Xiangye hurriedly gathered up the sweat towel and wanted to stuff it into his sleeve pocket, but he felt that there was no silver here, so he unnaturally raised his hand and brushed his sideburns.

"What did Miss say, you want a sweat towel, I'll embroider one for you when you go back."

Su Jinluan saw that her dead duck had a hard mouth, the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, and she mended the knife unhurriedly:

"Do you dare to wear this in front of your mother's eyes today, not afraid that she will break your legs? Daddy is at a loss, but he can't protect you. ”

Xiangye's eyes flickered, and the face of the grease and powder did not show the change in complexion, and he could also see that it looked bad.

"Miss, don't listen to people's nonsense, it's not a good thing, it's not good for people to hear."

Su Jinluan pouted.

"You've done it all, and you're still afraid of me saying?"

She looked at the fragrant leaves with a strange look.

"You wouldn't have found out yet, would you?"

"Found what?"

Xiangye accosted absentmindedly, clutching the sweat towel in her hand, and couldn't help but fly to the main room from the corner of her eyes, as if she was hurting her brain how to block Miss Diao's mouth.

Su Jinluan was really a little disappointed.

I thought it was a shrewd person, but it turned out to be just a big fool.

"Don't you think you're dressed like a person?"

Su Jinluan simply made it clear.

"Like whom?"

Xiangye came back to her senses, met her eyes that hated iron and steel, was stunned, and her head was filled with chaotic thoughts, her eyes opened wider and wider, and blurted out:

"Luo Xi is weak?!"

"Looks like you're not too stupid."

Su Jinluan praised perfunctorily, and didn't have the heart to fight with the obviously panicked girl.

Just this point, he is also horizontal in the nest, bullying the little Yang Jinluan who can't open his mind.

"Why don't you hurry back and change your clothes, what are you doing here? When my mother thinks about it, she will be angry with you? ”

Xiangye Jiling shuddered, turned his head and ran without saying a word, and slipped through the wall in a covert way, for fear of attracting attention.

It's nothing to be a stand-in, but if the main person who is in charge of the substitute becomes a scourge opponent, it will be troublesome.

Su Jinluan frowned and looked at her and could see some curvy backs, and in a trance, she was really a bit like the woman who pretended to be weak.

Not to mention, my dad is really affectionate, and he has been painstakingly looking for a stand-in for so many years.

Maybe it's the bad nature of men, and what you can't get is always the best.

But after seeing another graceful fake, Xiangye's mean and ordinary face is like chicken ribs.

By the way, if this Luo Xiweak is fake, then what is the real one? Wouldn't it be because of the damage to your reputation, and you will come to the door to ask for an explanation?

Also, it is impossible to hide such a big thing as a theft from the house.

Although my father and mother were embarrassed, they strongly advocated admitting it and refused to report to the official, but good things don't go out and evil things go thousands of miles, I'm afraid that this thing is inappropriate.

If someone from the yamen takes the initiative to ask, it will still be a big trouble, and the family will not have any money left to deal with those insatiable fast catchers.

I have to hurry up and write a letter to Jin Dajiao, and take advantage of the situation to scare and scare the shrimp soldiers and crab generals in these places.

Su Jinluan instructed the two Huzi to fetch wood, put together the fire and then go to sleep, simply boil the ingredients overnight, and then move the pot farther away tomorrow morning to make wood pulp.

After arranging this, she went back to the kitchen, and Fangcao had already chopped the meat filling and cut the noodles.

"The knife work is good."

Su Jinluan glanced at it and gave a thumbs up.

"What kind of knife work am I, just blind cutting."

Fangcao was praised very happily, but her mouth was still modest.

Su Jinluan smiled and asked again, "Is there still chicken soup?" ”

The practice of drawing talismans has harmed several chickens in the family, and it should not be eaten so quickly.

"Yes. Miss wants to make chicken noodle soup for the old lady? ”

Fangcao put down the kitchen knife, grabbed the noodles and shook them casually, the flour fell, and the noodles with similar thickness bounced and drooped twice, which looked really good.

