The steward of Luofu saw his son-in-law come out, so he retreated.

Luo Zisong was wearing a cyan brocade robe and a beautiful jade around his waist, if he didn't know, he would definitely think that he was from a scholarly family.

Ai Qiaoqiao bent his knees, "Young Master Luo." ”

Luo Zisong raised his eyebrows, "It's not the first time we've met, Miss Qiaoqiao doesn't have to be polite, it just so happens that my grandmother is awake now, I'll take you over to see her." ”

Ai Qiaoqiao followed Luo Zisong into the inner house.

Luofu is a wealthy merchant's family, and there are many servants in the family, all of whom come and go are maids and servants.

Luo Zisong introduced to her as he walked, "You will stay here at night, if you lack anything, just ask, and the housekeeper will help you find it." ”

Luo Zisong had already noticed that she didn't bring any luggage at all this time, and only carried a burden on her arm.

Ai Qiaoqiao smiled and passed with a few polite words.

She didn't even think about bothering people.

She came here to cook, not to put the eldest lady on the shelf, but for three or four days, she only brought two sets of clothes, enough to change and wash.

Luo Zisong entered his grandmother's yard, and he heard the old lady in the house arguing from afar, "...... It's so annoying, they all said that I won't eat, and I'll take it all! ”

Someone whispered to persuade him.

Luo Zisong looked back at Ai Qiaoqiao, and said helplessly, "Grandmother is old and has a very strange temper, sometimes she asks the kitchen to make what she wants to eat, and she doesn't admit it when it comes to it. ”

Ai Qiaoqiao smiled, the old people are like this, she doesn't think there is anything wrong.

At least Mrs. Luo didn't jump and shout like Ma's, scolding this and that every day.

Luo Zisong entered the door and called, "Grandmother." ”

When the old lady saw Luo Zisong coming, she immediately complained to him with a straight face, "The people in the house are really getting more and more unruly, and they force me to drink those unpalatable soups every day, Zisong, come and teach them a lesson!" ”

The maids and ladies in the house all had bitter faces, and knelt on the ground and begged for mercy with half-truths and half-truths.

Luo Zisong soothed: "Grandmother, those soups are all used for tonic, you can get better when you drink it, and my father and I can always honor you." ”

The old lady narrowed her eyes with a smile when she heard this.

Seeing this, the maid on the side hurriedly made her eyes, and someone brought in porridge.

Luo Zisong took the bowl, "Grandmother will eat first, and I'll tell you about the birthday banquet later, I invited the person who made the vegetarian meal to you." ”

Old Madam Luo said happily, "Where is it, let me see it." ”

As she spoke, she pushed away the porridge bowl handed over by Luo Zisong.

Luo Zisong had no choice but to let Ai Qiaoqiao enter the door.

Ai Qiaoqiao gave a salute and stood there obediently for Mrs. Luo to look at.

"This ...... Isn't this just a child? Mrs. Luo was surprised, "It's still a girl!" ”

Luo Zisong said with a smile, "Don't look at her as a female baby, she is a master of Dafu." ”

Ai Qiaoqiao hurriedly spoke: "It's not a high-level apprentice." ”

In fact, what she wants to say is that she is not Master Daifuku's apprentice at all.

It's just that the more she denies it, others only regard her as self-humble.

Mrs. Luo looked her up and down, and nodded for a while, "Looking at it makes people feel clean, I like this girl." ”

Luo Zisong smiled, as long as he could win his grandmother's liking, he believed that the next thing would fall into place, even if the other party was good at cooking, he was just a teenage girl, and he should be able to get her heart easily.

"Grandmother is going to drink the porridge." Luo Zisong coaxed and persuaded.

Old Madam Luo stared at the porridge bowl but her face collapsed, "I don't want to drink porridge, I want to eat noodles." ”

The maid in the house heard this and hurriedly ran out.

Luo Zisong sighed and put down the porridge bowl helplessly.

Old Madam Luo beckoned Ai Qiaoqiao to sit down and speak.

Ai Qiaoqiao was generous, and every time she answered, she deliberately raised her voice so that Mrs. Luo could hear it clearly.

Luo Zisong's eyes showed a slight look of surprise.

His grandmother was old and her ear voice was a little poor, and he didn't mention it to Ai Qiaoqiao, because he didn't want her to notice it.

And she behaved naturally, generously and decently, talking to Mrs. Luo, and sometimes chatting about interesting things in the village, which made the old lady unable to close her mouth.

When the next person brought the noodles in, Mrs. Luo was already holding Ai Qiaoqiao's hand and refused to let go.

"This girl is really good, I like it."

Luo Zisong echoed and brought the noodles over.

This time, Mrs. Luo finally moved her chopsticks.

But she only took two bites before frowning, "Greasy, sinful......"

The old lady folded her hands and muttered.

Ai Qiaoqiao looked at the noodles in the bowl.

The noodle soup has a thick oil splash, and although there is no meat, you can tell at a glance that it is made with dashi.

As if sensing the confusion in Ai Qiaoqiao's eyes, Luo Zisong explained, "Grandmother doesn't eat meat, and her teeth are not very good, so she only eats some soft ones every day, what if there is no oil star." ”

He explained here, but Mrs. Luo still closed her eyes, and kept muttering "sin" in her mouth.

Ai Qiaoqiao thought for a while, "Why don't you let me make a bowl of noodles, maybe the old lady will like it." ”

Luo Zisong was stunned, "You just entered the mansion, and you haven't rested yet......"

"It's okay, you can't make the old lady hungry." Ai Qiaoqiao stood up with a grin, "Where is the kitchen?" ”

A maid was about to speak, when she suddenly saw Luo Zisong stand up, "I'll take you there." ”

The maids in the house were all stunned.

Luo Gongzi actually wants to take this cook to the kitchen in person, is the sun coming out in the west?

Even if Luo Fu was born in a restaurant, at home, whether it is Luo Zisong or his father, he will never step into the kitchen.

Ai Qiaoqiao didn't notice the strange eyes of the maids behind her, she followed Luo Zisong to the kitchen.

There is a small kitchen in Mrs. Luo's yard, although it is not as good as the big kitchen in the house, but it is also available.

Ai Qiaoqiao put down the burden and pulled out a rope from it.

Luo Zisong was stunned.

I saw her roll up her sleeves high, tie them with ropes, and hang them around her neck.

"Yes...... Arm climbing? Luo Zisong was surprised.

This kind of thing is usually used by people for the convenience of work, and even silver ropes are used by famous chefs.

He didn't expect Ai Qiaoqiao to have such a thing in his hands.

Ai Qiaoqiao picked a carrot, selected some spinach, washed it, chopped it, pounded it in a stone mortar, and finally poured out some green and orange soup.

"What is this going to do?" Luo Zisong felt more and more that he couldn't understand the girl in front of him.

Didn't she say that she was going to make noodles for his grandmother, why did she mash all the dishes, how can she eat this?

Ai Qiaoqiao smiled mysteriously, "You'll know then." ”

She stood in front of the table, her face raised, as if she were the master of the place.

Luo Zisong couldn't help but be attracted by the smile on her face.

At this moment, Ai Qiaoqiao is full of confidence and extraordinary bearing.