"Mom, I also want to make mooncakes."
With the Mid-Autumn Festival approaching, Daohua instructed the kitchen to make a lot of mooncakes, some of which were to be packaged and sent to officials in Liangdu, and some were to be sent to the soldiers in the military town.
While passing by the kitchen, Daozi saw the kitchen maids busily making mooncakes and suddenly became interested, so he ran to find Daohua.
Daohua smiled at her son: "Making mooncakes is not easy."
Daozi confidently said: "Mom, didn't you say that the clay figures I mold look good? I can even mold clay figures, how could I possibly not make good mooncakes?"
Daohua didn't want to raise her son as a spoiled and lazy person who can't distinguish grains or be diligent, she had always been cultivating his ability to work with his hands. Seeing Daozi so enthusiastic now, naturally, she would not refuse.
