12dz Chapter 179 Happy Birthday
Chapter 179 Happy Birthday
Lin Jiaojiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry when listening to Fu Qiu's words, and silently mourned for Fu Ling in her heart. Her brother's arm was so crooked that it couldn't be bent anymore.
"Don't bother Sister Ling about this. I have my own arrangements. Now go and have a rest."
However, he did not let go of her hand. Instead, he looked at her with pleading eyes. She could not resist and had to take him back to her room to rest together.
On the other side, in Fu's mother's room, the two were lying on the bed. Fu's father couldn't sleep yet, so he chatted with Fu's mother, who was also not sleepy.
"How do you know Jiaojie wants to renovate the house and sell it?"
"It was your precious son who mentioned it to me, so I knew what he was planning."
"What ideas could he have? Isn't it because Qi'er married to a place where she is unfamiliar with the place and wants us to stay with her more? When the baby is born, I will definitely come to help. This will just solve the accommodation problem."
"That's true. No, if you come to live here, what should I do? Ling'er is in Zhouzhou now. After the New Year, she will be busy again. She will be even busier after the development of the products. How can I have time to come here?"
She was just about to agree with him, after all, she also wanted to hug her dear grandson, but then she remembered that this year was a very busy year and her husband was not around to accompany her.
Father Fu comforted her directly: "This is our Qi'er's first child, and the baby will definitely be born prematurely. If we don't take good care of her, what if she really is born prematurely?"
"Pfft, pfft, don't talk nonsense. Okay, okay, I'll come here when I'm done. It's less than an hour's drive anyway. At worst, I can just get up early."
Seeing that he had coaxed her into submission, he continued, "Do you think it will be a girl or a boy? What nickname should we give it?"
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The third grade.
Today is Lin Jiaojiao’s birthday, and it is also the time when Lin’s mother picked up the original owner, but today is indeed Lin Jiaojiao’s birthday.
When she woke up, Lin Yizhi was no longer in the bed. She sat up. Yesterday, Lin Yizhi had pestered her for three cans of milk, saying that he wanted to make her a birthday cake.
Fu's mother and the others went back yesterday, but they agreed to go to Qingzhou together on the fourth day of the New Year, which is tomorrow. Lian Yun and the others returned to Baizi Town, and they still have to visit relatives and pay New Year's greetings.
She thought that they were all family members now, so she exchanged milk for him from the mall. She originally wanted to exchange it for whipped cream directly for him and then whip it up when the time came. However, he disagreed. He wanted to do it himself. After all, it would be easier to operate with milk on the farm.
Lin Yizhi got up before dawn. He couldn't wait to check the milk that he had boiled yesterday and left to sit overnight. Now he was the only one in the bread oven in the kitchen, while Zhao Yang was cooking breakfast on the other side.
He took out the pot wrapped in a quilt, because he was afraid that it would freeze because of the cold. He opened the lid and was relieved to find that it was not frozen.
He took the blender, scooped out the thick layer of milk skin on the pot and put it into the bottle of the blender, then covered it with the lid and began to stir it manually.
In the middle of the process, he added the ice milk from the pot and continued to stir and beat. After stirring for quarter of an hour, he opened the lid and saw that the fat had separated from the surface of the bottle.
He took out the gauze and began to filter. Looking at the white solidified substances inside the gauze, he pressed them tightly together with his hands. Then he put them in a bowl and took it directly to the window to let them solidify better.
He didn't expect that such a small amount of butter could be made from such a pot of milk. Then he added tea leaves into the remaining milk and boiled them together, preparing to make the milk tea that his wife had always dreamed of.
When the family came to the kitchen one after another, they found that everyone had a cup of rich brown-yellow tea.
"What is this, second brother? It smells pretty good."
Fu Qi took the cup close to it and smelled it, and there was a faint aroma of milk.
Lin Yiyan next to him did not ask any more questions, but simply picked up the cup and took a sip slowly, then spoke under Fu Qi's inquiring gaze.
"It's okay."
Father Lin didn't take it seriously and took a sip. Although it tasted a bit strange, it tasted better and better the more he drank it. He asked Xiaoliu to pour him another glass.
Lin Jiaojiao arrived late. She smelled the milky fragrance when she was washing up in the next room, so when she came in, she saw them all drinking milk tea in their cups.
"Did you succeed?"
Lin Yizhi stood up, walked to the window, picked up the bowl, walked in front of her, and asked excitedly.
"My dear wife, take a look, is this the case?"
She picked up the item wrapped in gauze in the bowl, gently lifted a corner and took a look at what was inside. The butter was not yellow.
"It should have been successful, right? You followed the booklet I gave you?"
She gave him a booklet, which contained all the information she had translated and written down, so she didn't have to memorize it and then tell him step by step.
Lin Yizhi nodded: "Yes, every step is as above."
"It looks like it should be fine."
She wrapped the butter in gauze and put it in the bowl. Xiaowu took the bowl and put it back on the windowsill.
The two returned to the dining table, she picked up the milk tea, looked at it, then raised her head.
"So this is the skim milk tea you made? Sure, you won't get fat if you drink it."
Then she took a sip and tasted it. It was still quite sweet even with the sugar in it, and the taste was not too bland. It was okay.
After breakfast, she went to the studio to continue organizing her design drawings. After all, she was going to Qingzhou tomorrow, and would be busy with hotel affairs when she came back, so she would have no time to draw.
Not long after, Lin Yizhi came to the studio again and asked her for a can of milk. He was going to make whipped cream.
Take the can back to the kitchen, pour the butter, milk and milk powder into the pot according to the amounts on the booklet, bring to a boil, then pour them into a blender and stir quickly to fully blend them together.
Then pour it into a bowl and cover the bowl with a flat ceramic plate. It is not suitable to beat it now, so let it sit for a few hours.
In the afternoon, after Lin Yizhi made the cake base, he took out the whipped cream that was ready to be whipped and put it into the blender to whip it quickly. He stirred for more than a quarter of an hour and added sugar three times before the whipped cream became very thick and had cream peaks.
He first cut the round cake base into three layers, spread cream evenly on each layer, and then spread it evenly on the surface. Then he took out some fruits and candied fruits and placed them on top.
He looked at his work with satisfaction, and finally took out the thin candles that the three of them had rolled by hand, a total of nineteen candles, and inserted them on the surface of the cake.
Fu Qi and Lin Yiyan stayed around him all afternoon, watching him work step by step until the finished product came out. They were very happy.
Zhao Yang and Zhou Xiaofeng also prepared a large table of food, and the sky was getting dark.
Xiaowu knocked on the door of the studio. Lin Jiaojiao then looked up from the design drawings, rubbed her eyes, and realized that it was already dark outside the window.
Thinking of the cake Lin Yizhi had made, and not knowing how it turned out, she quickly walked towards the kitchen.
As soon as she reached the door, she found that the kitchen door was closed. She turned her head to glance at the window next to her and found that there was only a faint light coming from the window.
She had some guesses in her mind.
She slowly pushed open the door and saw Lin Yizhi standing in the middle holding a cake with a circle of candles on it. The faint light illuminated the figures of everyone behind him.
"Happy birthday, my wife."