Gu Xiang really discovered that Jiang had a natural spirituality in painting. Not only did he draw, but he also wrote the word Jiang well and read very quickly. Even if he was the daughter of a scholar, it would be quite rare to have the talent of her mother.

The original owner followed Jiang. When Gu Xiang took over this body, although his memory was vague, he could write good handwriting by lifting the pen. Anyway, the calligraphy skills she learned in the Youth Palace when she was a child were not very good. Not to mention that she had not written much in some years, even if she practiced all the way, she might not be so regular and delicate.

Gu Xiang lived in the whole house quite satisfactory, and her neighbor was also a very easy-to-use person, but she could only adapt strongly to the bathroom and bathroom.

She racked her brains to think about how to make it more convenient in the bathroom and bathroom, but she was a little unsatisfactory. She had thought about all kinds of ceramic walls and floors. Ceramics were not difficult to make, but at least Gu Zhuang could not find a talent who could burn ceramics to bear weight.

She also knows the principle of the flush toilet. It is done by using siphon. It is not difficult to make molds and shells. In addition to ceramics, there are many materials that can be used. Unfortunately, the cost is too high. Can she still dare to take gold and silver to pile up a toilet?

In the end, I accepted the toilets used by local wealthy families.

Think about it, the toilets built in rural areas in the 1970s and 1980s are actually far from being as good as others, and they can only be used. If she wants to enjoy more convenient services and live a life like modern times, she still has to work hard to make money and talents.

While thinking, Gu Xiang wiped his new kitchen knife.

Some time ago, her consumption in the system mall finally reached the minimum threshold. The mall is particularly good at doing business and gave her a pair of kitchen knives.

A complete set of knives was packed with exquisite nanmu knife boxes, with a total of twenty-eight large and small pieces. I don’t know what material of wood is used for the handles. The texture is delicate and the carvings on it are very fine.

Gu Xiang likes the chef's knife the most, and there is also a multi-functional knife that is neither light nor heavy in his hand, and the knife is very fast.

Not only did she like it, the old dog brought all the chickens, ducks and sheep that Gu Xiang had to use for a warm-up banquet today. The first time I didn't think about what Gu Chu would do at her own meal, so I stared at the knife in Gu Chu's hand with jealousy.

Lao Gou is barely considered an expert in using knives.

His father used to be a escort agency when he was in the past and learned swordsmanship with a teacher. There was a 100-refined treasure sword at home that he spent ten taels of silver to beat when he was young. Lao Gou saw his father treat the knife as a treasure since he was a child. Later, his father fell seriously ill and had no choice but to use it as a treasure.

Back then, he made ten taels of silver, but he thought it was twenty-three taels of silver, and at least he let his father live for two more years.

At this moment, the old dog was circling around Gu Xiang, and his heart was filled with knife.

I'm afraid that Zhang Li can't compare with Gu Chu's!

The old dog couldn't help but murmur: "It's really... the murderous knife is not as good as the cutting vegetables..."

What is this called?

According to those literati and poets, this is called "The Pearl of Secrets".

Gu Xiang glanced at him, raised his eyebrows slightly, and the knife fell on the white radish instantly. The rockery bridge pavilion, exquisite rows of two-story small stone buildings dotted among the forest. He looked at the knife and the radish on the chopping board, and he wanted to grow two more pairs of eyes.

Gu Xiang laughed, gently lifted the radish and put it into the porcelain basin containing the broth. The cool soup passed under the bridge. The soup rinsed on the radish, rolled and steamed, and suddenly a strong fragrance burst out.

The old dog's eyes were so straightened that he finally didn't care about whether to shoot a knife or a pearl or a pearl. A good knife was not worthy of Gu Chu, and it was buried for anyone!

"Yes or no……"

Gu Xiang blinked: "I can't eat it yet."

As he said that, he put the porcelain basin into the pot: "Old Du, control the fire."

After baking the heat, the broth rolled chubby, and the white mist drilled outward from the pot. First, it was a little thin and stranded, and then it became more and more intense.

The old dog was so embarrassed that he couldn't stand on the side, and his saliva kept secreting.

The neighbors are in trouble too.

Next door to the Wang family, Tiesheng's mother was sitting on the bed making clothes for her son. Suddenly she smelled the smell and was immediately absent-minded. She sewed the sleeves backwards as she sewed them. She didn't have the patience to change them now, so she threw them aside and walked out.

As a result, when I walked out, I saw seventeen or eighteen men, women, young and old, and looked at Aunt Huang's courtyard one by one.

"Oh, I remembered that today is when Sanniang holds a warm house banquet?"

"No, I remember asking my son to buy some snacks to congratulate him yesterday, and I don't know if my son remembers it!"

Everyone stared at the courtyard gate, but it was still early and it was far away from meal time.

Just as he was struggling, he saw Zhou Dongniang carrying a basket of bowls and chopsticks on her left, holding a bench in her right hand, and strode over: "Aunt Huang."

She turned around and laughed, "The old couple of Gu's family are not in a good state. There must be someone helping the table. Isn't I here to help?"

Aunt Huang quickly let Zhou Dongniang in, "Sister-in-law Li is here? Hurry up, the third lady has prepared some fruits and sit down and taste them first."

As he said that, he greeted the others: "Don't forget to join in the fun."

"must."

All the people here are Gu's family and friends, so they all responded.

I couldn't do anything I was doing. I was so hungry that I couldn't help but go home and took out some dry food, so I took a small bite.

But I can't eat too much. I have to go to a mat today. If I eat too much at this time, I will eat less later. That would be a big loss.

Everyone was thinking about it. After a moment, they all came to Aunt Huang's door, including baskets, snacks, water, firewood, tables, chairs, and benches.

Everyone: "..."

What else can Jiang do? Let the person in the door quickly and serve tea and water to dim sum.

The neighbor could still eat fruit and snacks, so the old dog squatted in front of the stove, and was already in a state of scattering.

Layer after layer of umami smell kept drilling into the nose, making others start to be in a daze.

Gu Xiang smiled and began to knead the dough, and took the small dough made of red dates and flour, rubbed it in her hand, took a knife to sweep out the eyebrows and eyes of the coat, and put it on the radish's ground.

The old dog suffered for nearly two hours.

It's finally time to have a meal.

When we arrived at the dining table, everyone was silent.

The first time Gu Xiang made such a delicate meal, the various sets were carved by carrots, but there was another world inside, fish balls and shrimp balls, not a little more, not a little more.

The soup was hung all night. In addition to the chicken and duck rack, it also used scallops and seafood, which was so delicious that even Gu Xiang couldn't help but take several sips.

At this time, Zhou Dongniang stared at the dishes on the table, and even dared not take action with a spoon.

Gu Xiang came over and served them a bowl first.

Zhou Dongniang entered her mouth with a spoonful of tears, and her eyes suddenly filled with tears: "I'm doing evil!"

How could she have such a delicious food!
Chapter completed!