Slow, let you go? Nie Jingtian grabbed Song Xinshu's wrist very wildly, regardless of the things she was carrying, and with great strength, the tray in her hand was about to fall off her hand.

Song Xinshu looked at this person who made things for no reason, and was very helpless, but he didn't know how to reject him, but he rejected him for no reason, so he had to tell him about the current situation: "I am a married woman, and I am already married." ”

After speaking, Nie Jingtian was slightly surprised, stared at Song Xinshu up and down twice, laughed and said, "I don't mind, otherwise you can leave and be a concubine for me." ”

The appearance of kicking his nose on his face made Song Xinshu not want to have anything to do with him anymore, let go, the moment the thing landed, Song Xinshu slapped Nie Jingtian's hand away very hard, and turned his head and left very quickly, for fear that Nie Jingtian would be able to catch up with her.

Looking at the red marks on his wrists, Song Xinshu frowned.

This kind of life is really challenging for her, if Nie Jingtian really pesters her like this, maybe she really has to leave here and find another way.

Cooking food with his heart in mind, looking at the cakes on the tray, Song Xinshu frowned, if it goes on like this, when will it be the end, but no matter what, since he came, he couldn't come in vain.

"When I make enough money for a storefront, I'll get out of here." Song Xinshu set a goal, the money in this store is not a small expense, sometimes, Song Xinshu is really tired, but she is a person with goals, and she can't just give up because of some trivial things.

Song Xinshu, who was full of confidence, worked very rhythmically, watching the chefs around her make delicious food one by one, she was also a little idle, recalling some of the delicacies she had made before, in this kind of place without induction cooker and oven, she could only try hard.

The grilled cheese gratin that I used to eat at a restaurant was delicious, so I wondered if I could make it at such a place.

Song Xinshu, who had a big brain, looked at the ingredients around him, cheese is not available here, but in the farmer's house, milk and goat's milk are available.

Song Xinshu had an idea, turned around and walked to the chef beside him.

"Master, your dish is really full of color, flavor, and flavor." Song Xinshu praised very hard, looking at the kidney beans in the pot, they could make it so delicious, thinking about it, he was really a god-level character.

"Little girl, do you know how many years I've been a chef? It's inevitable that it tastes good. The chef boasted proudly, with a bit of arrogance in his eyebrows.

Song Xinshu frowned, who are the people in this mansion? Why can't they discover other specialties besides narcissism?

"I don't know where to find the milk in our house? I want to make something delicious with a little milk. Song Xinshu immediately began to inquire about this, and he didn't want to listen to this person's bragging anymore.

"It's good to say, the milk is in the big vat next door, you need to go and get it, otherwise the rest will be poured out." The chef said proudly that the best thing about this place is that he is not stingy with things, and he can manage as much as he wants.

"Okay master, thank you." Song Xinshu thanked the cook obediently, and walked to the next room, looking at the buckets of fresh milk, Song Xinshu was a little moved, it was now close to evening, if it was not used again, I am afraid it would be poured out, wouldn't it be a waste.

Song Xinshu was very happy to hold a bucket of milk and turned to leave, and when she just returned to the kitchen, she found a big basin and poured out all the milk.

I found some sour fruit from the kitchen, cleaned the garlic pestle, and started a big project.

The juice of the fruit was all smashed, and Song Xinshu simply filtered it with the cage cloth on the steaming drawer, and poured it into the milk.

The miscellaneous man next to him widened his eyes, although the things in this house don't cost money, but they can't stand such a waste, how can the milk continue to be used after doing this?

But what he didn't expect was that the milk clumped in just a few minutes, and Song Xinshu happily found another basin, put the cage cloth on it again, and filtered out the clumps little by little.

After a lot of hard work, the milk gnocchi was finally made.

A whole piece of milk lump was placed in a container, and Song Xinshu waited for it to ferment.

After the completion of the work, Song Xinshu went back to her room, and she finally had time to rest after a busy day.

Looking at the dear bed, she was so excited that she didn't want it, but she hadn't seen Su Qing for a day, and she was always a little uncomfortable in her heart.

I don't know what he's doing now? Song Xinshu closed her eyes and thought silently in her heart, it is indeed good to work here, but this long-term separation makes her uncomfortable, so it is fake that it will not affect her feelings for a long time.

"Husband, what are you doing now?" Song Xinshu meditated, couldn't help but read it, thinking about it, as soon as the quilt was put on his head, Song Xinshu was ready to rest.

Now she doesn't think about anything else except work and family, and everything she thinks about is implemented so smoothly.

