While the Dongpo pork was slowly stewing, the Dingsheng cake had almost risen, so Dingxiang quickly poured the dough into the mold.

Pour all the dough into the twelve grooves and press them firmly into place.

Use a knife to scrape the surface smooth, so that the shape of the Dingsheng cake will be good.

After doing all this, put it in the steamer and steam it over high heat for twenty minutes.

There is no watch here, so for the time being I can only rely on Ding Xiang to make his own estimates.

As soon as the Dingsheng cake was finished, Sangua ran in from outside with vegetables and eggs.

"Mom, the vegetables and eggs are here."

"Look, why are you running in such a hurry? Wipe off the sweat." Ding Xiang knelt down gently and raised her hand to wipe Sangua's sweat.

"Mom, is there anything else you need my help with?" This guy looked like he was addicted to helping.

Ding Xiang smiled helplessly and said, "No, the kitchen is a mess. You can go out and play."

Sangua nodded and left reluctantly.

Because there was no free stove, Dingxiang couldn't do anything for a while and could only wait for the Dingsheng cake to be steamed.

Fortunately, twenty minutes was not too long, and it passed by quietly while she was washing vegetables and beating eggs.

Ding Xiang calculated that time was almost up, stepped forward and gently opened the lid of the steamer, and a sweet fragrance suddenly hit her face.

Suddenly my spirit was shaken, and I quickly carefully took out the mold with cotton cloth and placed it upside down on the fine cotton cloth on the table.

The demoulding was very successful. Twelve square Dingsheng cakes were steaming on the table.

Ding Xiang took out a plate, put six of them in one breath, and then called a few children in the yard.

"Mom, is this the new pastry?" Lin Zhenzhu rushed to the front this time and saw the Dingsheng cake on the table as soon as she entered the door.

Lin Sangua, who came in later, was not to be outdone. He leaned in front of the Dingsheng cake, looked at it, and then sniffed it vigorously.

"It smells so good, it smells even better than a donkey rolling around."

Lin Da Gua and Lin Er Gua arrived late. They smelled the sweet fragrance when they were outside. After entering the house, they felt the fragrance was stronger.

As a result, the saliva in his mouth began to secrete crazily.

"Come on, let's all have a taste, one piece for each person." After saying that, Ding Xiang picked up a piece first.

When you take a bite, the texture is rough and a little glutinous. It's an indescribable feeling, but it's very delicious.

Lin Ergua, once again tasted the ginseng fruit like Zhu Bajie, it was delicious and he swallowed it whole.

Before everyone had finished eating, he had already finished his meal, and then his eyes fell on the last piece of Dingsheng cake left on the plate.

When Lin Zhenzhu saw it, she bit into half a piece of Dingsheng cake and grabbed what was on the plate.

"Little sister, why do you, a girl, eat so much?!" Lin Ergua said, already holding the cake in his hand and stuffing it into his mouth in front of Lin Zhenzhu.

Lin Zhenzhu saw her beloved pastry being swallowed by her second brother, and she was so angry that she really wanted to go up and punch him in the throat.

Ding Xiang looked at it and said helplessly: "What are you trying to grab? There are still six more."

Hey, I originally thought that Sangua would take those six to the Lin family's old house later so that Mrs. Lin and the others could have a taste.

Now it seems that the children like to eat it so much, so I might as well send it to them next time.

Just for a while, Ding Xiang estimated that the time for Dongpo Pork was almost up, and hurriedly went over to turn it over.

Then it’s time to cook the staple food. If you have japonica rice at home, you can make porridge or white rice.

When Ding Xiang was about to cook rice, she was stopped by Lin Dagua.

According to his thrifty habits, it is naturally impossible for Dingxiang Qingtian to live in rice during the day.

Finally, it was only with Ding Xiang's insistence that she cooked some thicker white rice porridge.

When Lin Zhenzhu heard that there was rice porridge to drink tonight, her eyes narrowed with joy, just like a pair of Moon Bay.

The atmosphere in the kitchen suddenly became very harmonious and very good.

"What do you think of this new pastry?" Ding Xiang waited for the children to finish eating, then stepped forward to ask their opinions.

The answers I got were, of course, they were delicious, extremely delicious.

In their entire lives, they have never eaten such delicious cakes.

"Mom, what's the name of this pastry?" Lin Sangua asked.

This question stumps Dingxiang. Why is Dingsheng cake called Dingsheng cake? As soon as you hear the name, you know that it has its own origin.

There are many versions of folklore, but they are all related to wars, hence the name Dingsheng cake.

The implication is naturally a good one.

Speaking of good intentions, Dingxiang wanted to change a name for this Dingsheng cake.

Otherwise, if she nonchalantly says this is Dingsheng cake tomorrow, how will she explain it when people ask her?

Not surprisingly, there shouldn’t be any legendary stories about winning the cake here.

So, when Sangua asked what the name of this pastry was, Dingxiang shook her head.

"I don't know either, this is just an unknown pastry."

"That's it. How about I give it a name?"
Chapter completed!