Regarding the situation that Chang Jisheng came over to eat cheekily, Yang Yunting was a little uncomfortable at first, but she was much more comfortable with it.

Ignoring Chang Jisheng, she went straight to the small kitchen.

Because Chang Jisheng often eats here, the small kitchen now has no less ingredients than the big kitchen. Yang Yunting can do whatever she wants, and because of Chang Jisheng, she has studied a lot of dishes.

Sweet, salty, spicy, Chang Jisheng is not taboo in everything.

Simmered the iron pot chicken first, and Yang Yunting mixed a mint head. Take the most tender part of the mint and pinch it off, wash it, overheat it, put in various spices, and drop a few drops of sesame oil.

Generally, such a dish requires a lot of mint heads, and a large piece must be picked every time it is picked, so it cannot be eaten several times a year.

Iron pot chicken with it, and with a sweet white fungus mash wolfberry soup, it is the most suitable.

"I mean, you're really getting better at cooking."

Whether it's the iron-pot chicken that you can't get tired of, or the cold mint and sweet soup, it tastes good. A bite of chicken, a bite of cold vegetables, and a sweet soup at the end, it's not too happy.

Chang Jisheng ate very happily and couldn't help but praise Yang Yunting.

Hearing this, Yang Yunting said: "It's delicious, you have to do it in moderation." Have you gained a lot of weight recently, and if you continue like this, you will be as fat as your father. ”

Chang Jisheng's father is 1.7 meters tall and fat to more than 200 pounds, and he is disgusted by Chang Jisheng's mother all day long.

Chang Jisheng is not fat, because his body shape follows his mother, but his face has indeed been a lot rounder recently, and the culprit is Yang Yunting.

"Mmmm, don't worry, in the future, I will only eat at noon, and I won't eat dinner or only drink porridge, what do you think?"

Hearing that Yang Yunting had moved his father out, Chang Jisheng was frightened.

He's not like his dad was fat.

"It's up to you whether you eat it or not, I don't care."

The topic was brought up by Yang Yunting first, who knew that in the end she didn't want to answer, rolled her eyes, pouted, she stood up and left.

Seeing her leave, Chang Jisheng was not in the mood to eat any more, wiped his mouth, and he followed Yang Yunting into the house.

In the days of the Chang family, especially when she became Chang Jisheng's concubine, Yang Yunting didn't have to work by herself, except for the occasional time when Chang Jisheng came over to eat, she cooked herself, and she was practicing embroidery the rest of the time.

In front of the window in the inner room, there used to be a table, but now it has been replaced by a weaving frame, the window is wide open, and Yang Yunting has picked up the needle and thread.

"Chang Jisheng, can I ask you something?"

Chang Jisheng came here to eat, almost after eating and left, it was rare to follow up.

Seeing him fall on her bed, Yang Yunting frowned and said a word to Chang Jisheng.

Hearing this, Chang Jisheng sat up from the bed with a carp on his face. After getting along with Yang Yunting for so long, this is the first time that Yang Yunting has said that she has something to ask him.

"Tell me about it."

If he could, he would help. If he can't help, he tries to help as much as he can.

"I want to find a literate gentleman to teach me how to read."

words, Yang Yunting recognizes a few. But there were only a few, so she wanted to recognize more.

And Chang Jisheng was very surprised and curious when he suddenly heard her say that she wanted to read and write, "Why did you suddenly remember to read so well?" ”