In the house, Mao Tongtong yawned lazily and turned over, only to find that there was no one around him.

"Green Bamboo!" Mao Tongtong shouted outside.

"The slave is here." Qingzhu walked over with a smile, "Fujin woke up?" ”

"Where's the master?" Mao Tongtong asked, "When did it start?" ”

"The prince has been up for most of the hour, in the kitchen!" Qingzhu replied.

"Kitchen?" Mao Tongtong was stunned for a moment, and then remembered the conversation with the eighth master last night. It seems that this person went to cook porridge for her?

When I thought of a person like the eighth master who had never cooked before, cooking porridge, the eighth master suddenly appeared in his mind, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

"Do you want to go and see it?" Qingmei asked.

When Mao Tongtong was talking to the eighth master last night, Qingzhu and Qingmei were waiting beside them, so they naturally knew.

"Well, go check it out." Mao Tongtong nodded. Such a rare scene naturally cannot be missed.

When she finished washing up and went to the kitchen, she saw the eighth master wearing an apron around his waist, standing by the stove with a serious face and staring at a clay pot.

The kitchen minions were taken aback again! What day is this, why did the two masters run to the kitchen early in the morning?

But after being scared, someone guessed one or two in their minds. The only person who can make the eighth master run to the kitchen early in the morning to humbly ask for advice on cooking porridge can only be Fujin.

The prince's favor for Fujin is really unusual! The prince of the dignified county actually cooked porridge for Fujin in person! It's going to scare everyone's teeth out when you say it!

After everyone saluted, they lowered their heads and pretended to be transparent. The eighth master turned back to Mao Tongtong and smiled: "Tongtong is awake? The porridge is almost ready. ”

"I'll see." Mao Tongtong stepped forward and stood in front of the clay pot to take a look, and saw that the turquoise porridge inside was tumbling, and there was a faint fragrance of rice spreading.

"The rice is blooming!" Mao Tongtong said with a smile. This shows that the porridge is almost ready. And the rice at this time is not like modern rice that has undergone a variety of processing, so the porridge boiled out in this way has thick rice oil on the top layer, which is actually the most nutritious thing.

"Hmm." The eighth master nodded, "I think this porridge should be good today." ”

"Master learns things quickly!" Mao Tongtong patted a fart at the right time.

Xiao Anzi on the side plucked up the courage to remind, "Lord Wang, you can get away from the fire." ”

"That's it?" The eighth master asked.

"Well, it's just right." Xiao Anzi nodded.

Naturally, there is no need for the eighth master to do this kind of thing by taking the clay pot away from the stove. Let the servant untie his apron, and the eighth master took Mao Tongtong's hand out of the kitchen, "Taste it for a while, see how it tastes?" ”

"It smells good, it must taste good." Mao Tongtong said with a smile.

The two went back to the house, and the minions brought breakfast. In addition to the japonica rice porridge boiled by the eighth master, there are also siu mai, xiao long bao, dumplings, and a few side dishes.

The eighth master personally served a bowl of porridge to Mao Tongtong, and waited for Mao Tongtong to drink with an expectant face.

Under the gaze of the eighth master, Mao Tongtong scooped a spoonful, blew it, and put it in his mouth.

"Well, it's moderately soft and delicious!" Mao Tongtong gave a heartfelt compliment.

For a first-time cooker, it is also commendable to be able to cook a pot of porridge so well. Although she knew that there must be a minion on the side. But just for the eighth master's heart, she also wants to praise it!

"Is it really good?" The eighth master is still a little unconfident. After all, it was something he had never been exposed to.

"Don't you know if you take a sip yourself?" Mao Tongtong smiled: "It's really delicious." If I didn't know that it was boiled by the master, I thought it was sent from the kitchen! ”

There was already a bowl in front of the eighth master at this time. Hearing Mao Tongtong say this, he also took a sip. Sure enough, it tastes good! He gave himself a thumbs up in his heart!

This is the first time in the eighth master's life that he has eaten his own cooking, and this novel experience has raised the deliciousness of this porridge to another level.

So, after a breakfast, the two drank more than half of the porridge in this clay pot!

"Well, it's over!" Mao Tongtong couldn't help frowning.

"If you want to eat, I'll make it for you another day." The eighth master couldn't help but shake his head, "Isn't it uncomfortable to eat yourself?" ”

"Will you still be willing to do it in the future?" Mao Tongtong was surprised.

She just thought that she would probably only have such a chance to eat the food cooked by the eighth master once in her life, so she couldn't help but eat more.

"As long as Tongtong wants to." The eighth master smiled slightly.

"Master." Mao Tongtong's heart warmed, and she couldn't help choking a little, "Master, this time, I am very satisfied." It's true. ”

"It's not that difficult to find out today." The eighth master said: "Listening to the servants in the kitchen, it is not difficult to make soup. ”

"Did you discover the joy of cooking?" Mao Tongtong couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't say it, it's kind of interesting." The eighth master smiled: "What I used to eat was a finished product, and I have never seen the process." I've experienced it once today, and I really think it's different. There is a specialization in the art industry, even if it is just a dish, there are many ways. ”

"Master, it suddenly occurred to me what you could do after you stepped back." Mao Tongtong smiled: "You can study food at home!" ”

She thought to herself, maybe she inadvertently unearthed another skill in the eighth master?

"And then?" The eighth master smiled: "Cook for you every day? ”

"Joke! Haha, just a joke! Mao Tongtong said with a smile. Cooking once in a while is a pleasure, or rather a pleasure.

If you really let the gentle and jade-friendly eighth master work in the smoky kitchen every day, she can't stand the scene herself!

The eighth master smiled and didn't say anything more about this topic.

After the two of them had breakfast, Hongwang and Yalich also came over.

"Amma, eldest brother will take me to fly a kite, do you want to come with Eniang?"

"Okay!" Mao Tongtong responded with a smile: "E-niang hasn't flown a kite for a long time!" ”

Since you are on vacation in Zhuangzi, such an activity is the most suitable.

The eighth master naturally had no opinion, and the family set off again with the kite.

There are more open spaces on the Zhuangzi than in the palace, and it is more comfortable to fly kites.

Here, Hongwang and Yaliqi have a kite, and Mao Tongtong has a kite over there.

It was a good time for the spring breeze to blow on the face, and after a while, two kites rose into the sky.

Mao Tongtong leaned on the arms of the eighth master, holding the spool in his hand, slowly putting it down, pulling the string from time to time, controlling the kite in the sky.

"I remember when I was a kid, the first kite was made by Amma." Mao Tongtong muttered to himself.

"Father-in-law can make kites?" The eighth master asked curiously.

The corners of Mao Tongtong's mouth were slightly curved, and he said with a smile: "Yes, Ama can't draw, so he makes the simplest king-shaped kite." It's ugly, but it flies high! ”

At that time, Mao Chengyun was not unable to afford kites, but he liked to make some gadgets for her by himself. This kind of handiwork may not be as exquisite as the one sold outside, but the intention is different. Just like the porridge that the eighth master cooked this morning, it is actually different from the kitchen slave's boiling, but because of the different intentions, it is particularly delicious.

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