The pastry served by the Zhu family was the Zhuangyuan Cake.
This pastry is made of glutinous rice flour and sesame powder, and tastes very fragrant. The Zhu family also adds walnuts to it, making the taste even better.
The two children ate white rice before going out. They were not hungry and could not eat anything after eating a piece of cake. But Li Qingzhi was different.
With the golden finger, he can digest no matter how much he eats.
Eating more can help him recover faster.
Most importantly, this pastry is so delicious, it even has sugar in it!
Sugar is not cheap in this era.
People in Chongcheng County grow sugarcane and make sugar from it, but the technology in ancient times cannot be compared with modern technology, so the sugar output is naturally very small.
In Miaoqian Village, Li Qingzhi had never seen sugar.
This pastry does contain sugar, and it should be white sugar.
He now finds white rice sweet, and now when he eats this sweetened pastry... Li Qingzhi can't stop.
Of course he would eat all the pastries, mainly because there weren't many on the plate.
"Mr. Li, didn't you have enough breakfast?" Zhu Qian smiled and said, "I'll ask someone to make some for Mr. Li." He had asked Li Qingzhi before if he had eaten, and Li Qingzhi said that he had.
"I've already eaten it, but the cake was so delicious that I couldn't help but eat a little more." Li Qingzhi said.
"If Mr. Li likes it, I'll have someone send another plate over." Zhu Qian really likes Li Qingzhi's frankness.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhu. Mr. Zhu, can I take this cake home? I'm afraid my wife has never eaten such delicious cakes." Li Qingzhi said.
He had wanted to bring some back for Jin Xiaoye before, but eating cakes while drinking tea and chatting with others was fine, but hiding cakes secretly was not a good idea.
"Of course." Zhu Qian was very happy to see that Li Qingzhi was very fond of the pastries.
He once invited a scholar to dinner, but the scholar turned around and disliked the food he served...
Zhu Qian asked someone to get some cakes, and then started chatting with Li Qingzhi again.
Li Qingzhi had read many celebrity biographies in his previous life and knew various writing styles, so he asked Zhu Qian which one he wanted. Zhu Qian thought for a moment and said he wanted one in the first person, so Li Qingzhi naturally agreed.
"Mr. Zhu, I will write something today and show it to you later. If there are any shortcomings, I can revise it for you." Li Qingzhi said.
"Okay! Then Mr. Li, you write first." Zhu Qian said.
Zhu Qian had a lot of things to do, so he talked to Li Qingzhi and left. Not long after, another manager came over and talked to Li Qingzhi about something.
The place where Li Qingzhi writes is not far from the kitchen. If you need hot water, you can go to the kitchen next door to get it.
In addition, the Zhu family takes care of three meals. Li Qingzhi can eat in the house, have it delivered, or eat in their dining place. The food is the same as that provided by the Zhu family's accountant and steward.
Li Qingzhi wrote down everything and said that he would go to where they were having dinner.
After the others left, Li Qingzhi called Li Damao and Li Ermao over, introduced them to the pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, scooped a spoonful of water into the inkstone, and began to grind ink.
After finishing the preparations, Li Qingzhi dipped his pen into ink and wrote on the paper: "Da Mao and Er Mao, Dad will write your names for you to see."