While Meng Yao was trying to find a way to help Jiang Huizhi treat her illness, Qiao Xiyan's flour mill officially started operations.
She originally saw the opportunity and wanted to take advantage of Hu Da's arrival to start work and invite him to come and see the flour mill.
When the work first started, there was a lot of activity, and she also invited a lot of people, so many people would definitely be attracted to save and pick up food. Everything was arranged properly, but something went wrong in the middle.
Fortunately, there were no glitches in the commencement ceremony. Regardless of the people she arranged or the people she attracted, she could not resist the temptation in the end and ended up with a lot more food reserves.
With someone stocking up on food, Qiao Xiyan stopped worrying. He put aside the flour mill for the time being and began to concentrate on dealing with Meng Yao.
She ruined the good things she had done time and time again and wanted to make money by selling food in the town. Where could such good things happen?
At noon, Meng Yao sent food to the town.
One is for Uncle Hu, and the other is for Aunt Jiang’s special qualities.
When she was delivering food, there was already one more person in Uncle Hu's yard, cooking a table full of sumptuous dishes.
The dishes were so rich, with eight dishes, one soup, and after-dinner snacks.
Look at the presentation and the dishes, they are all extremely exquisite, but Uncle Hu is still fussy and fussy.
"If we make so little, who will be able to eat it?"
"I already said I wanted to eat spicy food. How can I eat it if it's neither sweet nor salty?"
"I brought you to make me angry, not to serve me, right?"
Meng Yao originally wanted to go to Aunt Jiang's place first, but when she heard the sound of banging and whirring inside, she knocked on the door.
Before Uncle Hu could say the angrily "come in", he opened the door and stuck his head out.
"Uncle Hu, you are eating, so you can eat slowly while I go next door to see my godmother."
"return!"
Uncle Hu pinched his beard and glared at her, "What's the matter? If you recognize your godmother, you'll even lose my share of food!"
Meng Yao looked at the stranger wearing a chef's hat standing next to Uncle Hu who was still expressionless despite being scolded.
I guess it was the cook hired by Uncle Hu's son.
She curled her lips and made a gesture towards Uncle Hu.
"Didn't you have someone to cook for you? And they made so many delicious things, how could you expect to see the snacks I made?"
"Who says you can't stand it? Bring it here! I want some people with eyes that reach up to their noses to see how terrible the food they cook is. Do you really think that you are a great chef because you are a chef somewhere?"
Meng Yao: "..."
Is Uncle Hu grudged against the cook, or against his own son?
Hu Da and Hu Si who were kneeling at the entrance of the courtyard have disappeared. I don't know whether Uncle Hu drove them away or they couldn't bear it and ran away.
In Meng Yao's opinion, it should be the former.
Otherwise, how could Uncle Hu accept the chef sent over?
Meng Yao thought for a while, then entered the courtyard with a smile. Behind her, Qi Boyan followed him silently.
Uncle Hu never heard Qi Boyan speak, and thought that Meng Yao was the only one here. Seeing that Qi Boyan was still following him, he couldn't help but glare at him.
Uncle Hu spoke very rudely. Facing Qi Boyan, he almost spat out his saliva, "Isn't it embarrassing for such a big man to follow his wife behind him when he has nothing to do all day long?"
Meng Yao was a little angry and gritted his teeth and glared at Uncle Hu, but Qi Boyan smiled and said, "What's the shame in following your own wife?"
Uncle Hu couldn't help but feel resentful. He suddenly felt that it was boring and boring, so he slapped his chopsticks on the bowl.
Stop eating.
Meng Yao glanced at the sulky Uncle Hu and rolled his eyes.
"Uncle Hu, there are so many delicious things, why don't you eat them?"
"It smells so good. It's just right. I haven't had a few bites at home. If you don't want to eat it, don't waste it. Give it to me!"
Meng Yao said and ran over, pulled up a stool and sat down.
Seeing such exquisitely prepared dishes, I couldn’t help but click my tongue.
"It looks delicious. Uncle Hu really doesn't want to eat it?"
As he asked, he couldn't help but reach out his hand.
But before he could reach out at that time, he was slapped by Uncle Hu.
"Did I let you eat it?"
"Ouch, it hurts! Uncle Hu, I have given you so much food before and after, and you only eat a few things, and you hit me, you are so cruel!"
Uncle Hu had a sullen face, looking cold and ruthless, "I won't let you eat it!"
Meng Yao suddenly stood up.
"Then I won't let you eat either. Whatever delicious food you eat in the future won't be your share!"
Meng Yao put away the things he brought without even showing them to Uncle Hu.
Uncle Hu's nose twitched. He clearly wanted to know what delicious food Meng Yao had made, but he still insisted on being stubborn.
"Don't think that I don't know what you did. You said before you left that you were going to make something light. It won't be delicious!"
Meng Yao had already hummed, and while pulling Qi Boyan away, Balala said to herself, "Yes, it definitely doesn't taste good. Unfortunately, I heard someone keep talking about wanting to eat meat or spicy food, so I made sweet and sour short ribs.
Mapo tofu, I’ll just feed it to the dog!”
Meng Yao kept listening to Uncle Hu talking about how he made a lot of money today, so he wanted to celebrate and made a few side dishes.
Unexpectedly, I was disliked by Uncle Hu.
"Stop, don't go, hey!"
The more Uncle Hu yells, the faster Meng Yao walks.
Meng Yao was covered up tightly, and there were so many fragrant dishes covering up the smell, so Uncle Hu really didn't smell what Meng Yao had done.
Mapo tofu.
A few days ago, Uncle Hu said he wanted to eat it and asked Meng Yao if he knew how to cook it. Meng Yao kept it secret with him.
Now it's actually done.
According to Uncle Hu's understanding of Meng Yao during these days, if she doesn't do it, she will definitely be able to do it.
Hey, don't go!
The more Uncle Hu chased after him, the faster Meng Yao walked, and several people had already left the yard.
And the cook who was invited by Hu Si to cook for Uncle Hu saw that he had cooked a whole table, but only used one chopstick for each dish, so he couldn't help but raise his feet and follow him.
Jiang Huizhi has woken up, but is still lying down.
In the meantime, Uncle Hu was worried and ran over to watch several times. Every time Jiang Huizhi scolded him bloody.
Running around, disturbing her sleep.
He was scolded again and again, and he ran away again and again. Uncle Hu said harsh words, but he couldn't hear Jiang Huizhi's movement and kept running back.
But it really goes as what Jiang Huizhi said before, he is just a weakling.
Meng Yao knocked on the door, but before anyone could answer, Uncle Hu, who was lagging behind, started shouting.
"The old woman is lying in the house, and she can't hear you even if you knock on the door."
Meng Yao pursed her lips and pushed the door open.
The first thing he did when he entered was to pull Qi Boyan in quickly and close the door.
"Uncle Hu, you are not welcome here."
Uncle Hu was not one to be obedient, so he pushed a few times, pushed Meng Yao away who didn't really want to block the door, and squeezed in.
Facing Meng Yao's angry face, his old face couldn't be more proud.
"Don't think that just because you accept Old Lady Jiang as your godmother, you can make the decision? In this door, your uncle and I will come in as soon as we say, but you, little girl, can't handle it!"
"Yao Yao can't be the master, but you can be the master?"
Jiang Huizhi heard the sound, held on to the wall, and walked out of the room with a dark face, but it was scary.