Yun Qiao has practiced martial arts since childhood and has strong hands.
She kneaded and kneaded the dough by herself. She was very focused on learning while the Qian sisters helped, learning and playing at the same time.
The cook baked biscuits first, and Qian Er said, "Make some black tea for us. We'll choke just from eating the biscuits."
Yun Qiao: "Are you here to eat cookies, or are you here to learn how to make snacks?"
"It's not a waste of time." Qian Er said, "I do it just to eat."
Yun Qiao: "You and Changning must be able to talk."
Qian Er was a little confused: "Why?"
"Sister said you are as stupid as Sister Changning." Miss Qian explained.
Miss Qian Er: "..."
The chef is always laughing and laughing.
Aunt Qian took the time to take a look and found her two daughters sitting nearby eating snacks, listening to the radio, and making comments from time to time. Only Yunqiao was working hard.
"If you don't learn, both of you will go out." Aunt Qian scolded her daughters.
The two girls were as thick-skinned as the city wall. They refused to leave and told Aunt Qian very confidently: "Mom, the kitchen is warm. This oven is really good and there is no smoke."
Aunt Qian kindly wanted to let her daughters learn a "talent", but in the end she just built a more comfortable "fireplace" for them in the kitchen. She was so angry that she could not speak for a while.
Fortunately, Yun Qiao is very attentive.
Aunt Qian couldn't say whether "cooking skills" were a bonus for women.
Anyway, if Qian Changping always has her current status, her daughter can't tell the difference between oil and vinegar, and her husband's family will praise her for her temperament; if Qian Changping falls, her husband's family will also despise her for being vulgar and unworthy of the stage, even if her daughter's cooking skills compete with those of the imperial chef.
Therefore, learning is just the icing on the cake, forget it if you don’t like learning.
"Are Yun Qiao tired? If so, go out and play." Aunt Qian said.
Yun Qiao: "I just made a batch of small cakes..."
"It's not baked properly, it's all burnt." Miss Qian broke the news.
Yun Qiao: "I have to make another batch and take it back to Uncle Qi to try."
Aunt Qian: "...Okay, you study hard."
Yun Qiao worked hard and finally succeeded in learning, and she did make some small cakes.
The small cake was fluffy and sweet, and the cook also taught her how to whip cream and decorate it, decorate the small cake in a fancy way, and cover it with nuts or fruits.
Yun Qiao did the same thing.
After it was done and the cook prepared it for her, Yun Qiao didn't want to eat dinner and wished she could go home immediately.
"...I was so full while cooking and eating in the afternoon." She was also telling the truth.
Don't talk about her, the two girls from the Qian family also supported it.
Yun Qiao carried the small cake she made by herself, and the Qian family's car took her to a place about three miles away from the entrance of Xi Mansion. She got out of the car and called a rickshaw to avoid being hit by people from Xi Mansion.
Returning to Xi Mansion, she went to Xi Lanting in great spirits.
Unexpectedly, Uncle Qi is not at home today.
The doorkeeper was Xi Zun, and the one who followed him out was Xi Rong.
Xi Zun told her: "It's still a school matter. Two people from the Academic Affairs Office of Yancheng University objected and planned to publicly attack the matter in the newspaper. Master Qi went to deal with it."
After hearing this, Yun Qiao knew that this matter was not that easy.
She asked: "How to deal with it? Chop it up and feed it to the dogs?"
Xi Zun: "... Mr. Qi has a good temper. He never kills innocent people indiscriminately. Miss Yun Qiao, the few times you saw him killing people, they were all assassins or spies. As for intellectuals, Mr. Qi respects them very much."
Yun Qiao: "I'm just kidding too."
Xi Zun: "..."
Xi Lanting didn't come back for a long time, and Yun Qiao was sitting in the living room waiting for him, flipping through an English novel on the table next to him.
After he finished reading the book, Xi Lanting still hadn't returned, so Yun Qiao stood up.
The chiming clock on the wall rang nine times, it was getting late.
She was a little bored, so she went to Xi Lanting's bed and turned on the light.