"When you are reading, you are not allowed to eat." Yue Wenqin patted him lightly on the head.

"When you read a book, you can forget that it tastes bad, and at least you can eat it. I'm always worried that my sister will starve to death! An An had a bitter face.

"Don't worry, it won't." Master Jiang thought about it, shook his head, patted An An's head, and pulled him out, and heard An An saying from a distance that he hadn't drunk hawthorn water yet. However, Master Jiang didn't speak, and his voice became farther and farther away, but he didn't stop.

Yue Wenqin shook his head with a smile and looked up at the room. He could imagine her nestled in a stack of books, concentrating on her reading. Shaking his head, he slowly walked to the kitchen. You can't really wait for someone to starve to death, right?

Qingqing didn't remember to light the lamp until she couldn't see it, but when she lit the lamp, He Shi came in.

"Don't look, come and eat."

Qingqing was stunned for a moment, and didn't seem to react yet, as if she was thinking about what He said.

"Don't stay out, come out quickly." The He family has already come in to pull her, anyway, she is used to it, and in the past few days from the first of every month, Qingqing will be in a state of mind.

There were already three men sitting in the hall, but there were already four dishes and one soup on the table, all in large bowls. There is also a small bowl and a saucer in front of each person, and the chopsticks are placed on a bamboo chopstick rest.

Qingqing sat down and looked at the chopstick rest and the small bowls and dishes.

"What is this?" stared blankly at the things that had never appeared on the dinner table of Qiao's family.

"The bowl is for eating, and the plate is for spitting." Qiao Dayong explained very kindly, saw Qingqing look up at himself, and hurriedly pointed to Yue Wenqin opposite, "Xiao Yue said, by the way, I have just officially asked him to be a cook, and I pressed my handprint." ”

"So you've been in the South all the time." Qingqing looked at the plate and muttered, "To distinguish between southerners and northerners, it is to see whether they use dishes to load vegetables or slag." ”

Everyone at the table didn't know what to say, and looked at each other, but the Qiao family was relatively calm, knowing that Qingqing had not yet returned to his soul at this time, so he didn't have to worry about anything.

"Eat!" The old man shook his head, filled a bowl of rice by himself, and lowered his head to pick up the rice.

"Qingqing, eat porridge first, this is specially made for you by Xiaoyue, it is easier to swallow porridge." He took out a bowl of vegetables and put it in front of Qingqing.

"Thank you!" Qingqing nodded in that direction a little embarrassed, but didn't look at him, took a spoon and scooped a small half bowl of porridge into her small bowl, slowly lowered her head and drank the porridge slowly.

"Baby, you actually have a lot of books, why do you have to help people read books?" Qiao Dayong couldn't help but say to his daughter.

"Books are so expensive, save more books as silver." Qingqing is still a little wooden, obviously her brain hasn't come back yet.

"Baby, I like to read, my dad bought it for you, you don't have to work so hard." Qiao Dayong's face was painful.

"Daddy!" Qingqing finally came back to her senses and looked back at her father, "Do you know how expensive books are now?" ”

"Daddy can afford it! As long as you like it, Daddy will buy it for you. Qiao Dayong shook his head, said firmly, and reassured, "Really, Dad has a lot of money." ”

"Dad, I like to read, I can leave books behind when I look at them, there is no better job than this." Qingqing smiled, scooped a spoonful of porridge and put it in her mouth, was stunned for a moment, looked at the porridge, picked up the porridge with a big copper spoon, raised her head and looked at Yue Wenqin, "How can you make porridge in Guangdong?" ”

"Can you eat all of this?" Qiao Dayong looked at the mess in the porridge and tasted it himself, "It's delicious, baby, can we sell it in the store?" ”

"Very good!" Qingqing looked at the four dishes and one soup on the table, picked up the chopsticks, tried each dish, tangled for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "That...... Can you ask, what kind of cuisine is your master? ”

"Which do you like?" Yue Wenqin looked at the four dishes, four completely different cuisines, he made a more typical one for each of them, obviously, this girl is different from her grandfather and father, she must have something she likes, but now she didn't say it.

"Yes, whichever you like, we'll sell it in our store." Qiao Dayong hurriedly said.

"I think that's good, what do you think?" He Shi was also stunned in the afternoon, and when he was about to cook, Yue Wenqin entered the kitchen, only asked her if she would make a fire, and then made four dishes and one soup with the existing ingredients in the kitchen, as well as a porridge, she didn't know that there were so many ingredients for cooking in the kitchen at home, and she could make it so delicious.

She was referring to a jasmine egg, which she had planted in a pot, and it was blooming so brightly that she didn't know that it could also cook.

"This is Yunnan cuisine, they are like spring all year round, so they often use flowers in the dish, this dish is especially suitable for women, you eat more." Qingqing said hurriedly.

"Baby, try this, I don't think it tastes like ours?" Qiao Dayong hurriedly pointed to the roast meat, "But it's also delicious." ”

"This is pork, and our family eats more beef and mutton." Qingqing smiled at her father, thought about it, and was stunned again, "Yes, why doesn't our family eat pork?" ”

"This is what the poor eat." He Shi put one in his mouth and nodded, "The taste is still good, you can sell this in the store when you go back, it's cheap and delicious." ”

After all, He was born in a small restaurant, and he immediately thought of a business opportunity.

Qingqing looked at them blankly: "Pork is eaten by the poor?" ”

"Who eats pork! Oh, eat in the big kitchen of the Yamen, An An likes to eat. He Shi remembered something and said hurriedly. By the way, he sandwiched some dishes for Yue Wenqin, "Xiao Yue, how did you come up with pork?" ”

"The kitchen has!" Yue Wenqin said sullenly. He can't go out and buy groceries by himself, can he? Are they all picking up what is already in the kitchen?

The old man looked up, there was meat and vegetables in their kitchen? Mainly, the daughter-in-law doesn't know yet!

He Shi was stunned for a moment, and she forgot about it.

"Grandma He sent it, let you boil the broth for An An to eat." Qingqing explained helplessly.

"Oooh, I almost forgot." He nodded hurriedly, these days, Old Mrs. He is okay and let Xiaoice come to learn something from Qingqing. Mainly, Mrs. He put her teaching in Qiao's house. When people come, of course they have to bring some food. The old lady couldn't go back after dinner, so she could only leave the dishes and instructed for a long time, but He still forgot it.

"Why don't we open a casual restaurant! Whatever you buy every day, you can do it, and the guests will never know what the menu will be today? Qingqing looked at He's embarrassment, and hurriedly changed the topic, "Mr. Yue, can you?" ”

Of course, she was really not familiar with Yue Wenqin, and when she took the initiative to talk to him, she still blushed unhappily.

"Yes." Yue Wenqin saw that she blushed like that before she could speak, she felt sorry for her, and answered simply and neatly.

"Qingqing, do you want to learn to run a restaurant first?" The old man was too lazy to talk to his daughter-in-law, and turned to his granddaughter.