Chapter 135 Soft is Me
After Ning Ruan finished speaking, she suddenly realized whether her behavior could be considered as advertising for a store like the internet celebrities in her previous life, and the corners of her lips slightly raised.

Wu Yi handed the wooden box to Ning Ruan and praised: "Uncle Zhang is very good at making wooden furniture. He can also customize the wood of your choice."

Ning Ruan nodded in agreement.

Many planets have rare ones. The mold she customized was made of golden nanmu, and Ning Ruan had never seen real golden nanmu.

I have only heard that golden nanmu is like flowing gold.

The golden nanmu is specially supplied by the Federation’s ancestral star.

[I seem to have heard of this thousand-year-old brand. My father particularly likes classical furniture, and he always looks for this store to customize furniture every time he moves to a new house.]

[I am somewhat curious about what Mr. Ning Ruan ordered. ]

[It shouldn't be something very important, right? This wooden box can't hold anything big, so it should be something small.]

[I'm already looking forward to what Mr. Ningruan will customize~]

Ning Ruan picked up the wooden box, said goodbye to Wu Yi and left.

Walking on the road in the suburbs, Ning Ruan enjoyed the breeze and the warm sunshine. She decided to buy a house in the suburbs when she had time.

Then I can grow some organic vegetables myself.
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Half an hour later, Ning Ruan returned home.

The house Xiaoci rented for her was not big, but it was very cozy, and the decoration style was in warm colors. She walked straight to the balcony.

The balcony is a huge terrace with floor-to-ceiling windows outside.

Ning Ruan moved a table and chairs to the balcony. She placed the wooden box on the table and sat down: "This is the cake mold I customized."

After saying that, Ning Ruan remembered something, took out an ancient pastry book and placed it on the table, saying: "This ancient book was provided by City Lord Bo, I will be responsible for reproducing it."

[Lord Bo?! Is he the handsome male? ]

[It seems that City Lord Bo is quite good at pleasing others. 】

[What is the pastry? Macarons for afternoon tea? ]

"Afternoon tea" is just a name. The afternoon tea in the Federation and even the empires is still the old Western desserts, without the traditional Chinese pastries.

Most of the drinks they drink are Western beverages such as coffee.

“Pastry is much more delicious than macarons or something like that.”

Ning Ruan didn't dare to speak too confidently, fearing that she would not be able to replicate the taste of the pastries. As she spoke, she unlocked the wooden box and said, "These molds are needed to make pastries."

The wooden box slowly opened, and the molds were neatly arranged inside. The camera was aimed at the molds made of golden nanmu wood, and every time it was shaken, it shone like gold.

What kind of wood are these molds made of? So gorgeous.

[It's so beautiful, it blinded my eyes. ]

[This wood must be very expensive. The mold looks a bit strange. Why do I seem to see a spring? Is it extruded?]

[I really like golden nanmu, but the price is too expensive. I have to not eat or drink for a year to afford half a string of beads. ]

In the Federation, golden nanmu is a common wood, but it is also very expensive, usually costing a female half a year or even a year's salary.

Males and females are different.

The wages of females are much higher than those of males, and most females also receive federal subsidies every year. The price of golden nanmu is on the higher side.

Ning Ruan took out the first mold, a three-dimensional peach blossom mold, with a few small dots dotted in the middle and a medium-sized surname next to it——

Thin.

Ning Ruan took out all the cake molds of all styles, placed them on the table one by one, and smiled gently: "Bo's cakes are officially starting to be reproduced~"

【Alas, I can witness the birth of something new. 】

[By the way, can this pastry be mass-produced? I'm tired of all the desserts on the federal market, and pastries sound really good.] [Yeah, even if it's not made by Lord Ning Ruan himself, it's fine.]

[That’s right, anything produced by Mr. Ning Ruan must be a top-notch product.]

Ning Ruan glanced at the comment and replied, "I don't know if the replica can be successful yet. If it succeeds, I will discuss it with City Lord Bo later."

Of course, Bo’s pastries need Bo Ju’s consent.

What you need for green tea pastry: butter, powdered sugar, whole egg liquid, milk powder, green tea powder, and matcha powder.

Ning Ruan looked at the records in the ancient book in front of her and couldn't help but frown. Some of the ingredients needed for green tea pastry were extremely difficult to obtain.

Fortunately, I just made a deal with Heckel about tea.

Both green tea powder and matcha powder require green tea leaves to be made, and the butter also needs to be made by hand.

Ning Ruan looked towards the camera in the live broadcast room and sighed softly: "It's over. The first pastry I wanted to make today probably can't be replicated."

[Hmm? Why does Lord Ning Ruan feel that it cannot be replicated after just one look? 】

[I know about butter, and the other two, but what are green tea powder and matcha powder? I've never heard of them.]

[Could it be related to the transaction between Mr. Ning Ruan and His Royal Highness the Third Prince? Tea leaves, only tea leaves can be used to make these two things.]

[What if I can’t reproduce it? Doesn’t that mean I have to stop broadcasting? 】

Just as Ning Ruan was hesitating, the doorbell rang suddenly. She walked to the door, half-knelt and looked into the peephole, but could not see anyone outside.

[Who is it? Who is here to see Mr. Ning Ruan? ]

【Hehe, I started to look forward to it for some reason. 】

[I bet fifty cents that it's Director Lu knocking on the door after get off work! ]

[No, no, no, I think it was Marshal Huo. The live broadcast was so popular, he must be watching Mr. Ning Ruan's live broadcast and came over to apologize passionately.]

[Why can't it be Zhou Jinghuai? He was born as a chef and came to help Mr. Ning Ruan solve the pastry problem.]

There were all kinds of speculations in the comments of the live broadcast room, and even a small bet was made in the comments to bet on who the male behind the door would be.

Ning Ruan looked through the peephole and saw that there was no one outside. She frowned slightly. She was annoyed by people who acted weird like this. She said calmly, "If you don't speak, I won't open the door."

"It's me, Ruan Ruan."

The male's low and gentle voice was heard by all the viewers in the live broadcast room, but the voice was deliberately raised so it was impossible to tell whose voice it was.

[No, who is this voice? ]

[I think it sounds a bit like Director Lu’s voice.]

[I also think it sounds like Director Lu's voice. Zhou Jinghuai's voice is even thicker. Only Director Lu's voice is so deep.]

【agree. 】

【I agree.】

[Isn't this Marshal Huo's voice? ]

[Impossible, absolutely impossible. Marshal Hall's voice is rough, how can it be so nice? To put it nicely, it sounds like a warrior's voice, to put it bluntly, it sounds like a reckless man's voice.]

【Hahahahahahahahahahaha, do you have to be so mean! 】

[Maybe I heard it wrong... But I still think this voice might be Marshal Huo's voice. After all, who knows what a male's private voice would sound like.]

Although a few people in the barrage thought it was Hall's voice.

But they were doubted by the rebuttals from other comments. They had never heard Marshal Huo make such a deliberately high-pitched and low voice.