Inside Yunjin Prime Manor…
Fu Chen was kneading the dough with the fillings according to the printed recipe for qingtuan. Fu Xinhan's front paws were scratching the table because he could smell the fragrance of the egg yolk and meat floss.
"Third Master, you really don't need my help?" Uncle Nian stood at the side and watched him start weighing the glutinous rice flour. Although the cooking method was in grams, no one would actually measure so accurately.
"No need."
Fu Chen had never kneaded dough before, so Uncle Nian was a little worried. He stood at the side and stared at him. He didn't expect Fu Chen to be so capable that he actually rolled it out.
In the past, apart from working and copying Buddhist scriptures, he only went out to travel, ski, and climb mountains and was almost isolated from the world. Such a Third Master Fu was detached from reality.