"Well, the chicken noodle soup is light and nutritious, and the patient eats it appropriately."

Su Jinluan peeled two green onions and washed them, handed over a head of garlic called Fangcao, crushed and peeled the skin, and cut some minced ginger for later use.

"You burn the fire, I'll fry the sauce."

Fangcao handed her a small bench and politely declined:

"No, just teach me to do it, don't burn you."

Su Jinluan looked at the pot table where she saw her chin, and sat down to pull the wind box.

"Heat the pan first, then heat the oil, put the meat foam in the pot and stir it, and then put it out when it is broken. Then put the green onions, ginger and garlic in the hot oil pan and stir-fry until fragrant, then pour the meat foam and the adjusted yellow sauce into it and stir-fry. ”

Su Jinluan said the steps in one breath, but as for cooking wine, sugar and other ingredients, he didn't mention it at all, and he may not mention it.

I'm still poor.

Fangcao is skillful on the stove, listening to her simple words, I have a score in my heart, I boiled the sauce in an orderly manner, and soon boiled it out, and added water to the pot to boil the noodles.

The herbs are still taking care of the fire, and the chicken soup on the stove is also hot, so take out the noodles that have been boiled for a while and continue to cook until they are delicious.

Su Jinluan snatched the errand of lighting the fire, and asked her to cut vegetables.

At this time, there are only two kinds of vegetables, Chinese cabbage and green radish stored in the cellar, which are shredded and crispy and refreshing.

The two-pot noodles are ready quickly.

Su Jinluan first filled a small bowl of noodles, passed all over the water, mixed it with fried sauce and vegetables and ate it, and burped comfortably, and the herbs next to him had already gobbled up the two large sea bowls, and he looked like he was still unsatisfied.

"Fangcao, you can't make money with this amount of food, but how can you support yourself."

Su Jinluan sighed with emotion and quickly had an idea.

"Why don't we open a shop and buy food? You are a chef, guarding the pot, and no one can starve you when you are hungry. ”

Fangcao was originally amused by her, and when she heard her talk about opening a shop, she asked stupidly:

"Open a shop? Going to town? Got a lot of money, right? Do we still have money? ”

One hit hits!

"No money."

Su Jinluan spread his hands, his eyes rolled and he changed his mind.

"We can set up a stall to sell first, and then open a shop when we have saved enough money. With your craftsmanship, the business is absolutely booming! ”

Fangcao was praised happily again, and said with a smile while serving noodles:

"Miss is a person with great ability, just do a magic thing, the silver is not flowing like water, where will there be a shortage of capital? Don't make me amused. ”

Su Jinluan was choked and stared, and only after a while did she sigh leisurely and help her cover the basket of rice.

"But don't say that again. The master said that I did not have a deep relationship with Buddhism, and it was only because of my good deeds and accumulation of virtue in my previous life that I was given a dream opportunity. ”

"How much I can comprehend is my own creation, but I can't become a monk and specialize in purification, let alone use it to make money and hurt yin and morality."

"Miss is also a half-ass?" Fangcao's mouth opened wide in surprise, and then smiled contentedly, "This is also much better than the average person." ”

Su Jinluan quietly looked at her satisfied smiling face, and her tone was brisk.

"Yes, being able to wake up is already earned, and greed will be punished by God."

"Let's go, bring food to my parents."

Fangcao agreed, lifted the basket easily, took the small basket in Su Jinluan's hand, and asked curiously, "These two bowls are for bay leaves?" ”

There is also a bowl of fried noodles here, and the old lady is a little greasy and a little greasy.

"It's not. Leave her alone, she wants to eat her own. ”

Su Jinluan denied it, and walked to the backyard first, and sure enough, he saw a familiar head on the wall again.

"Xu Changqing! Wang Tsai! I made noodles at home and brought them back for you to taste with Aunt Jiang. ”