"Young master, don't you know, when Mrs. Chen and the others replied like this, the maid sent by Madame turned white with anger." Pozhu pinched Nan Qichen's shoulders while observing his master's expression.

Nan Qichen did not show the satisfied look she imagined, but asked with a hint of displeasure in her words: "So when was that meal delivered?" ”

Pozhu keenly sensed her master's displeasure, and she replied cautiously: "It shouldn't be too late." The slave didn't know. ”

"Young master, are you sorry for Mrs. Hou?" Pozhu asked tentatively.

mentioned his brother, Nan Qichen's good impression of Su Zhaoning because of the martial arts book was removed by more than half.

He spewed out a breath of cold air from his nose and said to Pozhu: "Didn't you say before that the maid next to Madame dared to move my things?" Let's go and give her a pot in front of the ancestor! ”

Nan Qichen felt that he would not do anything for that brother! It won't be distressed!

In the kitchen of the Dingyuan Marquis's Mansion, several kitchen ladies were fanning the wind weakly and yawning.

A little maid hurried over, and the cook's spirits were suddenly lifted.

Mrs. Chen, who had been to Su Zhaoning's courtyard to reply, was the first to ask, "How?" ”

The little girl's eyebrows were bent into a line, and she replied with a smile: "I didn't return!" ”

Then all the mothers-in-law breathed a sigh of relief.

After being relieved, these mothers-in-law spoke even more openly.

One said: "I see that our new lady doesn't look bad, why doesn't our marquis just like her?" ”

One said, "Is our Hou Ye your vision?" Hou Ye is a person who has seen a lot of princesses, how can he be easily subdued like this. ”

A mother-in-law boldly inferred: "You say, does Master Hou already have a heart and like someone else?" ”

The little maid who listened to the news interjected, and she guessed, "Is it the Seventh Princess?" ”

The mother-in-law laughed, "It doesn't matter who he likes." In short, Master Hou doesn't like Madame, so let's make this meal slowly and boldly today. ”

"We're not slow, we're here to make it fine and delicious. The key is to do it well. Mrs. Chen concluded.

The crowd laughed.

There was a lot of joy in the kitchen, but another group of people came outside the kitchen door.

I saw Baizhu walking in front, followed by several mothers-in-law who were also some age.

The kitchen door was open, and the mother-in-law inside was smiling and leaning back and falling back just when she saw Baizhu walking in.

Their voices stopped abruptly.

Mrs. Chen stood up and greeted her and spoke to Baizhu: "Miss Baizhu, but Madame is urging you to eat?" We haven't rested on this stove one by one. ”

"Baizhu girl, look, this pot is stewed with dried bamboo shoots and duck pot, and this old duck is a mallard duck specially bought from outside the city. If the ingredients are not selected well, the taste of the dish will be much worse. "Mrs. Chen is doing the same trick again.

Baizhu's face was as ugly as before, she looked at the mothers-in-law who were struggling to talk nonsense, and replied, "Madame knows that you have worked hard, so she specially asked me to lead people to share their worries." ”

"Worry?" Mrs. Chen suddenly became alert. Looking at the mothers-in-law behind Baizhu who were about the same age as herself, she hurriedly stopped, "Miss Baizhu just arrived at the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, I think she doesn't know the rules of our mansion." This is the most sloppy food. The people who entered the kitchen were all innocent and checked and checked. We can't just add people to the kitchen. ”

Mrs. Chen's words also woke up the other mothers-in-law of the Marquis of Dingyuan. One by one, they protected the stove in front of them and replied, "We can't interrupt the stew on this stove." In addition to the lady's, there are also the old lady, the young master, and the young lady. ”

"You can't eat it, so you don't care about the old lady, the young master, and the young lady, right?" The mother-in-law splashed dirty waterways.

Baizhu was about to be angry when he heard it. Fortunately, Su Zhaoning had already alerted her in advance.

Thinking of his master's instructions, Baizhu replied, "Where can I delay your kung fu." We won't touch any of these stoves. It's just like Mother Chen, you said, this eating rule can't be broken. ”

"We've got to sit in the kitchen, we've got to use our own stuff." After Bai Zhu finished speaking, she stepped aside.

I saw that several mothers-in-law behind her stepped forward separately and got busy directly in this kitchen.

The knife workers who pick vegetables, wash vegetables, and chop vegetables can't blink at the hands of the cooks in the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion.

No matter how good the knife work of the person brought by the lady is, the clever woman can't cook without fire, right?

The cooks thought to themselves.

After more than a quarter of an hour, the people brought by Baizhu had already prepared the ingredients. When the ingredients were finished, the group went to remove the hanging pot.

In order to deliberately spend effort on the stove, almost none of the dishes use pots, and they are all specially used thick casseroles to simmer.

Mrs. Chen and the others were very vigilant, strictly blocking in front of the stove they were standing on, and reiterated again: "We can't move these fires." ”

Isn't it just that you can't start a fire?

Almost at the same time as Mrs. Chen's words fell, Poria led people in again.

The group walked to the kitchen with firewood and some large rocks in hand.

"What are you going to do?" Mrs. Chen hurriedly went to stop her.

As soon as the mother-in-law went to stop them, Baizhu and Poria pretended to go to the stove.

These mothers-in-law can only go back to guard their stoves.

In this tossing effort, a simple stone stove was built, and the people brought by Baizhu quickly lit the fire and fried the vegetables directly.

Mrs. Chen and the others simply wanted to cry without tears.

This kitchen shouldn't be this big! It can also make people temporarily set up stoves.

