree of golden osmanthus, what a pleasure it is!
Gongliang suddenly remembered a poem called "Bu Chan Palace" in his mind for no reason:
"The fragrance of the sweet-scented osmanthus makes me sleepless. I feel that I am in the Guanghan Palace. I recall my home, my concubine's old travels, and the auspicious dragon brain is hidden under the leaves.
Unbearable, the west wind rises at midnight. When the wind blows (read: chop), thousands of silk threads fall down. When I come to Xiaoxiao, I am in the lonely garden. I am surprised to see that the ground is covered with gold. "
Although this poem does not conform to the current situation, the description of the sweet-scented osmanthus is exactly the same.
"Daddy, I want to eat too." Migu couldn't help but said to daddy.
"I want to eat too, Gong Liang." Yuan Gungun also moaned.
Even the little chicken poked its head out from Yuan Gungun's side and chirped: "Mom, I want to eat too."
Gong Liang glanced at a few guys. They were all foodies, and their heads popped up when they saw something delicious.
He didn't want to feed them at first. After all, he was in someone else's house and he had to take into account the identity of the guests. But when he saw a few guys were so greedy that they were drooling, he couldn't bear it. So, he took a few pieces of osmanthus.
He put the cakes in his hands and gave them one to each of them. The little Mi Gu guy held the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, bulging his little mouth and eating bit by bit, squinting his little eyes, not to mention how happy he was.
Yuangun took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and swallowed it in his belly. He only felt the faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus lingering in his mouth, and he didn't even have time to taste it.
He couldn't help but scream to Gongliang: "Gongliang, I want to eat more."
Gongliang slapped it away. Does this fool think this is something he made? It tastes good if he can try it. Do you still want to eat as much as you want?
The little chicken was obviously much more well-behaved. It bit into the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that Gongliang gave it and ate it slowly. While eating, it raised its head and looked around vigilantly in case a good friend came over to get it. This kind of thing is greedy.
It’s not like Yuanyuan has never done it before. He can also say very nicely: "Little chicken, you have too much food, let me help you eat some."
After the chick learned several lessons, he became very careful with his good friend when eating.
There was also some sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the table. Yuan Guangan felt the lingering fragrance and sweetness of the sweet-scented osmanthus in his mouth, and he became more and more eager for the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
Finally, he couldn't help it anymore and cried out again: "Gongliang, I also want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake."
Gongliang glared at it angrily, "We'll talk about what to eat when we get back."
"I want to eat it now." There is no way I can eat this when I go back. Chubby is not stupid.
"Little friend, why do you, little beast, keep barking?" the old scholar asked curiously.
Gongliang replied helplessly: "This fool, after trying the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, he still doesn't feel satisfied. But his appetite is too big, even if I give him all the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, it won't be enough, so I don't give it to him. You see, now it is
Are you getting angry with me? I wonder how Master made this sweet-scented osmanthus cake? Please also give me some sweet-scented osmanthus so that I can go back and make some for them to eat?"
"Are you sure you want to do it yourself?" the old Confucian said with a strange expression.
Seeing his expression, Gongliang felt that his proud cooking skills for many years had been insulted (read: five), and then he took out an extra large and extra thick mooncake from his treasure bag and put it on the table, saying: "Master, this is
Please try my homemade mooncakes and see how they taste?"
"Did you do it yourself?" the old Confucian asked in surprise.
"Of course." Gongliang said proudly.
The old Confucian picked up the extra large and extra thick moon cake, smiled and said: "It is indeed like the round toad moon, but a little bigger. It is like the style of the Great Wilderness, everything is not big. It is so big that I can't finish it. Mo Li, you
Come and try this little friend’s craftsmanship.”
He tore off a corner of the oversized mooncake in his hand and gave it to the old man named Mo Li.
Mo Li held the mooncake handed over by the old Confucian with both hands, tasted it and said, "It tastes really good."
The old Confucian also tried it and praised Gongliang's skill in making moon cakes.
The extra-large and extra-thick mooncake was really too big for him. After eating a few bites, the old Confucian put it on the table and said, "There are two ways to make this sweet-scented osmanthus cake. One is more complicated and does not use flour.
It’s glutinous rice flour. There is no such glutinous rice in the wild, and most of it comes from the eastern soil. But in recent years, the eastern natives and the desert people have begun to grow it. However, the glutinous rice for this sweet-scented osmanthus cake is not bought from those people, but from those people.
Planted by the old man himself.
This kind of sweet-scented osmanthus cake needs to prepare ingredients first, make cooked flour, make cake powder, make sugar, make heart seeds, and make sweet-scented osmanthus.”
There were a lot of preparation methods. Gongliang’s head felt swollen after listening to them, and he quickly said: “Master, let’s make it simpler!”