Chapter 66 Osmanthus Cake
He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice Wen Baijing coming out of the shower and standing by the bed.
Her body suddenly felt lighter, and she was picked up, leaving the warm bed, and the sling on her shoulder slid down her arm.
She quickly covered her chest, and in an instant, her whole body was filled with hot air.
Her heartbeat quickened for no reason, and an unspeakable awkwardness filled the air. Ye Zhenzhen shyly buried her head in his chest.
She didn't dare to look up, and asked weakly: "Why are you hugging me?"
Wen Baijing smiled lightly and said concisely: "Isn't your foot inconvenient?"
She was half-heartedly carried by Wen Baijing to take a bath. Lying in the bathtub, she kept pushing his hand away, "I can do it myself..."
Standing in front of the mirror, the clouds on her body dissipated, and Wen Baijing was blowing her wet long hair.
He gathered her hair and put it on her back. His fingers passed through her hair, and the warmth of the hair dryer fell on the skin of her back, intentionally or unintentionally.
Wen Baijing's expression was extremely focused, cautious, and full of concern.
The balance gradually tilted until the weight of belief won overwhelmingly.
Suddenly, she saw a clear and bright mark on her neck. She frowned, feeling a little depressed.
"What's wrong?" Wen Baijing looked at her in the mirror with eyes as calm as water.
Ye Zhenzhen turned her head and pointed at the pink mark on her neck.
Not knowing if she could get rid of it before going to work, she said aggrievedly, "What should I do?"
Wen Baijing tilted his neck, blinked his eyes, and mimicked, "What should I do?"
Seeing the teeth marks on Wen Baijing's neck, she raised her hands to cover her eyes.
Tit for Tat…
No one needs to say anything about anyone.
"Are you still feeling aggrieved?" Wen Baijing leaned close to her and asked softly.
"My image at work is damaged..." She said in a weaker and hoarse voice.
After saying this, he looked at Wen Baijing carefully for a few seconds.
She cried, "You can cover it with a shirt, but my overalls can't!"
"How about," he bent down, stretched his neck, and came closer, his attitude was somewhat sincere, "I'll let you bite until you calm down, okay?"
"...You." Ye Zhenzhen was speechless for a moment. She would not fall into this trap.
She waved her hands, pretending to be generous, with a fake smile on her face, "Actually, you don't have to be so polite..."
"You really don't need it?"
"It's really not necessary!"
Ye Zhenzhen hurriedly ended the topic, as continuing the conversation would only lead to trouble.
Wen Baijing carried her to the bedroom, and she put her arms around Wen Baijing's neck.
Looking up, Wen Baijing's handsome face is very pleasing to the eyes. Beautiful things always make people happy.
Some people couldn't help but want to get closer, and subconsciously wanted to take a few more glances.
Lust makes you lose your mind? Put it aside for now.
In ancient times, King You of Zhou played tricks on the princes by lighting beacons to make a beautiful woman smile. Emperor Xuanzong of Tang rode a horse to make Yang Guifei happy. Ye Zhenzhen looked at Wen Baijing a few more times. Food, sex and nature are human nature.
She thought about it and smiled foolishly, completely unaware of the deep meaning in the man's eyes.
The bath towel that Wen Baijing had tied around his waist somehow slipped to the ground.
"Go away... um..."
When the limbs are not flexible, the mind is likely to be unclear.
Her thoughts became increasingly confused and her voice of begging for mercy became trembling.
On Saturday, Ye Zhenzhen slept soundly.
The curtains in the room were drawn, and there was no light at all.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes, her whole body felt sore and weak, as if her bones were broken.
I have absolutely no energy.
Wen Baijing sat on the sofa, holding his computer and replying to emails. The dim light of the computer screen covered his face.
I can see him when I open my eyes every day, and I see him before I close my eyes. Such days are warm, beautiful and romantic.
It is much better than those fancy festivals and timely blessings.
Suddenly, Ye Zhenzhen seemed to think of something and patted her head. She almost forgot something important.
She struggled to get up, and her bones hurt.
The rustling noise startled Wen Baijing.
He put down the computer, stood up and came to her side, helping her up, "Are you awake?"
"Ah."
After washing up, she tiptoed out of the house. Her left foot seemed to have recovered and it no longer hurt even with a little force.
"Can you wait until you see a doctor before walking!" Wen Baijing shouted behind him, his tone a little anxious.
"It's okay, I don't feel any pain anymore!" She turned her head, winked at him and smiled mischievously.
Bright sunlight shines into the kitchen.
"Aunt Sun, I'm sorry, I got up late." Ye Zhenzhen said apologetically and smiled at Aunt Sun.