This time, it was the turn of Poria and Baizhu Qi.

In front of everyone, Baizhu deliberately said to Poria Cocos: "Poria Cocos, this food must not be sloppy. If you bring firewood, you have to weigh whether you can afford it. ”

"Really? Sister Baizhu, I'm so scared. Poria blinked twice, looked at Mrs. Chen, and added, "Fortunately, this firewood was taken from the back of the kitchen." Didn't Sister Baizhu say before, when you came over, I heard Mother Chen say that these firewood were specially chopped for cooking for Mrs. temporarily? ”

This set of rhetoric, of course, was made up by Mrs. Chen in the morning in order to delay time.

But now, it was used by them in this way.

Mrs. Chen's heart ached when she heard this.

Bai Shu nodded seriously and replied, "But isn't it, these firewood are very precious." Now that it is used, Chen's mother must be very pleased. ”

Glad to have a kitchen knife. Mrs. Chen scolded in her heart.

Poria asked with a confused face: "Sister Baizhu, will we send these dishes directly to Mrs. when we make them?" ”

"That's not going to work. Mother Chen, they are all cooking for their wife, let's get their love. Baizhu looked at the group of people he had brought over, and saw that after a while, more than a dozen dishes had already come out.

She shouted to Poria and said, "Come, let's hurry up and send food to the old lady, young lady and young master." Don't starve your masters. ”

Poria responded loudly and walked with the food.

Mrs. Chen wanted to stop again, and said in her mouth: "Old lady, they all have specific tastes, we have prepared the dishes......"

"I know, you're ready, you don't have time to cook." Baizhu stood in front of Mrs. Chen, and let Poria lead the people to go first.

Then, she looked at Mrs. Chen with a smile on her face and said, "Mother Chen has taken such great pains to serve Madame, we will definitely have a good talk to Madame." ”

Although these words were as gentle as water, Mrs. Chen heard the meaning of the knife frost.

She wanted to talk back, but Baizhu turned around and left.

"Mother Chen, our people have worked so hard, and the kitchen will be left to you." Baizhu walked to the gate of the courtyard and turned back to say a word.

When the figure of Baizhu disappeared at the door, Mrs. Chen was so angry that she kicked down a stone stove.

The stone stove was already extremely simple, and with this force, the hot stone fell to the ground, and Mrs. Chen was suddenly smashed.

And the hot temperature made her shoes turn black immediately, and the hot heat passed through the shoes.

Mrs. Chen hurriedly took off her shoes and socks to check her injuries.

The rest of the cooks asked worriedly, "Shall we really let them take the credit?" ”

"They're going to sue us!" The more the cooks thought about it, the more unsafe they became, and someone brought down the dishes that were on the stove, and immediately heated up the dishes that had been prepared for Mrs. Wu.

"We're going to send our food over!"

One cook did this, and the other cooks hurriedly followed. No one wants to fall behind in the matter of currying favor with Mrs. Wu.

The little maid cares about Mrs. Chen. She went to the stove to get a scoop, scooped cold water and poured it on Mrs. Chen's feet.

When Mrs. Chen felt better, the little maid said, "Mother, do you think the ancestors will prefer the dishes they make?" ”

It turned out that the little maid who went to find out whether Nan Huaixin had returned home was Mrs. Chen's biological daughter. It was also for the sake of this daughter that Mrs. Chen went out to help the bamboo.

Pozhu can promise, if this matter is completed, she will definitely let her daughter go to the little master to be a second-class maid.

When Mrs. Chen thought of this, the fighting spirit in her heart also ignited.

She said to her daughter, "It's impossible. Although they made these simple stoves for stir-frying, how can the stove built with stones after a while compare to the ready-made ones in the Hou Mansion? ”

"Stir-frying is the most important thing about heat, without heat, nothing will be delicious." Mrs. Chen recalled the ingredients used by these people, and a stone fell from the bottom of her heart, which was extremely reassuring.

Without deliberate delays, or even extra speed, the ten dishes were completed quickly.

Mrs. Chen had already put on her shoes and socks again, and led the cooks to deliver food to Mrs. Wu's courtyard with great ambition.

At this time, in Su Zhaoning's courtyard, the figures of atractylodes and poria had reappeared.

didn't see it with her own eyes, and Poria was always a little uneasy in her heart. She asked Baizhu softly, "Sister Baizhu, do you think the ancestors will like those dishes?" ”

When Baizhu went to deliver food before, he was also a little apprehensive. But when she came back, she had already figured out what her young lady meant.

Looking at Su Zhaoning, who was painting in front of him, Baizhu replied affirmatively: "I will like it." Because the ancestors like our young lady. ”

Is it? Does the old lady of Dingyuan really like Su Zhaoning?

Su Zhaoning is not 100% sure of this answer. But she still asked Baizhu to find a group of outside cooks to complete the plan.

Because Su Zhaoning believes that Dingyuan Hou Ye Nan Huaixin is not such an irresponsible person.

Regardless of whether he married himself or not, the reason for marrying the Seventh Princess was among them, but since he married himself, it was impossible to deliberately make himself unstable in the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion.

There are already traces of chess playing. And the newlyweds went out on the second day of their wedding, and until now they have not returned home at sunset, which is even more obvious.

Su Zhaoning thought that she probably guessed Nan Huaixin's heart.

Love the house and the black, hate the house will also be the black.

But what if the person he hates shows that he doesn't like the black in his room?

There is also a saying that the enemy of an enemy is a friend.

People who hate people like people, will be just as nasty. People who hate people who hate people may become very fond of them.

Mrs. Wu is indeed so.