Shen Qingqing still had one in her belly, so she didn't dare to eat more, so she ate a few skewers of pork belly that Sister Qiao specially grilled for her.
Not to mention, it’s spicy and spicy, and it tastes really good.
Shen Qingqing praised her a few words, and praised the little girl so much that her tail was raised to the sky.
"Auntie, the master said that we will live in the capital for a long time this time. Can you teach me how to cook? I have eaten enough barbecue every day."
Shen Qingqing agreed readily: "Okay, I'll have someone clean up the room and come out later. You can just stay in the princess's mansion. If you want to learn anytime, just come to me."
"Great!" Sister Qiao cheered, and after a while she ran to her again and asked, "Where's brother Qifeng? I want to roast a big chicken drumstick for him!"
"He is training in the military camp. It will probably take a while before he comes back." Shen Qingqing explained.
Some time ago, Qi Rui took the lead, Zhao Ying and Meng Yuan executed, and jointly formed a team full of archers.
As a member of the new team, Meng Qifeng was so busy that he didn't even bother to eat. Speaking of which, Shen Qingqing hadn't seen him for several days.
Sister Qiao narrowed her eyes and smiled, and said crisply: "It doesn't matter, I'll wait for him."
Brother Qifeng treated her to a lot of delicious food before, and this time it was her turn to treat her back.
The little girl was quite perseverant. After everyone had finished dinner, she still waited obediently at the door of the kitchen. When it got dark, Meng Qifeng didn't come back.
Shen Qingqing was about to persuade her to go back to her room to rest when the servant came over with a bouncing little boy.
Sister Qiao's eyes lit up, and she waved her arms to the boy, "Brother, come quickly, I've left a big one for you..."
The excited voices suddenly stopped.
Because the visitor was not Meng Qifeng, but Meng Qiyu, who had been bored in the palace for half a month and was finally able to leave the palace to play.
As a qualified foodie, Meng Qiyu smelled the fragrant smell of barbecue the first second he entered the backyard, so he rushed over like a wild horse.
Seeing Shen Qingqing and others, they didn't even bother to say hello. They got into the kitchen and started grilling, and finally pulled out the chicken legs and wings hidden under the plate by Sister Qiao.
Sister Qiao saw that the skewers she had specially left for Meng Qifeng were about to fall into the mouth of some nasty guy. She immediately exploded and ran over to grab the skewers while shouting: "Don't eat them, they belong to Brother Qifeng!"
Meng Qiyu paused while taking the skewers and looked at the little girl who suddenly appeared, oh, she was still an acquaintance.
The little boy smacked his lips and asked Sister Qiao, "What about mine? I'm your brother too."
Sister Qiao's mouth tightened, her face full of disgust, "If I don't keep it for you, I don't like you."
Meng Qiyu: "..."
Has he ever offended this little girl?
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that I have really offended him.
Last winter, his mother invited the villagers to a barbecue, and this girl suddenly ran out to him and asked for chicken legs, but he didn't give them.
Later, I seemed to have asked him for food several times, but he never gave it to me...
If he does what he does as a human being, no wonder people will hate him.
Meng Qiyu scratched her face in embarrassment and said with an awkward smile: "I was young and naive before, so don't hold grudges."
"I just hold a grudge!" Sister Qiao grabbed the skewers on the plate and ran away without looking back.
Meng Qiyu sniffed, smelling the remaining fragrance in the kitchen, and her saliva couldn't stop flowing out.
Shen Qingqing leaned against the door and laughed at him: "Look at how drooling you are, do you need food in the palace?"
"It's not lacking, but it's not delicious." Meng Qiyu sighed, her little face full of sadness, "The food cooked by the imperial chef has no soul. If you eat too much, it won't taste good. My mother's cooking is still delicious."
It's embarrassing not to show off what I said.
Shen Qingqing rolled up her sleeves and entered the kitchen, "Can I get you a bowl of noodles?"
"No, no, no, you'd better have a good rest." Meng Qi shook his head like a rattle, "I eat other things too."
Just like the big chicken drumstick in Sister Qiao's hand, he liked it very much.
Shen Qingqing saw his purpose, glanced at him and said: "Sister Qiao is one year younger than you and is still a girl. You can't bully others."
"I don't bully, I'm not that kind of person."
Meng Qiyu patted her chest and assured her, and after Shen Qingqing left, she walked up to Sister Qiao with a smile, staring at the skewers in her hand and not wanting to move away.
Sister Qiao realized that he had evil intentions, turned around and took the skewers to the other side.
Meng Qiyu: "..."
After thinking for a moment, he changed the method of cheating the skewers and said, "Qiao sister, give me the skewers, and I will have someone bring you crabapple cakes, red bean cakes, and rose cakes tomorrow, okay?"
Sister Qiao glanced at him and asked, "Are those cakes you mentioned delicious?"
"Of course it's delicious! For example, the rose cake is fragrant, crispy and sweet, and it tastes like roses!"
Sister Qiao's heart was moved, she turned over the things in her hands and handed him a bunch of chicken wings, "Can I exchange this for you for that cake?"
"of course!"
Meng Qiyu took the roasted wings and started to eat them happily. Before he could finish eating, the whole bunch of roasted wings was gone.
Turning his head to look at the big chicken drumstick in the little girl's hand, he began to deceive again: "How about you give me the drumstick too, and I'll ask them to give you a bowl of white fungus, snow pear soup, and golden bird's nest."
Another delicacy she has never tasted before!
Sister Qiao swallowed her saliva in disappointment and said to herself: Brother Qifeng, I'm sorry. I really want to eat these things. I'll bake two more skewers for you tomorrow.
After finishing her mental preparation, the little girl turned around and handed the kebab to Meng Qiyu, "Here, remember to bring me food tomorrow. Don't lie to others. If you lie to others, I will never pay attention to you again."
"Don't worry, I, Meng Qiyu, will never lie to anyone!" Meng Qiyu grinned and gnawed furiously. One big chicken leg was gone again.
He feels his belly is not full yet, what should he do? The only option is to ask the kitchen to cook him another bowl of pork dumplings.
Sister Qiao followed him the whole time, and later saw how deliciously he ate, so she asked the cook for a small half bowl, sat across from him and ate deliciously.
Meng Qiyu only stayed in the princess's mansion for one night, and went to the palace to report his homework to Qi Rui the next day.
Sister Qiao has been thinking about his crabapple cakes, red bean cakes, and rose cakes... From morning to evening, it seems that it is getting dark, and the person who delivers the cakes has not yet appeared.
The little girl was so angry that she burst into tears, "Liar, big liar, I will never believe him again!"
Shen Qingqing knew that her son was not a man of his word, so he wiped her tears and persuaded her: "Wait a moment, my aunt promises you that delicious food will be delivered today."
If you can't deliver it to her, send someone out to buy some, and then deal with the little brat later.
There is no way, if the mother doesn’t repay the debt owed by her son, who will repay it?
"Okay, then I'll wait for him a little longer."
Sister Qiao continued to sit by the door with tears in her eyes and waited. When it got dark and Shen Qingqing was about to take out the pastries she bought to recharge, a group of palace servants carrying food boxes finally arrived belatedly.