When I woke up, the sky was already very bright, and looking at this bright day, there was a new beginning, and the day of working hard to make money began again.

Song Xinshu stretched on the bed, and she didn't want to get up at all, just when she was about to get out of bed for a few minutes, there was a sound of Xi Xi Suo outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, Mama Li, who was next to Miss, knocked on the door: "Miss Song, Miss wants to eat the glutinous rice cake you made a few days ago." ”

After Mama Li finished speaking, Song Xinshu immediately agreed to her request.

A fierce man sat up from the bed, Song Xinshu moved his shoulders helplessly, cleaned up briefly, and went to the kitchen again.

Looking at the people who were already busy in the kitchen, she was quite a quiet one.

"Do you still have any glutinous rice?" Song Xinshu asked the steward beside him, and after obtaining consent, he immediately steamed glutinous rice in the pot.

Stay next to the stove and add firewood to the stove, steam the glutinous rice as quickly as possible, and then start the process of kneading the rice.

Kneaded with rice flour, wrapped with some good dried fruits as fillings, and finally, Song Xinshu also made a little sugar dipping sauce.

Happily carrying the pastries he made to the lady's room, on the way, Song Xinshu kept looking left and right, for fear of seeing Nie Jingtian who killed that day again.

Frightened along the way, he finally escaped the danger on the road, and the moment he just pushed the door in, Song Xinshu was stunned.

"Miss, the pastry you asked for is ready." Song Xinshu calmly put the things on the table steadily, and glanced at the people next to the young lady with his peripheral vision.

I didn't expect to meet it on the road, but I ended up hitting it here?

Song Xinshu couldn't accept it in his heart, but in this case, let's run away first.

"That, I still have a porridge on the stove that hasn't been cooked, I'll go first, if there's anything I don't like, Miss can tell me that I'll adjust it." Song Xinshu said very gently, and the moment she turned around, the young lady stopped her.

"I don't know if Miss Song has a marriage contract? My brother is still unmarried, and I look at the good pastries made by Miss Song......" Miss said very hesitantly, looking at Song Xinshu's eyes as if there was a little strange color.

"There is no marriage contract, but I am already married, and I really appreciate Miss's kindness." Song Xinshu said, bowed, calm and calm, but he was very panicked in his heart.

How are all the people in this family, they just dodged one after another, and they don't know what kind of bad luck they have fallen.

"In this way, then I won't mess around with the mandarin duck score, and ask the entourage to bring me a copy after your porridge is cooked." After the young lady finished speaking, Song Xinshu nodded and left here.

Nie Jingtian watched the duck run away, and was very depressed: "Sister, you have to call the shots for me, I just like this woman, otherwise I won't marry!" ”

Lying coquettish beside the young lady, his heart is very blocked, how could he be rejected by such a calling girl when all the women are surrounded by all the women on weekdays? It stands to reason that he can give her the identity of a concubine, which is already very perfect.

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and my mood was ruined by a woman like this, but no matter what, this woman must be him Nie Jingtian!

Song Xinshu was in the kitchen, looking at the rice cooked in the pot, absent-minded, always feeling that Nie Jingtian would do something, but he couldn't stop his offensive with all kinds of defenses.

Song Xinshu put a chili pepper in his sleeve in case of emergency, and after a little preparation, Song Xinshu breathed a sigh of relief.

After entrusting the cooked porridge to her entourage, Song Xinshu went to study her cheese baked rice again.

The milk gnocchi has already fermented a little, and it should be possible to use this instead of cheese.

Song Xinshu smiled and cut off a piece from it and put it on a plate.

The carrots were diced, the corn kernels were ready, and they were stir-fried in a pan, and finally the leftover rice from yesterday was added.

When it is almost ready, it comes out of the pot, and then the milk lump is melted and poured on it, and the fragrant smell comes to the nose.

"It looks good, but I don't know what it tastes like." Song Xinshu studied for a long time, and finally decided to use himself as a guinea pig.

Carefully pinched it away, and sent it to his mouth with great disgust, for fear that it would not taste good.

As soon as you put it in your mouth, a burst of sweet flavor blooms on the tip of your tongue, which is simply wonderful, although it can't make pure cheese, but this milk gnocchi has a different flavor.

"What is this doing?" The chef next to him couldn't help but be tempted by this new work by Song Xinshu.

"This is my freshly made rice, how about you taste it?" Song Xinshu was very happy to taste it for everyone.

The good taste made the people present full of praise, and in a short time, this novelty spread throughout the house.