I started a senior citizen university after being unemployed, and I became the favorite of my uncles

Chapter 207 Caramel Baked Pudding

"The second one we learned was the very simple and easy caramel pudding."

"Everyone has conquered the cookies, so the pudding is even easier, anyone with hands can do it."

Master Wu encouraged everyone.

Uncle Qian really listened to it and was concentrating on playing games.

My son Xiaoqian is watching the football game.

Qian Dabao once again supported the entire family.

The two adults took time out of their busy schedule to cheer Dabao up.

"Come on, Dabao, you study hard, and then you can work in a bakery while studying, and you will reach the peak of your life from now on." Uncle Qian's main theme is "eating small"

Xiao Qian encouraged: "Son, don't be stressed. If you don't do well in the exam, you can probably bake sweet potatoes or bread."

"But the teacher said that we should have lofty ambitions from a young age to get into Tsinghua University or Peking University."

"Son, you are also very good at baking bread. When you graduate, you will have ten years of experience in baking bread. It is difficult to bake fragrant and soft bread. Can you do it?"

Qian Dabao clenched his fist and encouraged himself, "I can do it. I want to learn from Grandpa Wu and bake the most delicious bread in the world."

Master Wu passed by and said quietly, "Kid, just call me uncle, don't call me grandpa."

Master Wu was very hurt. He is only in his forties and is of a lower generation than him.

Dabao, who is determined to make the best bread, starts beating the egg yolks.

The child's hands are small, so he needs to hold the bowl with both hands, which makes him a little distressed.

"If you use both hands, you won't have any hands left to beat the eggs."

“If you put it on the table, the bowl will be unstable.”

He jumped off the stool and trotted to find Uncle Wang next door: "Uncle Wang, can you lend me a hand? I want you to help me hold the bowl while I beat the eggs."

Uncle Wang looked at the cute child and praised him, "Where's your grandfather?"

Dabao pointed at Uncle Qian who was "fighting in the canyon".

"What about your dad?"

Dabao pointed at Xiaoqian who was "watching the game excitedly".

"How come someone is more perfunctory than me?"

After complaining, Uncle Wang took the bowl with a kind smile and said, "Here, let me hold it for you. I like to work, unlike your grandfather who only knows how to play games."

Dabao is simply the grandson of his grandparents' dreams. He is white and chubby, looks like a doll in a New Year picture, and is very polite. Just two words from him made Uncle Wang so happy that his wrinkles were revealed with smiles.

"Dabao, you are so capable. Do you want to go home with grandpa? Grandpa's son can do backflips."

Suddenly being told that he could do a backflip, Xiao Wang stared at Uncle Wang and said, "Dad, you are really kind-hearted."

Uncle Wang retorted: "It's because you are too good. You don't need my help."

After all, children are not very strong and the egg liquid was not completely beaten.

Xiao Wang worked hard to beat the eggs and then took over Dabao's bowl.

"Uncle, you are so awesome!" The more Qian Dabao praised Xiao Wang, the harder he worked.

When Dabao walked away with the beaten eggs, Uncle Wang and his son followed him closely.

Uncle Wang said with a hint of meaning: "Look, your uncle Qian is only a few years older than me, and he has such a lovely grandson."

"What's the matter? You want a grandson too?" Xiao Wang continued.

Uncle Wang nodded expectantly.

Xiao Wang gave him a reassuring look and said, "From tomorrow on, I will call you grandpa."

……

"Pay attention in class." Master Wu appeared in time to save Uncle Wang who was speechless.

"Put the sugar into the beaten eggs."

"I want to see who didn't follow the teacher's steps."

Master Wu, who became a teacher, straightened his back.

"Pour 100 grams of milk into an empty bowl."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Dabao poured more.

He asked for help fearfully, "Dad, what should I do if I pour too much?"

Xiao Qian held the phone in one hand and touched his son's head with the other, "Don't be afraid, let your grandfather drink a sip."

Uncle Qian didn't even raise his head. He took out a straw from the milk tea cup on the table, drank a sip of milk, and pushed the bowl back: "Go and play with it."

With everyone's help, Dabao put milk and cream into the egg liquid and stirred them evenly.

"The final step is to pour the mixture into a box and put it in the oven."

"Children should not operate this step, let your adults do it."

After putting the pudding into the oven, take out the previously frozen cookie dough.

Chef Wu continued to teach everyone the last step of baking cookies.

Cut the biscuits into suitable sizes.

Aunt Zhong, who had been busy for a long time, gave the task of slicing to Cai Yunyun.

"Don't worry, leave it to me." Cai Yunyun agreed readily.

Cai Yunyun cut the cookies confidently with a knife.

Aunt Zhong sat down to rest, and then watched Cai Yunyun cut the biscuits into load-bearing columns.

"If you pick out four from here, they can be used as the main beams in our house." Aunt Zhong was more and more surprised the more she looked at them.

Cai Yunyun did not inherit any of Aunt Zhong’s cooking skills. Currently, her only specialty is boiling water to cook instant noodles.

This time I came with the determination to learn a thing or two, and I refused to let Aunt Zhong interfere, insisting on cutting it myself.

Aunt Zhong became more and more worried as she looked at it, and turned to look for Lin Qinglan.

Lin Qinglan's slicing went smoothly. She even calculated the number of slices. "One for me, one for Aunt Liang, one for Aunt Du, and one for Aunt Xie..."

Finally, the cookie has reached the last step.

It's time to bake the pudding I just baked.

Uncle Wang raised his hand: "Teacher, what should I do if the pudding is burnt?"

Master Wu was not surprised. "Just scrape off the paste quietly."

"Adjust the temperature and time as required next time."

"Teacher, the pudding is a little sweet, what should I do?" Uncle Qian had already risked burning his mouth to eat it.

Uncle Wang responded quickly and suggested: "Eat it with a little salt."

"Teacher, why does my pudding look like a big yellow, sticky snot?"

"It's not done yet, bake it for a while longer."

"teacher……"

Master Wu was a little overwhelmed by the scope of the questions, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Aunt Xu wiped her hands gracefully, arranged her silk scarf, and then slowly replied, "You forgot to turn on the oven for baking cookies."