"Just try!" The eighth master smiled and walked over.

Mao Tongtong's eyes widened suddenly. The eighth master, a prince, will get this? People who have been eager to eat a meal since they were a child and have to be fed to their mouths can barbecue?

Mao Tongtong subconsciously looked at the sky, well, the sun was still setting in the west. The eighth master must be reckless!

She took a step to the side and gave up her position to the eighth master.

The little eunuchs who were waiting on the side were sweating on their heads! It's not good for these two masters to play something, they want to play this. Now it's a mess, and you have to prevent the two masters from burning themselves.

But now the eighth master said that he wanted to barbecue himself, and no matter how tired he was, he had to serve! The two little eunuchs cleaned up Mao Tongtong's mess and retreated to the side.

When Mao Tongtong saw that the eighth master took the meat skewers and put them on the grill, there was a disdainful smile in his eyes. Hmph, who wouldn't pretend! She didn't look good just now. It's going to be exposed in a while!

As a result, she waited and waited, but her eyes were getting wider and wider! The eighth master really knows how to kebab! Although the movements are not skillful, it is much better than the rush she was just now!

In Mao Tongtong's surprised gaze, the eighth master handed a skewer of grilled mutton to her.

"Well, how about trying the master's craftsmanship?"

Looking at the smile on the face of the eighth master, and looking at the oily and fragrant meat skewers in front of him, Mao Tongtong was sluggish.

"Taste it." The eighth master handed the meat skewer to Mao Tongtong again.

The general took the meat skewer from the eighth master's hand suspiciously, and Mao Tongtong took a bite and chewed it twice hesitantly.

"How's the master's craftsmanship?" The smile on the eighth master's face was quite proud.

swallowing the meat in his mouth, Mao Tongtong had to admit that the eighth master's craftsmanship was still passable.

"Okay." She spoke.

"I haven't baked for a long time, and my craftsmanship is rusty." The eighth master smiled.

"But, how can Ke Ye bake this?" Mao Tongtong had a stomach full of questions. Could it be that the princes still learn to cook? Impossible! The ancients paid attention to the gentleman's cooking!

"Who just said I should take a look?" The eighth master looked at Mao Tongtong playfully.

"Also, don't miss yet!" Mao Tongtong pouted.

"I've never baked it, and I dare to brag!" The eighth master stretched out his hand and flicked Mao Tongtong's head.

"How can a slave know that it is so difficult!" Mao Tongtong said depressedly. I think she can cook in modern times. How do you know but you can't play the seemingly simple barbecue?

"It seems that I can't fully believe what I say to you in the future." The eighth master smiled: "I always thought that Tongtong was a very down-to-earth person. I didn't expect to brag about it. ”

"Slave, slave maid said such once!" Mao Tongtong hurriedly argued.

The eighth master smiled and said nothing, and Mao Tongtong said again: "It's really this time!" ”

"Well, I believe you." Eight Masters said.

Mao Tongtong is called a regret! What is this called, this is called a misstep into a thousand years of hatred. One carelessness destroyed the image in the heart of the eighth master.

"But how can you bake it? Who did you learn from? Mao Tongtong is still struggling with this problem. It's weird.

"I learned it from my fourth sister-in-law." Eight Masters said.

Mao Tongtong was stunned for a moment before he reacted, and the eighth master was talking about Sifujin. It is said that Sifujin is the old daughter of Lord Feiyangu, and she is favored at home, how can this be? Is it popular in the capital?

"The slave maid still thinks that everyone is not in the kitchen." Mao Tongtong said tentatively.

The eighth master said with a smile: "The fourth sister-in-law loves to study food, and she also loves to do it herself." ”

"Really? That's to have a common hobby with slaves! Mao Tongtong was surprised. I didn't expect that the fourth master of the iceberg of cold noodles would like a foodie Sifujin! This style of painting is very different from the history!

"The fourth sister-in-law's craftsmanship is much better than yours!" The eighth master looked at Mao Tongtong with disgust.

"It's okay for slaves to practice a few more times!" Mao Tongtong was unconvinced! She has a foundation in cooking, so she doesn't believe that she can't grill a meat skewer.

"Forget it! If you practice a few more times, we won't eat tonight. The eighth master glanced at the ingredients that had just been scrapped by Mao Tongtong.

Mao Tongtong also glanced at it, and suddenly stopped talking.

The eighth master smiled, stepped forward and took Mao Tongtong's hand and sat down and said, "Let's sit down and wait for the servants to serve in peace." ”

Mao Tongtong naturally couldn't say anything to refute. After tossing for so long, her stomach growled with hunger.

So the self-service barbecue finally became a sitting, waiting for the minions to be roasted and sent to eat directly.

Mao Tongtong, who turned depression into appetite, ate too much without paying attention, and finally was pulled around by the eighth master on the Zhuangzi before she was allowed to go back to the house to sleep.

This slept until the second day, when the sun was bright. Thinking that there was only half a day, Mao Tongtong did not hesitate to take the painting folder out to sketch.

There's only one garden in the house, and that's all there is to it. Compared to being in the suburbs, the horizon has become broader.

The eighth master is also a rare relaxation. Mao Tongtong painted, and he ran away.

When the eighth master came back after running two laps, he saw that the painting on Mao Tongtong's drawing paper had also taken shape.

He dismounted and walked over to take a look, and the corners of his mouth hooked.

It turned out that Mao Tongtong also painted the figure of the eighth master who had just ridden a horse into the painting.

Today, Mao Tongtong uses his own charcoal paintings, which are more lifelike than ink paintings, and the eighth master can't help but praise it.

Mao Tongtong glanced back at him and quipped: "Shouldn't it be because there is a master in the painting?" ”

The eighth master was choked and smiled, and said, "Tongtong, is this not confident in his paintings?" ”

"The slave maid thinks it's rare for the master to say a word of praise." Mao Tongtong looked clear.

"It would be better if it was colored." Eight Masters said. The charcoal drawings are all in black and white, and I always feel a little less angry.

"Well, I'll get back to coloring later." Mao Tongtong nodded. Black and white portraits are good, but the scenery is still a bit worse. This blue sky and white clouds, green grass and green trees, it can't be shown if it is not colored.

Leisurely times always pass faster. Mao Tongtong felt that he hadn't played much yet, and he was about to go home.

Seeing that she was reluctant to look out of the window frequently, the eighth master softened his heart and said, "I'll bring you here when I have a holiday in the future." ”

"Master counts when he speaks!" Mao Tongtong said.

"That's nature! I haven't broken my word to you! "The eighth master said.

Mao Tongtong suddenly felt better. I can go out for an outing from time to time, and I don't feel too sad about the days in the back house. People really have expectations and motivation.

Because he returned after lunch, he did not rest in Zhuangzi in the morning, so Mao Tongtong fell asleep after sitting in the carriage.

The eighth master knew that she loved to take a lunch break, so he hugged her and leaned on his body.

Mao Tongtong moved his body, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep with peace of mind holding the eighth master's arm.