Chapter 112 - 112 Making Desserts

112 Making Desserts

Su Binglan thought about it carefully, but she still could not figure out what was wrong, so she decided not to think about it too much.

Still, Luo Jin’an was usually very thoughtful.

Meanwhile, Su Binglan was still a little weak, so she fell asleep shortly after lying down.

Luo Jin’an finished brewing the medicine, went to the edge of Su Binglan’s brick bed, and gently woke her up.

Su Binglan was still in a daze when Luo Jin’an said, “Drink the medicine and go back to sleep.”

“Okay.” Su Binglan Drank the medicine in a daze, then fell asleep again.

Luo Jin’an looked at his wife and knew that she was exhausted. After all, Su Binglan had not rested since she regained consciousness after falling into the river.

Luo Jin’an looked at his wife and sighed. Then he covered Su Binglan with the quilt and tucked her in gently.

Rumble! Crackle!

Sounds of thunder and rain kept coming from outside. However, some found it easier to sleep when it was raining.

…

Su Binglan woke up the following morning, but it was still raining. It had been pouring the entire night but slowed down in the morning.

She looked at the weather and knew the sky would clear in the afternoon. Su Binglan had recovered after taking some medicine and having a good rest. Still, it was raining, and she could not do much.

Luo Jin’an had woken up earlier than his wife to make breakfast. He used to cook for Su Binglan every day when the dark spirit possessed her, but Su Binglan took over when she regained herself.

Su Binglan had a simple breakfast, then looked at her husband and asked, “Can you help me sculpt a mold?”

Luo Jin’an had sculpted the mold Su Binglan used to make tofu, and that’s when she discovered her husband was an excellent sculptor.

She planned to make some desserts at home like peach pastries and other fancy desserts. She also wanted her desserts to have patterns and different shapes, so she needed separate molds.

Luo Jin’an asked, “What kind of molds?”

Su Binglan knew Luo Jin’an would help her, so she hurriedly took the paper she bought from town and used charcoal to draw some mold designs and patterns.

She drew shapes of fish, twelve Chinese zodiac signs, and words, such as “Blessing.” Su Binglan also sketched some peaches in the shape of hearts.

Some usually made animal-shaped dim sum, which was pretty.

“Can you carve these?” Su Binglan asked expectantly. Then she continued, “Of course, you can carve them at your leisure. After that, I will stuff some dough into the molds and remove them. I will sell desserts based on the carvings you’ve made.”

Luo Jin’an understood what Su Binglan wanted after she briefly explained her intentions.

“Okay.” Luo Jin’an looked at the drawings and then at Su Binglan with a thoughtful expression.

“W-What’s wrong? Is it my drawing?” Su Binglan asked with concern.

Luo Jin’an shook his head and said, “This is the first time I’ve seen such a style of drawing.”

Su Binglan’s heart skipped a beat because she used a modern drawing method. People of that era usually used a brush and painted instead of sketching with charcoal.

‘Did I expose myself again?!’

However, Luo Jin’an did not pry, nor did Su Binglan explain further. After all, the two tacitly agreed not to probe each other’s secrets, which was good.

Next, Su Binglan prepared to make her desserts. She had previously bought several necessities when she went to town, which she could use to make desserts.

She kneaded the dough, then added eggs and sugar to it.