After scolding son and daughter-in-law,
Tong Huaqiong felt great.
The best part of having a house full of children and grandchildren is, you can scold anyone anytime, and they still sit quietly and listen.
Feeling refreshed, Tong Huaqiong returned to the kitchen to continue working on her pastries.
"Mom, what kind of pastry are you making? I could smell it at the edge of the village, and people there are discussing where the scent comes from. Even the dogs are sniffing around."
Gu Dashi peeked inside the kitchen door.
The aroma was irresistibly delicious, making him drool.
He really wanted to grab a piece and taste it.
"Go, go, go! No matter what pastry is being made, you can't eat it now. This is your mom's secret weapon for earning money."
Tong Huaqiong waved him off while mixing butter in a bowl.
Next, she planned to bake butter cookies.
Butter was unheard of during this era, the cookies would surely amaze Mr. Huang.
