Aunt Lin is so good, Meng Wei naturally can't ask for it, not to mention that she also hates washing the greasy bowl, after all, is there any dish soap dishwasher in this ancient world, just wash it with water over and over again, the original owner often washes the entire palm of the hand white, so that the original owner's hands are a little rough, and they are swollen in winter.

"That's okay, Aunt Lin, if you take care of me so much, I will definitely say a few kind words for you in front of the little marquis."

Meng Wei went out of the kitchen and went back to the Sichuan courtyard directly, before she entered the courtyard, she saw a small mirror waiting outside the courtyard gate, and her eyes lit up when she saw her: "Xiaowei, it's great that you're back, the master said that he has no taste and doesn't want to eat breakfast." ”

"I'll go and persuade."

As she spoke, Meng Wei snatched the folding fan from the little mirror with one hand and walked straight inside: "Little Marquis, the slave is here, do you want to eat in the flower hall or here?" ”

Ye Zichuan fanned the wind quickly, but the more he did this, the more hot he felt.

Hearing Meng Wei's voice, Ye Zichuan glanced at Meng Wei's empty hand, no, it wasn't empty, at least there was a folding fan in his hand, but there was nothing else.

Ye Zichuan couldn't help frowning: "Steward Ma said that you went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the master, what about breakfast?" ”

Looking at the undisguised accusation on the face of the little marquis, the four big words 'you deceived me' were almost engraved on the door of his head, and with that mesmerizing face, Meng Wei almost couldn't restrain herself from pinching his face.

Although the little marquis is a little ignorant, the aura around his body is enough to cover up this shortcoming, so it is placed in the modern era, that is, the proper super rich second generation, and the family is not only rich, but also has an inextricable relationship with the first leader of the country.

Not to mention that this little marquis has a face that has brought disaster to the country and the people, and there is a pair of peach blossom eyes on his already superb face, which is easy to make people fall with just one glance.

Meng Wei settled down, stood aside and spontaneously fanned Ye Zichuan: "Back to the little marquis, the things that just came out of the pot this summer are too hot, and the slave maid asked Aunt Lin to bring them later." ”

"Hmph, I don't have an appetite today, so let's tell me what you are doing first? In case you don't want to eat it, then forget about today's breakfast. ”

"Little Hou Ye, today's breakfast is no different from the past, the slave maid thought about it for a long time yesterday, and felt that the little Hou Ye's loss of appetite these days should be due to the addition of heat, so the slave and maid deliberately made a food that can eliminate food and relieve the heat, it is a delicacy that has never been seen in a middle school, the name is Liangpi, it is better to taste it later."

"Oh? Since I was a child, whether it is the inner courtyard of the palace or the restaurant in this capital, I can't count the number of times I have eaten, how can you know that you little girl must not have tasted it? ”

Ye Zichuan, who was already hot and unbearable, although he did not have any appetite, but when he heard Meng Wei boasting so much, he was also interested for a while.

Meng Wei saw that the little marquis was interested, raised her head, full of arrogance: "Little marquis, this is the original creation of the slave maid, so the slave maid believes that this is the only food in the world." ”

"I can't see that you are quite confident, not bad, since you said so, I will taste the unique delicacy in your mouth today."

It didn't take long for a small mirror to come from outside.

With permission, the three little maids rushed in with breakfast fish in their hands.

Ye Zichuan couldn't help frowning when he saw the bowl of steaming shark fin soup that he was familiar with, and then there was the jujube cake, the red bean cake, and a white pastry that looked like a hair cake but was slightly larger than his thumb.

To be honest, she thinks it's good to eat a little bit of this pastry as an afternoon tea, but if the waist is used for breakfast, it will be a little cold and hard, and it is too dry, so people don't want to eat it at first glance.

Ye Zichuan looked at the two people in their hands and pouted, and looked directly at the things in Zhen'er's hands.

Looking at it this way, Ye Zichuan, who was still sitting casually just now, couldn't help but straighten his body, and his eyes were directly glued to the cool skin.

It wasn't until Zhen'er placed the cool skin in front of Ye Zichuan that night that Ye Zichuan closed his slightly wide open mouth, pinched the fan in his right hand and pointed at the thing in front of him: "Xiaoweizi, this is what you just said about Liangpi?" ”

Meng Wei nodded, and fanned the fan against the cool skin, Ye Zichuan only felt a tempting aroma of saliva coming to his nose, which was faintly tinged with a hint of acetic acid, which made people feel even more appetizing.

Without waiting for Meng Wei to speak, Ye Zichuan picked up the chopsticks and ate them, although he felt that this one called Liangpi was only a little wider than the noodles, and it was a little crystal clear, which made people a little unable to believe that this was food.

However, the next moment, Ye Zichuan raised his eyebrows, glanced at Meng Wei with some surprise, and slowly ate the cold skin in his mouth, and then said: "This thing is in good condition, and the taste is acceptable, but it is also suitable for summer to taste." ”

When the words fell, Ye Zichuan ate again, and never gave her a look.

Tastes good?

Meng Wei pursed her lips, not very satisfied with this evaluation, although this cold skin can be regarded as a snack now, and it can also be used for dinner and breakfast or something, but she can't bear this cold skin with a wide range of side dishes, and she can match whatever side dishes you want with your preferences, and the more you eat, the more you have an appetite.

Not to mention the eight major cuisines, let's just say that if someone has tasted those modern dishes with all the seasonings, they may feel that this cold skin is not very delicious, but if it is like Xiao Hou Ye who eats meat every day, even if it is boiled, fried, braised and steamed in a different way, ordinary people will be tired of the taste for several days, and then eat cold skin, then it can be said to be a taste of enjoyment.

Not to mention that the little marquis was still irritable and hot just now, and now he suddenly looks so calm and relaxed, there is more than just the word 'Shang Ke'.

Looking at the low head, slowly eating only the cold skin in front of him, and not touching other foods, Meng Wei knew that this little marquis was afraid that it was a dead duck with a hard mouth, obviously he had not eaten it, and he was obviously very satisfied with the food, but he still refused to accept it.

I have to say that although the reputation of the little marquis is not very good, but people have advantages in eating and eating, just looking at it like this makes people feel that they are moving and opening their eyes, even if there is something bad, looking at this pleasing beauty, the depression in his heart will dissipate a lot.

Fortunately, the amount she did before was not much, and later she divided it into four parts, three of which were shared between her and Aunt Lin and Zhen'er, considering that although she had to hug her thighs, she couldn't offend Aunt Lin.

If the little Hou Ye only cares about eating what she makes, in case Mrs. Hou Ye blames her, Aunt Lin will undoubtedly accept the blame indirectly because of her, and besides, she doesn't want to change her tricks and cook a lot of delicious food all day long.