"Selling cattle? Doesn't that mean there's beef to eat? Meng Wei's face was happy, but the next moment she hesitated, "Does the person who sells cattle know that our Hou Mansion wants beef to eat, not to raise cattle and plow the fields?" ”

Generally, people buy cattle for farming or driving to pull goods, so they value cattle very much.

Although this Dalan Dynasty does not restrict the eating of beef, there are very few people who really eat beef, and because there is little beef, even some chefs with good skills may not necessarily make beef, so there are fewer people who eat beef.

And the family sells cattle to make money, then it should be a farmer's family, if some things are not clear, if there is any dispute, the gain will outweigh the loss.

"Of course I know this, and I told the man, but he was still a little hesitant, saying that he would think about it for another day, and he would go back and ask his father. I told him to wait at the south market entrance tomorrow if he had thought it through, but I still wanted to ask, are you sure it's okay with a cow? You know, it's summer, and even if the beef is in the ice cellar, it won't last long."

"How old is that cow? And how much more does it weigh? ”

Aunt Lin thought about it and was a little unsure: "The man said that the cow was probably less than five years old, and it was not too old, as for the weight, it should be nearly three hundred catties at first." ”

"That's good, buy it tomorrow if you can."

It may be that Meng Wei has not raised a cow as a pet, or maybe she has dealt with all kinds of ingredients in her previous life, so some people don't think that rabbits are cute and scalpers are hard.

If the first thing others think of when they see a small animal is cute, she has countless dishes about rabbits in her head - and the same is true for beef.

If it weren't for the fact that the cow that Ye Zichuan bought back had thick milk to eat, maybe Meng Wei would have already attacked that cow.

The beef, which has been hungry for a long time, may finally be eaten tomorrow, not to mention one cow, or ten cows, as long as there are enough manpower for her to command, it is not a problem to make food.

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Early the next morning, Meng Wei got up early, although she didn't have to go to the kitchen to make breakfast, but she had to wait for the master to eat.

When breakfast was removed, Ye Zichuan said: "Xiaowei, my grandfather is coming today, and you can make that spicy little red shrimp for lunch." ”

Now whether it is Meng Wei or Aunt Lin, in order to make this picky eater not get tired of eating, every dish is made once, and it will be made every three or five days, and it will be staggered for a few days, and the spicy crayfish is still because of Ye Zichuan's special instructions, plus Meng Wei has ulterior motives, otherwise Ye Zichuan may not be able to eat it yesterday.

Once this kind of principle issue is compromised, everything can be compromised in the future, so Meng Wei naturally will not agree.

"Little Hou Ye, there are no paddy fields in this capital, the little red shrimp grows in the paddy field, if you want to eat the little red shrimp, you have to go to the Zhuangzi early to let people catch them, now the hour is a little late, if you let people go now, it will be too late to make lunch."

Ye Zichuan pursed his lips, a little dissatisfied: "But when my grandfather comes back today, he naturally has to prepare something to eat, maybe my grandfather eats the spicy little red shrimp you made, and you will be rewarded with a happy reward, and you will be able to get a few more months of moon silver."

"The slave is not the kind of greedy person," the refusal said, seeing that Ye Zichuan's face was even more dissatisfied, Meng Wei's sweet dates began, "But the little marquis doesn't have to worry about the slave and maid, the slave and maid have already thought of several delicacies that the little marquis has never eaten, presumably the old marquis will be satisfied after eating it." ”

"Really?"

"It's more real than pearls!"

"Then the master is waiting to eat the food you said, if there is no spicy little red shrimp delicious, the master will punish you and punish you to copy the entire thousand-word text!"

Now it was Meng Wei's turn to make a bitter face: "Little Hou Ye, you are a word that mocks the slave and maid in a corner!" ”

"No, no, no, you still need to turn a corner? This is a straightforward mockery of your words. ”

Meng Wei also pouted, her thin little face was full of childishness, which made Ye Zichuan's somewhat depressed mood inexplicably better.

Stretched out and got up, the hand that was originally stretched out upwards suddenly fell, Meng Wei didn't care, but she didn't expect that the next moment there was a pain on her face, Ye Zichuan pinched her face like this, making her suddenly exclaim.

"Ah, little, little master, you, you let go"

Because one side of her face was pinched, Meng Wei couldn't even speak clearly, but she couldn't break free.

Ye Zichuan saw Meng Wei pouting his head and reaching out to brush him away, and grabbed Meng Wei's hands with the other hand: "I didn't expect you to look thin and small, this face is still quite meaty, just like pinching meat dumplings." ”

"Well, little master, you let go of the slave, it hurts!"

It is true that there is a little pain, but Meng Wei said: She doesn't want to lose face?

The maid who had withdrawn from the meal just now passed by, and when she saw her like this, she couldn't suppress her snicker, but she could see it clearly, her reputation was ruined like this!

"Ye Ke hasn't used his strength yet, where did you get the pain?" Ye Zichuan said, glimpsing a faint red mark on Meng Wei's face, and couldn't help but let go, "Okay, okay, look at your poor master, I'll be kind, you're still too thin, no matter how itchy you are, eat more meat on weekdays, so that it is comfortable to pinch." ”

Meng Wei: I'm not comfortable if you're comfortable!

Meng Wei thought about it, and there was no resentment on her face, but it was a pity that the main master had already carried him towards the study, and she couldn't see the dissatisfaction on her face at all.

When they arrived at the study, the small mirror had been cleaned and left, Xiao Yuanzi spontaneously stood at the door, and Ye Zichuan sat on the Taishi chair with a book.

Holding the thousand-character text, Meng Wei spontaneously sat down on the small collapse on the side, and by the way, she also put the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone that she had practiced before on the small table next to her, and wrote down the words she recognized yesterday.

I was like a student who had only entered the first grade, writing word by word according to the traditional characters in the book, and if I encountered difficulties in writing, I had to look at it several times halfway.

Finally 'reviewed' all the words she learned yesterday, Meng Wei put down the brush, pinched the paper with her satisfied hands, carefully blew the ink on the top, and praised herself: "I am really a genius, it is the second time that I can write so well." ”

"Poof."

There was a leaky laughter above her head, Meng Wei raised her head, and saw someone stroking her stomach and laughing uncontrollably, her eyes couldn't help but resent: "Little Hou Ye, eavesdropping is not a good behavior." ”

"Ouch, it hurts!"

Ye Zichuan withdrew his hand, pulled the corners of his lips, and hummed indifferently: "Don't forget, this is the master's study, the master just looked at your serious appearance just now, and thought you were doing, but I didn't expect you to be selling melons here." ”

Blow one’s own trumpet!

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