Zhao Shuang instructed Fu Ning to boil a bowl of porridge with dried apricots, preserved peaches, and glutinous rice, and the rest of the ingredients were made into various delicious oils and sent to their small courtyard.

An hour later, the grandmother came to fetch the dinner that the lady had cooked.

Zhao Shuang carefully handed her a food box and said, "Be careful, be steady on the road, don't let the soup spill out." Madame do not open the soup before eating, otherwise some of the flavor will be lost. ”

The grandmother complied one by one, and carefully carried the food box and left.

Mrs. Zhang's residence was anxiously waiting under the porch, and when she saw her grandmother coming, she breathed a sigh of relief: "You are finally here." Zhou Niangzi and Zheng Niangzi have sent in all the talents they prepared for Mrs., why are you so slow? ”

Grandma Sun said: "When I went to the kitchen, Miss Zhao had already brought the cooked meal to the place where they lived, and the place where they lived was a bit out of the way, holding the food box, and I didn't dare to go too fast, so I delayed for a while." Right? ”

Zhang Niangzi said: "Who knows, if Mrs. eats Zhou Niangzi and Zheng Niangzi's meals and is already full, there will be nothing to do with us." ”

Grandma Sun handed the food box to Zhang Niangzi and said, "Then you can send it in." ”

Mrs. Zhang walked into the house with a food box.

Madame had dinner with two young ladies and a young master.

Zhou Niangzi and Zheng Niangzi stood aside and waited for dinner.

Meals came one by one.

Zhou Niangzi: "This pig knuckle is Chef Cao's best, it is soft and fragrant, and the beauty effect is the most obvious." Madam; Miss and young master try it! ”

Mrs. Xiang's chopsticks were lifted and put down again, they were too greasy, and she really had no appetite.

The chopsticks of the two young ladies and a young master did not move at all.

Zhou Niangzi was embarrassed.

Zheng Niangzi gloated and smiled, and immediately took a plate of dishes from her hands and said, "Madam, this is Chef Jia's specialty dish, red stewed cured pork." This spring is cold, and the lady has been out for a day, and her body and bones just need to be warm. ”

I have to say that Zheng Niangzi still pays more attention to the right time and place, but her focus is not correct enough.

Madame still has no appetite, the eldest lady and the little young master did not move their chopsticks, only the second lady ate two pieces of meat.

This is better than Zhou Niangzi, at least the dishes she served were passive.

However, Zheng Niangzi didn't have a sense of accomplishment, and continued to fight with Zhou Niangzi.

When Mrs. Zhang came in with a food box, the dishes of the two of them had basically filled the entire table, but obviously the dishes on the table did not pass a few times.

Mrs. Zhang looked at the battle situation on the table, the corners of her mouth hooked, and she stepped forward to bless her wife and said: "Madam, two young ladies, young master, the slave maid has invited a new cook, and today I carefully made a few dishes for several masters, please taste it." ”

Madame lazily waved her hand and said, "Bring it up." ”

The little girl next to her hurriedly helped Zhang Niangzi take over the food box, Zhang Niangzi opened the food box, a little dumbfounded, and said how many dishes?

There was only a small bowl in the food box, and in the small bowl was a bowl of pale apricot yellow gruel.

When Zhou Niangzi next to her saw that there was only a small bowl of porridge in the food box brought by Zhang Niangzi, she couldn't help but laugh: "Yo, Zhang Niangzi, you have carefully prepared for a long time, is this bowl of porridge?" ”

This food box is obviously just one layer, and Mrs. Zhang wants to turn the bottom of the food box over, but there will be no surprises when she turns it over

At this moment, she has already expressed her condolences to the eighteenth generation of her grandmother's ancestors several times.

"This, this, this, this ......" Zhang Niangzi trembled, and her hands couldn't hold the bowl of porridge.