Mill can always find something to do with grandma. One day, she dug up an old shell in the yard.
The dog wagged its tail and walked over and said, “Hey! What are you doing?”
“I’m going to make a cake,” Mill said, “now I’m going to dig a hole.”
So the dog helped her dig it up. After a while, they dug a hole in the yard. Mill said, “This pit is awesome.”
At this time, the cat came over and yawned and said, “Hey! What are you doing?”
Mill said, “I’m going to make a cake, and now I need some flour.”
The cat gathered up a pile of dirt with its paws.
Mill said, “By the way, it’s best to use it as flour!”
The rooster said loudly, “Hey! What are you doing?”
“I’m making cakes,” Mill said, “but there is no sugar.”
The rooster took up piece after piece of peel and threw it in the pit.
Mill said, “These candies are so good!” The cock raised his neck and walked up to the hens with great dignity.
Grandma came over and said, “Hey! What are you doing?”
Mill said, “I’m making a cake, but there are no raisins yet?”
Grandma found a pod that was harvested last year and peeled it apart. In the long brown bean pod lay five shiny, plump bean grains.
“How is it?” Grandma asked.
Mill looked at the beans in her hand and rubbed them together. “It’s very good to use them as raisins. Now we are short of milk.”
Grandma said, “Take this tin box, I’ll go to the water tap.”
Wow! The water gushes out and flows into the can. Mill carried the tin box into the yard and dripped all the way.
The cat stared at Mir in surprise.
Mill smiled and said, “Don’t be afraid, I won’t pour you with water.”
She poured some water in the pit. The water soon seeped into the soil. She thought: There must be a hole in the bottom of the pit.
Mill shoveled some mud from the bottom of the pit, stirred it, and added some of her “flour” and “sugar”. Then, she followed her grandmother’s way of making bread, kneading and kneading the dough, patted and patted.
Ah, it was too dry, so she added some more water. The water was added, and after a while, the “dough” turned into black “cereal porridge”.
She squeezed the black mud with her hands and watched it flow down her fingers. She said: “It’s right now. It’s almost time to bake.”
Grandma walked out of the house, holding a shoe box in her hand, and said, “How about this?”
Mill said: “This is really a very good cake pan.” Then, put the reconciled “noodles” into the shoe box and pat down lightly.
At this time, she remembered that it was time to put raisins. The beans are still lying on the ground. She picked them up and put them in the cake, one, two, three, four, five.
Mill said, “It’s time to sprinkle the sugar.” She picked up the peel from the trail and sprinkled it on top of the cake.
Mill likes this cake very much, and grandma likes it too. Mill put the cake in a corner of the yard where he could see the sun. Later, he forgot about it.
One day, she helped her grandma pull weeds in the yard and almost knocked over the shoe box. Ah, her cake has changed! Some small green things have grown out.
“Grandma!” she shouted, “I have candles on my cake!”
Grandma asked: “How many?”
“One, two, three, four,” Mill counted. “Here is another one that just came out. There are five candles in total.”
Grandma found five small wooden sticks and inserted them in the soil around the Mir cake. Then she took some ropes and tied the tops of the small wooden sticks together like a tent.
From now on, Mill will come to see these candles every day. They are beginning to grow leaves, like small green umbrellas. Then there grew crooked tendrils, which were tightly wrapped around a small wooden stick.
They soon grew to be as long as a cat’s beard.
A few days later, the tail of a rooster grew like a rooster.
Later, they grew to the height of a dog’s nose.
It has been raining these days, and Mill had to stay at home. When she went to see her cake again, the five green candles had grown to the height of her chin. There are five small red flowers on the vine, blinking at her.
By Christmas, these candles were already as tall as grandma. The pods on the top can be plucked to make a delicious dish. Those long pods and shiny beans are exactly the same as the pods that grandma gave to Little Mill.