"Yes, yes, yes." The first aunt, who was sitting at the entrance of the stove, nodded her head hurriedly. Her eyes were fixed on the flame in the stove, almost obsessed with it.
It was not until the rapeseed was fried to the point that it emitted a fragrant aroma that Jiang Yue hurriedly took the seeds out of the pot and placed them in the millstone that was buried in the ground.
Xua Yan and Xue Darong were pushing the mill. Even though it was tough, the two of them only felt happy.
The smile on his face couldn't stop.
Qian Caiyu and the others were the same.
From time to time, Da Xue would stagger along with Xue Dabao and Xue Xiaobao to take a look. He was also very happy.
He waited until the seeds were ground into fine granules that could be sifted before putting them into the steamer to steam. After it was done, he quickly poured them into the rice straw bags that were fixed with bamboo strips and pressed them into the shape of a cake.
