Jiang Ciye heard his daughter-in-law's words, and his eyes softened a little.

He said softly: "Shengsheng, I'm not tired, you rest for a while." ”

Yu Sheng: "......"

She pursed her lips and hesitated, "But you cut it very slowly, I'll cook it later." ”

Jiang Ciye: "......"

The air was in a state of embarrassment.

After a few seconds, he put down the knife with a calm expression, "Okay, then Shengsheng, you come." ”

I couldn't help but smile bitterly in my heart.

It turned out that the daughter-in-law was not concerned about whether he was tired or not, but felt that he was cutting too slowly......

Yu Sheng glanced at him soothingly, picked up the knife, and quickly cut the beef into thin slices.

Within a few minutes, she had cut the remaining half of the beef.

She put the beef slices in a basin, added starch, a little salt, two drops of sesame oil and chicken essence, grasped well, set aside, and cut the remaining garlic slices into minced garlic.

Yu Sheng put down the knife, stretched, and looked at the boiling pot.

Beneath the layer of foam, you can faintly see the milky white soup.

She lifted the lid, grabbed two handfuls of bean sprouts and threw them in, closed the lid and continued cooking.

Boil this pot of sauerkraut fish and then boil the boiled beef.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.

Baili Xiyao put down the vegetable leaves in her hand, turned around and walked out, "I'll open the door." ”

Knocking on the door was the old lady of the Feng family next door to them, with a pair of shrewd triangular eyes, Baili Xiyao didn't like her very much.

"Is there anything wrong with you?"

Seeing that the person who opened the door was a child, Mrs. Feng looked in: "Are your parents not at home?" ”

"Not there." Baili Xiyao's tone was light, and she didn't plan to invite her into the house.

Old Madam Feng sniffed vigorously, "What is cooking in this room, why is it so fragrant?" I smell it all in my house! ”

The kitchen of the two families is separated by a wall, and every time Yang Jinfen and Bai Lihong cook, this old lady Feng will come and knock on the door, pretending to ask what she is cooking, but she is actually here to eat.

"Didn't cook anything." Baili Xiyao didn't like her very much, because once Mrs. Feng walked directly to the dining table and took the food from the plate.

This disgusting action disgusted her.

Old Madam Feng looked incredulous, "You kid, I can smell the fragrance, and you still lie to me and say no?" ”

Baili Xiyao frowned and said, "Old lady, according to your meaning, do we have to report to your old man what dishes our family cooks every day?" ”

"Why are you talking, I don't mean that, I just want to know what I'm cooking, it's best for me to taste it, and cook it next time I go back to our house to eat." Old Lady Feng looked at her dissatisfied.

Baili Xiyao said expressionlessly: "I'm sorry, we don't cook enough for ourselves, if you don't have it, let you try it, or I'll close the door if there is nothing else." ”

Old Madam Feng's face changed, and she said angrily: "Why don't you know how to be a human at all? ”

"I can't be a man?" Baili Xiyao was angry and laughed at these words, and simply said: "You can be a man, why didn't you see what you cooked at home and brought a little bit to my parents to try?" Also, every time you come to my house to try it, you have to at least return the pots and saucers, have you returned them? ”

"Why are you so stingy, your parents didn't say anything, is it your turn to talk nonsense to a child?" Mrs. Feng was angry and ashamed, and stretched out her hand to point at Baili Xiyao's nose and scolded.

Yu Sheng listened to the ins and outs of the matter clearly in the kitchen, walked behind Baili Xiyao, and looked at this old lady who was about sixty years old and full of snobbery with cold eyes.