The girl sitting on the porch pruning new flower branches responded and raised her head.
"You want pork liver, mutton liver or something." A little girl poked her head in, pinched her nose, and handed over an oil paper bag with one hand.
The girl got up and went to pick it up with a smile.
"Oh, sister, what do you want with this kind of thing? It's scary." The little girl asked with a bit of disgust.
"My wife wants something to eat," the girl said.
The little girl curled her lips.
"What are you eating if you don't eat what is delivered from the nice kitchen? You are really a fool," she said.
"Our lady is not a fool." The girl said.
The maid standing outside the door was in a trance for a moment when she heard this.
This conversation, this name...
It seems as if nothing has changed in their place this month, and those girls coming and going have never happened before.
"You're not afraid of fools, I'm afraid, I'm leaving." The little girl waved her hands and hurriedly ran away.
The girl came in carrying a greased paper bag.
"Sister, the fire is ready." Two girls in the kitchen poked their heads in and said, looking at the things in her hands with a bit of disgust, "Do you really want to eat this?"
"How about you tell the lady not to eat it?" the girl said with a smile.
"I'm tired of living...I won't go." A girl laughed and shrank back.
"She even changed your name. I don't want my name to be changed." The other one said and hid in.
"It doesn't matter what my name is, as long as I'm still me." The girl smiled and walked into the kitchen.
After the noodles are cooked, the small brick stove is heated, the steamed liver and kidneys are mashed into mud, and the three girls sit in the kitchen, two of them make stuffings, and one puts the other in the stove to grill.
"It's weird, how did you come up with these things..."
"If you don't eat the good biscuits in the kitchen, you insist on eating this, these, these things are all for dogs..."
The two girls were muttering to each other, but suddenly they stopped talking.
The aroma spreads in the kitchen.
"It's so hot, so hot." The girl put the baked goods into the bamboo plate and said with her fingers.
"It smells so good." The two girls couldn't help but come over and look at the two small, golden and crispy round cakes.
The girl pursed her lips and smiled, then reached out and opened one.
"Would you like some salty taste?" she asked.
Looking at the fillings, the two girls hesitated for a moment, but the girl had already put it in her mouth and started eating.
"Yeah!" The girl nodded with wide eyes, "It's delicious."
She said vaguely, and took another bite. It was so hot that she couldn't help but breathe cold air.
"Let me try the stuffing I mixed and see how it goes." A girl couldn't help but touched the oily hand on the scarf casually, then took the other half and put it into her mouth.
Very few people pass by Cheng Jiaoniang's yard, except when they have to.
At this time, two girls who had no choice but to pass by outside the yard were walking in a hurry and wanted to pass by in one step, but one of them suddenly stopped.
"Hmm, it smells good." She sniffed it and said.
"Yes." The other one also sniffed and looked towards the yard here.
The two looked at each other.
"He's cooking for a fool again. She's really more delicate than other ladies." They curled their lips and said, "I don't know what good things I can feed him."
The girl walked into the house carrying the food box, sat down on her knees and set the dining table, put down the food box, picked up the dining table and walked to the window.
"Madam, please eat." She said respectfully, pushing the dining table over.
The girl who was sitting with her eyes closed in front of the window opened her eyes, lowered her bent legs and sat down.
"Madam, can you give it a try?" the girl said.
Cheng Jiaoniang reached out and picked up a small cake, opened it and ate it slowly in her mouth.
The girl is not that nervous. She has already tasted it and is very confident in the finished product.
"It's so fragrant." Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head and said, only ate one and then put it down.
Girl said something.
"Then, isn't the fragrance good?" she asked in confusion.
"It's not good, it's too loose. It needs to be contained. It's not about smelling good, but eating good." Cheng Jiaoniang said, slowly eating the porridge with a spoon.
There are so many things to pay attention to, but the lady’s taste is so delicious, how did she raise her!
Golden branches and jade leaves are nothing more than that, right?
The girl is a little helpless, maybe it's the real Banqin craftsman.
"This slave is stupid." She leaned over and said.
"It doesn't matter, it's just a trail. I will make sure you are not rude." Cheng Jiaoniang said without looking at her. She paused for a moment, "As long as you want."
The girl's face was filled with joy and she kowtowed again.
"Banqin, thank you Madam for taking the trouble," she said.
Cheng Jiaoniang stopped talking and ate slowly, while the girl carefully served the dishes.
"Madam, what is this called?" she asked as she thought of something, "It turns out that those low-grade foods that no one eats can be made so delicious."
Cheng Jiaoniang glanced at the golden cake on the green bamboo plate.
"Taiping." She blurted out, then paused, waiting for the name to emerge more and more clearly in her memory, "Taiping Steamed Buns."
"Taiping?" The girl changed her words and said with a smile, "It's such an auspicious name. If you eat this every day, you can enjoy peace forever."
Wouldn’t it be uncomfortable for those who can’t eat this?
"Mother!" Cheng Qiniang came in carrying a skirt and shouted.
Mrs. Cheng Er hurriedly hissed at her.
"Your brother just went to bed," she said.
The wet nurse on the side quickly took the baby from her arms and bowed down.
With the Seventh Lady here, the child will not sleep well here.
"Mom, my aunt is partial!" Cheng Qiniang shouted, kneeling down next to her mother and shaking her arm.
"What's wrong? Who did Auntie blame?" Mrs. Cheng Er asked.
Naturally, it was her family that was favored, she replied secretly in her mind, even if they were the same biological children, their mothers would still have preferences, not to mention that their two families were just brothers.
I really don’t know what I thought before, that I actually thought that my eldest sister-in-law is like a mother, but not a real mother.
"That fool!" Cheng Qiniang said.
"That fool?" Mrs. Cheng Er frowned, took the fan and shook it lightly, "What can she sell? It's not her own money that she spends anyway."
The valet beside him coughed lightly to remind him.
Don't say inappropriate things in front of your children. Children's words are unbridled.
"Your aunt is taking care of her. She is a patient, so it is appropriate to be biased." Mrs. Cheng Er said, revealing what she had just said.
"She is a fool. She is not sick like the fourth brother. What's the use of eating delicious food in different ways every day! If you are sick, you can eat good food and take a good supplement to get better. Is it possible that a fool can eat good food and take a good supplement?
Aren't you stupid?" Cheng Qiniang shouted, hugging her mother's arm, "Mom, I want it too! Am I worse than a fool at home?"
Mrs. Cheng Er was a little dizzy from being shaken.
"Surely you are running a small stove alone?" she asked the servant girl.
"Absolutely." The servant girl replied, "In addition to three meals a day and two snacks, the kitchen people often send melons, fruits, meats and vegetables. They are all bought separately and are not what we use every day."
"Mom, I also want to drive alone. I don't want to eat from the kitchen." Cheng Qiniang hurriedly followed.
If the money comes from the public, why don’t all the children at home do the same?
If it's not the father's money, it's the dowry of the first wife. Since we're talking about dowry, we have to talk about it in detail, right?
Mrs. Cheng Er held her fan and was silent for a moment.
"Okay, since she eats, you will naturally eat too. If you want to eat, go and tell the kitchen." She looked at her daughter and nodded with a smile. (To be continued)
