Back in the middle of Hyacinth, Xue happily prepared to hang up the sunny doll.

She found several locations, but she didn't think it was inappropriate, so she found Miss Shiyin for advice:

"Shiyinjiang, do you think this doll will be stained if it is hung on the eaves?"

Shiyin Shiyin also set up a few sunny dolls in her hometown in Pingze County, so she still has a lot of experience in this.

She opened the floor-to-ceiling window from the living room of Hyacinth House to the yard:

"Just just hang it inside the house, it won't be dirty and it won't get wet when it rains. The doll is a symbol on sunny days, so there is no need to hang it outside the house."

Hearing this, Xue Meisi hugged the doll and put it into the room.

In fact, apart from food, the cat girl has a low demand for other things, so she has not received many gifts now, so she will naturally cherish this doll very much.

Andaoyuan had already entered the house with the ingredients he had just bought. He mixed the glutinous rice flour, sticky rice flour and powdered sugar, and stirred it with clean water, and was about to add osmanthus.

At this moment, the ringtone of his cell phone in his pocket rang.

"Hey, who is it?" Andaoyuan asked.

A familiar man's voice rang on the other side of his phone, "Son, how is his life in Zhuxun High School? Are you free today? Come out and chat with your dad. There is something happening again in Mid-Autumn Festival, so I guess I can't meet you anymore."

Andaoyuan had talked with his father a few days ago, but he didn't expect that when he was about to prepare the osmanthus cake, he called.

"Is it evening? I still have some work on my hands now, but I will be able to go out later."

Andao is not a person who gives up halfway through doing things, and the osmanthus cake does not need to be fermented for a long time and can be steamed after a while.

"It's okay, I'll book a Chinese restaurant at 9 o'clock and I'll send it to you." Dad An knew about his son and knew that he had his own plans for doing things.

This is also something that reassuring him.

Andaoyuan hung up his cell phone, and the two girls in the living room said: "Shiyin, Xue, I haven't seen my father for a long time, so I won't eat in Hyacinth House tonight."

"You go, I'll prepare supper." Shintani Shintani is very reasonable.

Xue nodded, and suddenly the kitten thought of something else: "What should I do if I have half made osmanthus cake? I don't know how to make it."

She has been looking forward to it for a long time.

Andaoyuan rubbed her hair and smiled and said, "I will steam the osmanthus cake before going out, and I can also bring some for Lao An. He should have not tasted the taste of his hometown for a long time."

Lao An is the name Andaoyuan sometimes calls his father An Minghui, and sometimes when his father An even gets drunk, he will call him An Xiaozi.

If the neighbors praise Andaoyuan, An Minghui sometimes proudly pats his chest: "That's right, you don't even see whose son An is."

But this happened a long time ago. An Minghui has been dispatching foreign missions more and more frequently in recent years, so he has met less often.

As for what Lao An did, he didn't know.

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Andaoyuan drizzles sugar and osmanthus into the glutinous rice, add sugar and yeast to the appropriate amount of milk prepared, stir until dissolved, and then ferment for a period of time to put it in a pot with cold water.

After boiling the water and steaming for another thirty minutes, the elegant aroma of osmanthus gradually spreads with the steam.

Xue had been waiting in front of the steamer for a long time. When she smelled the fragrance, she did not open the lid of the pot as soon as possible. Instead, she asked Andaoyuan first: "Andaoyuan, Andaoyuan, can you eat it now?"

"It's almost the same time. You can open the lid of the pot and I'll take it out and don't burn you."

When Andao walked over, he saw the silver-haired girl standing in front of the pot, one shorter than the steamer, just like a steaming hot spring on the snow's head, just like a steam girl.

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but smile: "Don't you think it's very hot with little greedy cat?"

She tilted her head and was so cute that she was puzzled:

"It's not hot, isn't it autumn now?"

The silver-haired girl was a little puzzled.

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The white pastry was dyed with a light pink color. Because it was made with molds before, the shape of a bay cake was very beautiful.

Andaoyuan took out a part of the prepared laurel cake and put it in the gift box where he bought crepes before.

"I'll take these osmanthus cakes away, you can try the rest."

He said gently.

Shiyin Shintani saw that he was still wearing the afternoon clothes, so she stopped him: "An Jun, wait and leave."

She walked into the room, then took a yellow scarf and walked out: "Put this around first, I'll lend it to you."

Andaoyuan is actually not that afraid of the cold now, but he does not mean to reject Miss Shiyin.

So I took the opportunity to wrap the scarf around.

The yellow scarf is wool, and it looks very warm on autumn nights when the temperature in Chiyoda District has dropped a lot.

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It was booked at nine o'clock, and Andaoyuan arrived at this Chinese restaurant a little early.

In fact, both Japanese and Chinese restaurants belong to East Asian cuisines after all, and there is still a small gap compared to mainland China, which is far away from North Europe and South America.

Andaoyuan walked over with a gift box and saw a man wearing black clothes with wide shoulders sitting in front of the window.

It must be that Dad An is right.

Lao An was still holding half a burning cigarette in his hand. Andaoyuan didn't know much about tobacco, so he naturally didn't understand what brand it was.

"Smoking again?"

Andaoyuan sat opposite him with the box of crepes. There was only a plate of peanuts on the table, some peanuts and some peanut clothes, and the other hot dishes had not been served yet.

"Smoking, smoking is one of the few fun your father has. How can you not enjoy it? But you are still young, don't try it."

When Dad An saw him sitting down, he pressed half of the cigarette in his hand on the ashtray and extinguished it.

Although Andaoyuan is called An Minghui and Lao An, if you look at it from the outside, he is only thirty-five or six, but you can see from your eyes that his experienced years are not something that young people should have.

"It's still unhealthy. I probably won't go to smoke. You should pay more attention. It's almost fifty years old. If my mother knows, she will also let you pay attention to your health."

He spoke a little more relaxed about his father, and the dialogue between father and son is often so concise.

Andaoyuan placed the box of the crepe flat on the table and opened it. The pieces contained in it were exquisite osmanthus cakes.

Each piece was covered with a shallow layer of sugar coat on the top layer and sprinkled with fine osmanthus petals.

Lao An took a piece and put it in his mouth: "It's great. In terms of making pastries, your skills are almost as good as your father, haha."

Andaoyuan looked helpless, and he really admired his father's extreme confidence.
Chapter completed!