"It's okay. It's understandable for young people to sleep more." Aunt Sun smiled meaningfully.
No matter how you listen to it, it seems to be saying that young people are addicted to the pleasures of bed. Ye Zhenzhen felt a little guilty and blushed.
Yesterday evening, Ye Zhenzhen soaked glutinous rice and long rice in a ratio of 5:2. Under the guidance of Aunt Sun, she drained the rice grains and put them into a dry grinder.
After grinding for two minutes, take out the rice flour.
"Look, the ground rice flour will gather into shape if you gently pinch it with your hands, and it will break into pieces again if you touch it with your hands. This is just right..." Aunt Sun said.
The ground rice flour is sieved through a 30-mesh sieve. After a while, the sieved rice flour is moist and extremely delicate when pinched in the hand.
Then mix the long-grain rice and glutinous rice and sift them. After that, put the rice flour in the refrigerator and refrigerate overnight.
She took out the rice flour she had made yesterday from the refrigerator and sifted it into the mold again. To maintain air permeability, gauze was placed under the mold.
Use a scraper to smooth the rice flour and even the rice flour in the mold. Before steaming, divide the 15 cm mousse mold into nine squares evenly along two horizontal and vertical lines.
"Zhenzhen, you have to remember that if you put too much glutinous rice or not enough water, the osmanthus cake will become hard..."
Aunt Sun gave instructions from time to time and was very patient.
"Okay, I'll remember it, Aunt Sun." Ye Zhenzhen smiled gratefully at Aunt Sun, being very humble and serious.
After steaming in cold water for eight minutes, remove the lid and sprinkle evenly with granulated sugar and dried osmanthus.
After about seven minutes, the fresh and fragrant osmanthus cake will be out of the pot!
To prevent steam from falling on the osmanthus cake, she opened the lid in time. Finally, she dripped some hand-brewed osmanthus honey on it and it was done!
"Auntie Sun, can you spare some time to teach me how to make osmanthus honey?"
While dripping osmanthus honey, Ye Zhenzhen asked Aunt Sun mischievously.
Perhaps a studious apprentice will be liked by the master.
Aunt Sun was not shy and said with a hearty smile, "Sure! But it's too late this year. Next year when the osmanthus flowers bloom, we can pick them together and make honey."
"Thank you Aunt Sun!"
"Don't be polite to me, it's just that my cooking skills are limited and I can't make the taste of Bai Jing's mother..."
Ye Zhenzhen's hand, which was taking out the osmanthus cake, paused for a few seconds. The sweet fragrance of osmanthus filled her nose, and her throat choked, and a pain rose in her heart.
She didn't know how to answer, so she pursed her lips and couldn't utter a word for a long time.
"Aunt Sun, please try it!" She handed a piece of osmanthus cake to Aunt Sun.
"I'll take it to Bai Jing to try first." Aunt Sun said with a smile when she saw that Ye Zhenzhen had difficulty walking.
The two came to the door of the study. Ye Zhenzhen took the osmanthus cake and signaled Aunt Sun to go first.
The door of the study was ajar.
It opens with a gentle push.
Wen Baijing was wearing a black shirt and trousers, sitting in front of the computer, working intently.
The way he worked seriously was particularly charming. His deep eyes focused on the screen, and his slender fingers quickly tapped the keyboard.
Ye Zhenzhen stood at the door, a little dazed.
Such a perfect person said to her, forever. Even if it was a joke made on the spur of the moment, it was still pleasant and charming enough.
He didn't know whether it was the fragrance of the osmanthus cake that penetrated his nostrils, or Ye Zhenzhen's opening of the door startled him.
When Wen Baijing slowly walked in front of Ye Zhenzhen, she was still in a daze.
"Did you do this?" His voice was a little choked, and there was a layer of moisture in his eyes.
"Try it and I'll give you some advice." Ye Zhenzhen slightly raised her head, looked up at him, and tried to force a smile. "This is your first try, so if it doesn't taste good, don't be disgusted."
He took the plate and looked at the white and tender osmanthus cake, his brows furrowed and his mouth corners tightened.
Hesitantly picking up a piece of osmanthus cake, he took a light bite and held it in his mouth before swallowing it.
Ye Zhenzhen tilted her head, trying to discern the taste from his expression. Ye Zhenzhen was full of anticipation and prepared to listen to his evaluation.
He took the hand holding the osmanthus cake and pulled Ye Zhenzhen into his arms.
"It's delicious..." His voice was a little choked, and he couldn't swallow the pastry in his mouth.
The fragrance of osmanthus fills the air, elegant yet sweet.
"I'll make it for you when you want to eat it next time, okay?"