"Sister-in-law Liu, did you receive the old lady's reward?"

The Liu family was about to go out, but Leng Buding was stopped by Miao Cuihua, and his heart couldn't help but pounce.

Miao Cuihua slowly paced to the opposite side of the Liu family, raised her face and looked at her: "My colorful noodles are quite studious, right?" ”

To tell the truth, the method of colored noodles is very simple, there is no technical content at all, it is just three different colors of noodles pressed together and then cut into noodles. However, this is a recipe that I specially spent a couple of silver to brush up, and you took it away for me without spending a dime, and said hello to me?

"Then, that ......" the Liu family bent down and said with a reluctant smile, "Miss Biao forgives her sins, she really saw that it was novel and tasted good, and the little one couldn't help but learn it...... It's also the old lady who always says that she is tired of eating common meals these days, and the little ones are also pondering all day long, and that day I saw Miss Biao show her hand, and the small one was a little bit, so I did send it up, but I didn't expect it to be the old lady's appetite, and it can be regarded as filial piety......"

"Yo, according to what you mean, it's my side that is so good that you can't help but steal it?" Miao Cuihua interrupted the Liu family's words, and sneered, "I see that the silver is still a good thing, can I steal it?" ”

Qi Qian was puzzled, put down the plate in his hand, and asked, "Cousin, what happened?" ”

"It's nothing, it's just that I had itchy hands before, so I'm trying my new colorful noodles here - you ate them two days ago, right? I just made it the first day, and my sister-in-law Liu turned her head and learned it, and the next day it was served to the table. "Meow, I didn't come to you specifically, I was too lazy to compete with you, anyway, you don't go to the capital to grab business with me, but I have to let you know that I am the original of this thing.

After listening to Miao Cuihua's words, Qi Xian looked at the Liu family unhappily: "Sister-in-law Liu, how can you quietly take your cousin's mind for yourself?" She wondered when the people in the big kitchen had come up with such an interesting side.

Where did the Liu family dare to refute, they could only bow their heads deeply and admit their mistakes again and again.

Bah. Isn't it just a noodle, and it's like a baby that doesn't let people learn, and if you don't let people learn, don't do it in front of people.

"Forget it, I didn't plan to hide it anyway. But if you want to use it, tell me about it. Gave me away without saying a word, which caught me off guard. Miao Cuihua waved her hand lazily, pointed to the plate with pancakes on the table and said, "If you want to learn." Speak to me, and I will teach you, but if you serve me the table again without saying a word, then I will ......," she made a fuss in her jaw, "I think that when I was in the capital, I smashed people's stalls." ”

Of course, the smashes are all Miao Fugui's scum.

Phew, it's just a piece of cake, who wants to learn from you.

Although I complained so much in my heart. But at this moment, the Liu family can only be submissive Xie Miao Cuihua and not pursue it.

"Okay, let's make this cake today, and I'll cook it tomorrow." Miao Cuihua stretched.

She wanted to try her hand at making porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork, and although she hadn't been able to get the recipe for it, she had never eaten pork and she had seen the pig run.

Eh, no, she's never seen a pig run after eating pork. So, she plans to extrapolate the shape of the pig run based on pork. Anyway, the most important thing is rice porridge, preserved eggs, and meat. Practice slowly on your own to see if you can get the porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat.

However, by the next day, she had not been able to enter the large kitchen.

She was directly called into Yangrong Hall by the old lady's people.

"You...... Went to the big kitchen again yesterday? ”

When I asked this. There was a chill in Old Lady Qi's voice.

It seems that my grandmother knew that she ran to carry firewood, rice, oil and salt, and she began to be unhappy again. Miao Cuihua nodded honestly: "Well, I'm going to make cakes." ”

"Pancakes?"

"yes, the pancakes are gone, they're delicious." Miao Cuihua smiled and said, "Or." I'll go bake a few later, old lady, you can taste it too......"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was frightened by the teacup smashed at her feet.

Obediently, no, she's just a cake, and grandma won't be so angry that she wants to smash her.

"You told me, you really went to the pancakes? Raise your head and talk to me! ”

Listening to this tone, it seems that there is something else. Miao Cuihua blinked her eyes, raised her head, met the gaze of Old Lady Qi, and repeated again: "I really went to pancake yesterday." "Let's not mention my cousin for now, so as not to bring the matter to my cousin again.

Old Lady Qi took a deep breath, stabilized herself, and asked the maid to sweep the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, and then continued to speak: "I heard that you often run to the big kitchen these days? ”

"yes, I don't want to lose my craft." Miao Cuihua nodded, her teeth grinding slightly. Meow, could it be that the Liu family came to sue her?

As soon as she heard Miao Cuihua mention her old business, Mrs. Qi couldn't restrain herself, and scolded with a calm face: "Craftsmanship, what kind of craftsmanship is that, it's serious for you to lose it to me as soon as possible!" After saying that, she couldn't help but purse her lips again and didn't speak again.

Miao Cuihua was completely puzzled, looking at her grandmother's reaction, it should not be just because she ran to the big kitchen to be unhappy. After all, she didn't go secretly, even if the grandmother didn't say it explicitly, in fact, she knew a little bit in her heart.

Swallowing her saliva, she asked carefully, "Old lady, is something wrong?" ”

If there is nothing else, just she goes to the kitchen to bake a cake, and the grandmother will not lose such a big temper.

After calming down for a while, Mrs. Qi finally stopped being so annoyed, but her face was still gloomy, she picked up the tea cup that had been changed on the table and took a sip, and said, "It's okay, you don't go to the kitchen in the future." ”

"Then ......" Miao Cuihua originally said first, "Then I can't lose my craftsmanship", but seeing the old lady like this, she still carefully swallowed the words into her stomach, lest the old lady Qi be angry at this time, and then get angry.

"Anyway, that's it, if there's any mess outside, or whoever looks for you, it's all about me, you don't get involved." When she said this, Old Lady Qi clenched her fist.

Miao Cuihua didn't say anything, she felt that it was better for her to remain silent at this time.

The room was quiet for a while before I heard Old Lady Qi speak: "I see that you have a very good relationship with Shaogong, and you are quite old...... Well, you have a good time learning from your cousin, what to embroider, what to prepare, I will let people inform her. ”

These words made Miao Cuihua almost creepy, don't get me wrong, Grandma, I got close to Qi Shaogong because we were both planning to defect, and it was definitely not other ambiguous relationships that transcended friendship and family affection!

It's a pity that Old Lady Qi doesn't want to say more now, so she just waved her hand and said, "Okay, you go back, I'm very tired." ”

Did she start to think crookedly when she got older? She hasn't died yet, she has already bullied Cuihua's head, if she dies, she will not force this girl to die?

"That's, that'...... Old lady, I have something else to tell you. Miao Cuihua struggled for a long time, but she still couldn't help but speak, she was afraid that if she didn't speak, she would really be pushed to Qi Shaogong's kid.

"I'll talk about that another day."

Dropping such a sentence, Mrs. Qi directly took the maid's hand and entered the inner room.

Miao Cuihua is forty-five corners, obliquely looking at the bright and melancholy door curtain. (To be continued.) )