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Chapter 347 : The Nose Is Too Sensitive

She put down the dishes in her hands, left the kitchen and walked to the backyard of the house.

It's late autumn, and the sweet-scented osmanthus trees planted in the backyard are in bloom. From a distance, you can smell a sweet fragrance in the air.

There was still flour in the kitchen, and she picked up some sweet-scented osmanthus to make a basket of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

Under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the backyard, light yellow sweet-scented osmanthus spread all over the ground.

Mu Lingyue returned with a hand full of sweet-scented osmanthus flowers.[

Osmanthus cake is very simple to say and not difficult at all. Many people can make it.

But...it's not that easy to make sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

If the strength of the dough, how much osmanthus should be put in, how much honey should be added, and the steaming time are not controlled well, the resulting osmanthus cake will not taste good.

Because she likes to eat cakes, she can basically make any cake that is not too difficult.

She took glutinous rice flour and added water to start kneading the dough. Then she added some white sugar. After kneading the dough, she kneaded it into small pieces, dug a hole in the middle of the dough, and added honey and osmanthus.

Stuff it in.

After everything is done, it’s time to steam it.

Many people usually consider it done after steaming it.

After Mu Lingyue steamed the osmanthus cake according to her own taste, she took the remaining honey and spread it on the surface. She put a little oil in the pot and put the honey-smeared osmanthus cake in the pot.

After rolling it twice, a sweet and light aroma immediately entered my nose.

Lan Qingyue likes to eat desserts.

The special thing about this sweet-scented osmanthus cake is that it is sweet but not greasy, I believe he will like it.

No matter what, she still has confidence in her cooking skills.

If we talk about advantages, this can be considered one of her advantages.

The aroma of the freshly fried osmanthus cake was very tempting. She couldn't help but take a piece and taste it. When she took a bite, the honey mixed with osmanthus that had been put into the dough flowed out, and the alluring sweetness was there.

The tip of the tongue rolled around, making people want to take another bite.

She nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that her craftsmanship was not unfamiliar.

While steaming the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, she cooked another pot of porridge.

There was a piece of chicken breast and a few side dishes left yesterday, so she cooked chicken porridge with the remaining ingredients.

Finely chopped green vegetables, diced muscle, carrots, green onions...

The aroma that hit her nostrils whetted her appetite. She had been busy for so long in the middle of the night, so she couldn't treat herself badly.

She took a bowl, filled two bowls of porridge, took two pairs of chopsticks, placed a stack of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, and went to "honor" someone with the prepared meals.[

She had just walked to the door when she heard someone's voice coming from inside the room, "Did you make sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

Mu Lingyue stood at the door holding something, thinking to herself that she was indeed a stinky vixen, and her nose was too sharp.

"Well, there is no food in the kitchen, so I just made sweet-scented osmanthus cake and chicken porridge. Your Highness will just eat a little."

Lan Qingyue sat at the table, squinting at her with phoenix eyes, resting her head on one hand, and said lazily, "Bring it here, I, the king, have a look."

Mu Lingyue walked to the table with the food. Lan Qingyue looked up and saw two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks on the plate. She raised her eyebrows and said, "I don't need so many bowls and chopsticks."

Mu Lingyue nodded, put the food on the table, took the bowls, placed one in front of Lan Qingyue and one in front of herself, and then said slowly, "The extra bowls and chopsticks are for the slaves to use."

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