The old lady asked suspiciously, "Madam, aren't you eating?" ”

Hearing this, Zhao Qingyan sighed and said: "Chen'er doesn't eat it, how can I have the appetite to eat, so let's put these dishes in the kitchen first, if I'm hungry, I'm calling people to pass it on." ”

The old lady nodded, and then called someone to take the food, Zhao Qingyan calmed Wen Zichen's emotions by the way, and then followed them to the back kitchen.

"Madame, do you really want to do it? There's something we can do for you, you don't have to. ”

Hearing the old grandmother's persuasion, Zhao Qingyan said: "Chen'er's physical condition is like this now, I said that I want to cook for him, then of course I have to do it, the food I make is always different from the taste you make, and Chen'er can easily eat it." ”

Seeing that she insisted on this, the old lady stopped persuading, but said, "Then madam, be careful of this, fire is not long-sighted." ”

Zhao Qingyan smiled: "Mama, although I haven't cooked for a long time, I still know what to do." Then she turned to me and asked, "Is anyone willing to give me a hand?" Help me adjust the fire or something. ”

As soon as these words came out, the people who were originally watching the play behind came out and lit the fire for Zhao Qingyan. There is also a clever one, who told Zhao Qingyan where to put the ingredients in the kitchen and where to go.

Zhao Qingyan nodded, and went to find the ingredients he needed. The kitchen is not small, and the cooks are whispering in twos and threes. Zhao Qingyan is not stupid, he knows what they are talking about just by guessing.

The idler's mouth is broken, not to mention that in this case, everyone knows the character of the original owner, and some people are willing to watch the excitement. After all, the excitement sent to the front is not seen in vain.

Zhao Qingyan hugged the ingredients and went to the stove.

The wood kicked by his feet rolled inside, and a few sparks popped out, Zhao Qingyan subconsciously dodged back, and a few tomatoes in his arms rolled down.

"Madame, your tomatoes." A smart little girl didn't laugh at her like the others, but took the initiative to pick up the tomato, and Zhao Qingyan gave her a smile.

Then, Zhao Qingyan turned to everyone and said: "I'm stupid and hold grudges, if you let everyone see the joke, don't laugh too blatantly, just laugh secretly in your heart." ”

As soon as these words came out, they provoked laughter from several people, and those who understood put on a correct look, and those who didn't understand still put the word "good show" on their faces.

Everyone looked at Zhao Qingyan's operation as if no one was around, and looked at each other.

"Could it be that this Zhao Qingyan really knows how to cook?" A servant girl watching the play couldn't help but ask, and the person standing next to her said disdainfully: "She is a high-ranking lady who can cook, anyway, I don't believe it." ”

Listening to what the two people behind him said, Zhao Qingyan just chuckled, but did not speak.

Because of the injury to his left arm, it was extremely difficult to do things, and the maid of the Hou Mansion turned a blind eye.

Xing'er looked at the few girls standing next to Zhao Qingyan and didn't want to help Zhao Qingyan at all, "You see that Mrs. Zhao's left hand is not strong, why don't you help?" ”

Several of them were closer to Zhao Qingyan, but none of them reached out to help, and the kitchen aunt glanced at Xing'er lightly, "What to do for her, Young Master Wen doesn't like her, we help her, but we can't get along with Young Master Wen." ”

"But!" Xing'er wanted to say more, but was stopped by a few maids from the kitchen aunt.

Xing'er, who has always been kind-hearted, is deeply loved in this house, and she glanced at her aunt in the kitchen and others with slight annoyance, "If you don't help, I'm not allowed to help?" ”

As she spoke, she bumped into a few people who were blocking her, "Mrs. Zhao, I'll help you fight." ”

"No need, the hot water will splash on you, it will hurt." Zhao Qingyan glanced at Xing'er very gently, and then continued to make peace.

None of the people here are willing to help her, but this apricot is different from them, and it seems that she is a good girl.

Even if Zhao Qingyan said this, Xing'er still took care of herself and cut Zhao Qingyan's good noodles into strips, "Mrs. Zhao, you are too slow alone, it is better for Xing'er to help you." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Qingyan glanced at Xing'er.

Seeing that her face was full of determination, Zhao Qingyan knew that she couldn't stop her, so she had to nod: "That...... All right. ”

After the words fell, Zhao Qingyan poured the cut noodles in the bowl into the pot and stirred slowly, Xing'er watched Zhao Qingyan keep stirring, "Mrs. Zhao, why don't you listen to the stirring?" ”

"So that the noodles don't stick together." Zhao Qingyan handed the chopsticks to Xing'er, "You want to try it?" ”

Xing'er's eyes lit up, she took the chopsticks from Zhao Qingyan's hand, and began to stare curiously at the noodles in the pot and stirred, while Zhao Qingyan took out the green onion and chili pepper and began to cut it.

Could it be, this Zhao Qingyan really knows how to cook?

After cutting the things, Zhao Qingyan beat an egg in the bowl, stirred it quickly, and poured it into the pot in one go, followed by a rich fragrance.

"It smells so good!" The person who refuted Apricot just now didn't hold back his exclamation.

Even the kitchen aunt, who was accustomed to seeing big scenes, couldn't help but stare at the bowl where Zhao Qingyan was riding noodles, "I didn't expect that just a bowl of noodles can be so fragrant!" ”

Everyone was surprised that Zhao Qingyan really knew how to cook, and the palm who had been standing on the sidelines and watching spoke: "I didn't expect to be able to meet someone whose noodle cooking skills surpass me in my lifetime, Mrs. Zhao, it's really a blessing." ”

"You don't have to be polite." Zhao Qingyan didn't want to show off with this.

She also knew very well in her heart, maybe in the eyes of these people, she was a delicate lady who didn't touch the spring water with her fingers, and she must not have expected her to cook noodles.

The more she thought about it, the more smiles appeared on Zhao Qingyan's face, and after she put the bowl full of noodles in the lunch box, she heard a small saliva swallow beside her.

"Gollum." This time the voice was a bit loud, and Apricot lowered her head.

Zhao Qingyan saw the two blush on her cheeks, and after snorting, she smiled, "You take this first, there is still a little in the pot, I will give you a ride." ”

said it was a little, but Zhao Qingyan took all the noodles in the pot, and there was a full bowl, and Xing'er was full of joy, "Thank you, madam!" ”

"You're welcome, eat more, see how thin you look like skinny skin." After Zhao Qingyan finished speaking, he took the lunch box and left.

The kitchen aunt stared at Zhao Qingyan and left in front of her, her eyes darkened, "This Mrs. Zhao is really powerful, it seems that she should be going to deliver food to Young Master Wen." ”

Seeing Zhao Qingyan walk out of the door, the spoon couldn't help but fall into memory.

Previously, the meals in this mansion had always been made by him, but it was because Zhao Qingyan married into the Wen family and cooked the meals for a few days that all this changed.