Seeing Li Yi change his clothes and walk out of the room, Old Man Sun immediately came to greet him. In just a short while, he had already formed several preliminary ideas in his mind.
"Mr. Sun, please rest for now. I'll go cook. If there's anything else, we'll talk about it later." Seeing Wan Ruoqing's figure appear in the kitchen, Li Yi waved his hand and then walked towards the kitchen.
Here he is the master, just like you and the others are guests. There is no reason for the master to let his guests cook at home.
"Do, cook?" Old Man Sun stood there blankly. How could a man do a woman's thing?
In his heart, Li Yi is a god-like man. Imagine his god wearing an apron and humming a tune in the kitchen, chopping pig bones?
As he got older, he couldn't bear such a psychological gap for a while, and the dull expression on Old Man Sun's face didn't recover for a long time.
Not seeing the stunned old man Sun, Li Yi walked into the kitchen and saw Yang Liuqing and Wan Ruoqing busy at the stove. Zeng Zuimo squatted down and peeled a good green onion into pieces.
Li Yi hurriedly snatched it from her hand. It could be seen from the bowl of porridge she cooked in the morning that this drunken girl was just like the second young lady in his family. She was a little fairy who had no fingers in the spring water.
It should be floating in the sky - vulgar words such as peeling onions and cooking are not suitable for fairies.
"Okay, okay, you can go and have a rest outside. As long as we are here, it will be fine." Li Yi waved to her. It is enough to have Wan Ruoqing and Yang Liuqing here to help. Let him cook for five people by himself. No.
When you know how long you are going to struggle, you need to find two people to help you.
Needless to say, Wan Ruoqing made the sweet-scented osmanthus cake so delicious, how could her cooking skills be poor? As a wandering heroine, Yang Liuqing’s living ability must be much better than that of ordinary people. There is no problem in helping out, at least not
I will peel a green onion until it is only the length of my little finger.
Seeing him swatting away flies, Zeng Zuimo felt a little annoyed. Instead, he stood beside him with his arms folded to see how a grown man like him did these kitchen things.
He has reached the pinnacle in both poetry and painting. Being able to see the side of him that he is not good at makes me feel quite satisfied.
However, it didn't take long for her mentality of just watching the excitement to disappear. As a woman, she even felt ashamed.
Even Wan Ruoqing was a little surprised. She knew that Li Yi often cooked, and his cooking skills should be decent. He could make a bowl of ordinary white porridge with endless aftertaste. However, seeing his exquisite and somewhat exaggerated knife skills and skilled...
As he moved, he couldn't help but feel ashamed.
Yang Liuqing has been here for a long time, so she is not surprised by this. If she is allowed to do it, she can cut it faster and better - although the taste is not comparable at all.
Zeng Zuimo didn't look at it for a while before he walked out in shame. As a woman, being defeated by a man in a place where she should be proud is not a face-saving thing.
Steaming and boiling are still the mainstream meals in ordinary people's homes, but not in Li Yi's family. Since there is no shortage of money, iron pot stir-frying has replaced those two simple cooking methods.
So, Zeng Zuimo smelled the fragrance coming from the kitchen in the yard.
She was already very hungry, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva almost involuntarily. Then she felt that this move seemed very spineless, and then - swallowed another mouthful of saliva involuntarily.
In the past, she didn't have to worry about anything else in Qunyu Courtyard except singing and performing songs that she sometimes couldn't help but. As the top steward of Qunyu Courtyard, the Madam would naturally make people take good care of her.
However, after the redeemer moved out from there, she and Xiaocui had to personally handle everything, big and small, including food, clothing, housing, and transportation.
Some trivial matters were okay, but only three meals a day could not be bought from the restaurant every time. However, she and Xiao Cui really knew nothing about cooking, so they had to practice diligently and spend several hours a day around them.
Next to the stove, fortunately, she was talented and smart. After a few days, she finally realized that going to Sister Ruoqing's place for food was the best solution.
At this moment, I smell the fragrance in the air and stare blankly in the direction of the kitchen. My thoughts are a little far away. What if...
After a while, Zeng Zuimo pinched his arm before driving that unrealistic thought out of his mind.
Wan Ruoqing and Yang Liuqing were in the kitchen, and they found helplessly that apart from selecting onions, peeling garlic, and occasionally passing him some seasonings, they could no longer help him.
No, I can still serve the dishes.
Every time Li Yi finished a dish, he would ask them to take it out. In a short time, four hot dishes, four cold dishes and a soup were all finished.
A total of eight dishes and one soup are of extremely high standard for entertaining guests.
The square table is just right for four people, but there is only one more person, Yang Liuqing. The three women are all thin, so it doesn't look crowded when five people sit around it.
"I've worked hard for you all these days, so I'll do it first as a token of respect." Li Yi raised his glass and said to Wan Ruoqing and Old Man Sun.
Without them, there would be no theater today, and his plans would be impossible. This drink should be toasted.
Of course, since most of the people here are women, there is actually tea in his cup.
However, toasting tea and toasting are all the same. The idea is here and the details are not important.
"Your Majesty, you are serious, you are serious..." Old Man Sun hurriedly raised his glass in reply. His dreams and wishes could be realized only because of Li Yi's support. And what's the hard work involved in realizing his dreams?
Zeng Zuimo looked at the table full of delicious food and swallowed secretly. She had been hungry for a long time. Facing so many delicious foods but not being able to eat them was a double torture for her spirit and body.
"This cup is for the future of the theater!"
"This cup is for ourselves!"——
Listening to these words, Zeng Zuimo's face turned a little pale. Can he eat and then pay respects? Or he can pay tribute while eating!
"Okay, the food will be cold in a while, let's use the chopsticks." Finally hearing this heavenly voice from Li Yi's mouth, Zeng Zuimo couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks.
"Ms.—Ms., are there any guests at home?" Ruyi walked in from the door and looked at the situation inside the house with a slightly startled expression on her face.
Miss Liu Er, who followed him in, had no expression at all, but the little maid beside her couldn't help but change her expression after seeing Zeng Zuimo.
Isn't that the woman painted in the painting that my uncle hid?
The chopsticks that Zeng Zuimo had stretched out stopped in mid-air, and in an instant, his whole life felt much darker.
