Yunwu looked at the food on the table that had barely been touched, and asked worriedly: "Otherwise, the slave maid will go to the big kitchen and ask if she can change the recipe for grandma and add a few light and nutritious soup dishes." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Peng Jin wanted to refuse, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a surge in his stomach and almost vomited again.

"Okay." Peng Jin endured vomiting and changed his mind in a blink of an eye.

Even if she doesn't eat it, the baby in her belly always has to eat.

For the sake of the child, she asked for Cui's and Wang's, and she didn't have anything to do.

However, Peng Jin didn't have much hope for Yunwu's trip.

After all, she and Liu Zhigang made the Cui family and the Wang family embarrassed in front of everyone.

If the two don't retaliate, even if they are kind-hearted and know their mistakes, let alone agree to change the recipe for her.

As soon as Yunwu left, Peng Jin summoned Xiaomei and Lan'er and asked, "Is there a way to open a small kitchen in our own yard?" ”

Xiaomei glanced at Peng Jin cautiously and replied: "At present, except for the old lady's Rongshou Hall with a small kitchen, there is no other precedent in the house. Even when his wife was sick, she was not used to eating dishes from a large kitchen, and Rong'an Tang did not have a small kitchen. ”

The Cui family is in charge of Bofu Zhongfu and has great power, what is the difference between the big kitchen and her private one?

Why bother to set up a small kitchen, and spend your own money, and it is easy to provoke criticism.

Peng Jin rubbed his eyebrows, it seems that there is no play.

"However, it's not okay to set up a small kitchen, and it's okay to stew a medicinal meal or something." Lan'er spoke up on the side.

Peng Jin and Xiao Mei looked at Lan'er in unison.

Lan'er explained: "If you have a small kitchen, how will the cost be calculated? The share of the public middle school is definitely insufficient, and the shortage of the part, whether it is subsidized by the public middle school or subsidized by itself, will be unclear because the cost is trivial and difficult to calculate, and it will cause right and wrong. Therefore, there are few private kitchens in ordinary people's homes.

But everyone always has inconvenient times, the big kitchen can not take care of it, at this time, at their own expense to stew some medicinal supplements in the yard or something, as long as the person is not in charge of the deliberately find fault, generally no one will hold on. ”

It means that as long as Cui nods and doesn't spend the money in the gong, there is actually no big problem.

Peng Jin rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Let's talk about it when Yunwu comes back." ”

When the clouds and mist are gone, it will be delayed for an hour.

When she came back, Peng Jin had just fallen asleep after vomiting, and for fear of disturbing her rest, Yunwu stayed outside to do needlework.

Peng Jin is almost two months pregnant, and the child's clothes are about to start now. She has grown for more than 30 years, and she has rarely used needles and threads, and the female celebrity is very lame, so these jobs are naturally handed over to Yunwu to do.

As soon as Yunwu cut a close-fitting coat and sewed half of it, Peng Jin was woken up by the churning in his stomach.

Hearing the sound of the inner room, Yunwu hurriedly put down the needle and thread, lifted the curtain and went in, and saw Peng Jin lying on the side of the bed, retching constantly.

Yunwu hurriedly picked up the spittoon that had been placed aside a long time ago, ran quickly to the bed and squatted down to catch it, and while stroking Peng Jin's back, he asked worriedly: "Is it better, miss?" ”

Peng Jin didn't care about answering, only felt that his stomach was overturned, and all the food he barely ate at noon was vomited.

Yunwu hurriedly beckoned the little maid to come in, handed the handkerchief, served mouthwash, served Peng Jin to freshen up, and lay down on the bed again.

The little maid took the spittoon away and cleaned it up.

Yunwu placed Peng Jin, got up and opened all the half-covered windows for ventilation, and took out the incense burner that had long been gray and cold in the room, and all the flower arrangements were temporarily taken to the Bogu shelf outside, for fear that a little peculiar smell would make Peng Jin uncomfortable again.

After cleaning up, Yunwu handed another cup of warm water to Peng Jin, who was pale, with a hesitant face, not knowing whether to tell Peng Jin about asking for instructions to change the recipe now.

Peng Jin poured a large glass of warm boiled water in a row, only to feel that he could barely suppress the discomfort in his stomach, barely cheered up, and asked, "What do you say about the big kitchen?" ”

Yunwu hesitated and replied, "They said that they had to consult the grandmother about this." ”

Wang's recent responsibility for the Chung Yeung Festival has required her to take ideas and deal the right cards on related matters, and the kitchen should prepare a Chung Yeung Festival banquet, and let Yunwu ask Wang's advice.

Peng Jin looked at Yunwu's face and asked, "Grandma disagrees?" ”

Yunwu shook his head and sighed, "Not really. However, the grandmother said that she was only temporarily taking over the kitchen, and when the Chung Yeung Festival passed, the pair of cards would still be handed back to his wife. But it will be at least half a year for the young lady to change this recipe, and she can't be the master, so she asks the slave to ask the wife. ”

"That's because the lady didn't nod?" Peng Jin guessed.

Yunwu still shook his head, and replied helplessly: "Mrs. kicked the ball to the grandmother again, saying that since she has handed over all the cards to the grandmother, then she is not good to interfere again." ”

Peng Jin didn't ask again this time, and there was no need to ask again.

Sure enough, Yunwu said again: "The slave maid went to Chengfang Courtyard again to pass on the words of the wife to the eldest grandmother, and the eldest grandmother still said the same thing, she is only temporarily responsible for the Double Ninth Festival, and she can't be the master." He also said that he should not let the slave wait until after the Double Ninth Festival, and when she returned the pair of cards to his wife, let the slave and maid go to his wife for instructions. The slave maid originally wanted to ask the grandmother for a few more words, but the daughter-in-law in charge replied, and the grandmother sent the slave and maid back. ”

Cui's and Wang's are kicking each other's balls, the purpose is nothing more than revenge on Peng Jin and Liu Shi for their previous counterattack in order to protect themselves, and they are pressing step by step.

"Forget it, don't beg them anymore!" Peng Jin was tired and worried about the child in her belly, so she was also angry, told Yunwu Lan'er's words, and instructed, "Set up a small stove in the back cover room, let's make our own silver to stew a soup or something, and alleviate the Fudan in the big kitchen, they won't say anything more!" ”

Yunwu nodded and said worriedly: "It's just that we don't have a cook in this yard, I'm afraid that the things we make will not meet Miss's appetite." When the time comes, the young lady can't eat, and what if the little master is hungry again! ”

Peng Jin smiled: "What's so difficult about this! Just find someone who can wash, cut and take the spoon, and you'll see when the time comes! ”

Seeing Peng Jin's confident appearance, Yunwu was confused, but he didn't say anything more, and turned his head to call the maid's mother-in-law's instructions.

There is a saying that money can make ghosts grind.

In the evening, the simple kitchen of the courtyard was cleaned up in the back cover room.

Since it will be used on the same day, the stove, cutting board, knives, firewood, etc., have been taken care of for a long time, and they can be used at any time. Even for melons, fruits, flesh and vegetables, Yunwu also sent people to work hard to buy a lot of them.

The vegetable market was early, and the vegetable market had long been closed, and the person in charge of purchasing still chased directly to the vegetable seller's house, and personally went to the vegetable field to pick the fruits and vegetables, and to the chickens and ducks caught in the circle. It's much fresher than the one you bought in the big kitchen. (To be continued.) )