Looking at the large amount of bread-making equipment that had returned, Carly felt like she hadn't eaten her bread properly, and she was getting hungry again.
"Lord Ed, what do we do next?" Carly couldn't help but look at Ed with curiosity again.
"Carly, I also need some eggs, salt, and oil. Can you help me find them?"
Yes,
Ed was going to make some small snack cookies. He didn't care whether he made them the way he thought he should or whether he could make them successfully. He just wanted to use up the remaining dough.
"Lord Eddard, can I say no?"
"Sure, but you'll need to clean up all that dough and stuff again."
Ed looked at the curious Carly and pointed to the things she had just brought.
Carly walked outside like a deflated balloon, her body limp.
Adelaide looked at the two of them with amusement. "Master, what about me? Is my business here drinking tea?"
"Yes, Adelaide, too much work is not good either. We need to learn to enjoy life."
Ed looked at the smiling Adelaide and handed her his teacup.
Perhaps this is the kind of life he could only dream of before: a cup of tea, two people, and endless chatter about everyday matters.
From dawn to dusk, from beginning to eternity.
Tea may be bland and tasteless, but people experience a myriad of emotions.
The beauty of a woman adding fragrance to one's sleeves is boundless; one can only envy the lovebirds, not the immortals.
"Lord Ed, I've found everything, five copper coins." Just as Ed was contemplating life, a mundane matter arose, and Carly's hurried voice rang out.
The wonderful atmosphere and mood from before are all gone. Ed used to think that the quality of a literary work depended more on its atmosphere than its words. He believed that ornate language wasn't as important as a good atmosphere. But that was just his opinion.
"Carly, are you going to eat later? It costs five copper coins more?" Ed looked at Carly, not only ruining the atmosphere but also asking him for money.
Carly pouted, "I paid for all of this." But she only dared to mutter it to herself, because she was going to eat it later.
Ed doesn't actually know how to make cookies; he can only rely on his imagination. He first adds some water to the dough to make it into a paste, then adds eggs, salt, and oil and stirs it all in. Of course, there's no need to worry about adding too much; he has all the common sense.
Ed stirred the paste in the jar, but he felt something was missing. Oh right, there was no sugar in it.
"Carly, I just mentioned honey, why didn't you bring it?"
Carly, who was sticking her head out to stare at the batter, was taken aback.
Did you just mention honey?
"No?" Ed turned to look at Carly.
"Really?" Carly looked up at Ed.
"I think so!" Ed continued.
"So there isn't one?" Carly 1.1 is online.
"If you don't believe me, you can ask Adelaide." Ed changed tactics.
"Sister Adelaide, is there?" Carly looked at Adelaide beside her.
"Carly, the honey is in that cupboard in our room," Adelaide smiled.
Carly left, but she returned quickly, feeling like she was flying.
Adding honey makes the batter perfect. Ed continued stirring the batter until it could hold its shape without crumbling.
Basically, it can be made into the shape of cookies. However, without molds, it's a bit difficult to make several different shapes.
After brushing some oil on the bowl, Ed picked up a spoon and scooped the batter into the bowl, spoonful by spoonful.
A moment later
"Lord Eddard, it smells so good!"