In the past few days, Song Jingshu has been cooking in the kitchen when he has nothing to do, and Zhou Youan has been checking the account books for several days in a row.

Every time I smell the fragrance coming from the kitchen, I consciously put down the ledger and go to help.

In Zhou Youan's view, although reading the account book is boring, it is clear that cooking is more tiring.

Cooking a meal is more complicated and cumbersome than a ledger, which makes business geniuses feel extremely troubled.

But looking at Song Jingshu, he didn't feel tired of this work at all, but looked like he was happy.

Zhou Youan was puzzled.

In this way, Zhou Youan sat behind the stove to light the fire, and Song Jingshu stood in front of the stove to stir-fry.

At first glance, it really looks like a couple of old husbands and wives who have been married for many years.

Bizhu pulled the kitchen door, looked at the scene in the kitchen with jealousy, and greeted Song Jingshu's eighteenth generation ancestor fiercely in her heart.

Where is she such a presumptuous maid!

Dare to pull the young master to cook in the kitchen together!

This kitchen is heavy, the smell of oil smoke and firewood smoke are so strong, is it a place where the young master can set foot?

It's simply an insult to the cold image of her young master!

But there was no way, Zhou Youan just spoiled Song Jingshu, and she looked lawless to spoil, which really made Bizhu crazy with jealousy.

A little maid cleaning the yard passed by, and when she saw Bizhu pulling the kitchen door, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "Sister Bizhu, what are you doing standing at the kitchen door?" Why don't you go in? ”

"Shh

Bizhu immediately pounced and covered the little girl's mouth.

If Song Jingshu knew that she would stand at the door of the room and peek at her cooking, she would definitely humiliate her unceremoniously again.

During this period of time, Bizhu can be regarded as having a hard experience, Song Jingshu's powerful mouth.

Don't look like she's generous and easy to get along with on weekdays, once you're in a hurry, no matter who you are, you'll be scolded with a crackle in your mouth...... is worthy of a wild girl who came out of the mountains, and her temperament is as hot as a wild cat.

Bizhu thought hatefully in her heart.

Song Jingshu had never bothered with her before, and even had a "Sister Bizhu", which made Bizhu feel very useful.

I didn't expect this wild girl to be so powerful!

Now Bizhu no longer dares to provoke Song Jingshu in person, so as not to make herself unable to get off the stage.

The little girl's face was even more puzzled, but since Bizhu didn't let her make a sound, she had to keep her mouth shut and shake her head.

Bizhu cautiously let go of her and glanced nervously into the kitchen.

Seeing that Song Jingshu didn't know what to say, Zhou Youan, who had never shown a smile, also had a smile on his face at this time, and looked at Song Jingshu with doting eyes.

Yes, spoiled!

Even if Bizhu doesn't want to admit it, she has to admit that Zhou Youan's eyes are deeply doting!

Her jealous eyes fell on the little maid's eyes, and the little maid was relieved.

Come to think of it, Bizhu is eating Miss Song's vinegar!

The little maid didn't dare to offend Bizhu, she didn't dare to tell the truth, and thought to herself: Now almost all the subordinates of the Zhou family know that their young master threw a thousand taels of silver on the shop for Miss Song.

Everyone also understands that the person who dares to be put on the tip of the young master's heart turns out to be Miss Song!

For so many years, Bizhu has always regarded herself as a "young grandmother" in front of them, but the young master didn't look at her at all.

Now, a strong opponent has appeared, right?

Moreover, for the sake of Miss Song, the young master of their family even refused Miss Gao.

These subordinates are like mirrors in their hearts.

The little maid sneered in her heart and walked away with her broom.

Bizhu saw that Song Jingshu didn't notice her peeking outside the door, so she breathed a sigh of relief and continued to secretly learn from Song Jingshu to cook.

can let their young master eat a few more bowls of rice, it can be seen that Song Jingshu's cooking skills are really good, and he has captured Zhou Youan's stomach......

Today, Song Jingshu only prepared a few home-cooked dishes.

A sweet and sour pork rib, a fish-flavored shredded pork, a bowl of steamed pork, stir-fried cabbage, and a duck blood vermicelli soup.

At first, Zhou Youan couldn't help but feel sick when he saw the bloody duck blood, and asked with a puzzled face, "Can this thing still be eaten as a dish?" ”

Song Jingshu sneered and glanced at him, "You don't want to listen to your long hair and short knowledge!" I can't stop keeping your delicious food for a while, so you just wait and see! ”

All the dishes have been prepared, and Song Jingshu is cooking duck blood vermicelli soup.

After putting the cut duck blood into the boiling water, soon the duck blood coagulated and changed color, Song Jingshu put the soaked rice noodles into it and boiled them together, and said to Zhou Youan, "We can have dinner, you hurry up and wash your hands." ”

"Okay."

Zhou Youan stood up, obediently cleaned his hands, and honestly came over to help serve the food.

"I don't need you to serve the food, you just sit and wait for it to eat."

Seeing Zhou You'an's hand retracted by the hot plate, Song Jingshu couldn't help but laugh in his heart, patted his hand, and snorted at him.

Sure enough, this meal Zhou Youan ate several bowls of rice.

The duck blood vermicelli soup that he complained about, almost all the duck blood in it was eaten by Zhou Youan......

Looking at his unfinished face, Song Jingshu couldn't help but laugh lowly, "It's just that the most important seasoning is missing, pickled pepper!" ”

Pickled pepper duck blood, cool and smooth duck blood with the spicy pepper, swallow it in one bite, and all the sorrow disappears!

Song Jingshu made up her mind and prepared to make pickled peppers, kimchi, and bean paste tomorrow.

Early the next morning, refusing Zhou Youan's accompaniment, Song Jingshu went to the vegetable market early to select the freshest peppers, a lot of beans, as well as some big ingredients such as white radish, carrots, and octagonal kaempfera, and bought some rock candy, and went back happily.

These days are good days to eat beans and peas, but unfortunately there are fewer farmers who grow these crops.

In their opinion, eating these beans will cause bloating, so they don't eat much.

Song Jingshu picked up a bargain, and bought so many things without using a tael of silver.

Today's weather is also good, Song Jingshu boiled a pot of hot water in the pot, carried a small bench by himself, sat at the door and began to peel beans.

This is fresh beans, and they also need to be dried to make bean paste.

After peeling the beans, Song Jingshu dried them directly in the yard, and went into the house to start making pickles and peppers.

The hot water in the pot had also been boiled, Song Jingshu poured half a jar of salt into it, stirred it evenly and put it aside to cool.

Zhou Youan had already taken care of everything, and at this time, he leaned against the kitchen door with his arms crossed, looking at Song Jingshu's busy figure in the kitchen, and a sense of satisfaction filled his chest.

He hopes that the relationship with Song Jingshu can stay forever in this time.

She wouldn't talk about leaving, and she would pretend she would stay forever......