In the fight with the two scoundrels just now, although Zeng Hao had the upper hand, he also had a few colors on his body.

But he didn't care at all, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his hands, picked up two loads of steamed buns, and continued to go to the market to sell.

The Song Dynasty was a dynasty with many delicacies, and there was not much market for steamed buns here.

Therefore, although he sold it at the market for a day, Zeng Hao did not sell it for much money.

And what frustrated Zeng Hao was that he originally wanted to start with food and make some food that had not yet appeared in the Song Dynasty to make a fortune quickly.

But after a day of research, he found that the food market in the Song Dynasty was close to saturation, and many modern Chinese foods had already appeared at that time.

Unless it's to make Western-style pastries, such as cream cakes and the like, but Zeng Hao hasn't learned these things, so he can't do it at all.

Returning home dejected, the sky was completely dark, Zeng Hao saw Pan Jinlian sitting in the room, with a kerosene lamp lit on the table in front of him, sewing clothes.

Seeing Zeng Hao coming back, Pan Jinlian snorted and ignored him, obviously still angry.

Zeng Hao took the initiative to speak: "Have you done dinner?" After a day of standing outside, I was hungry. ”

"I didn't do it." Pan Jinlian didn't have a good airway.

"Why not?"

"Won't do it!"

"Damn, I can't even cook, what a rookie." Zeng Hao scolded and walked into the kitchen.

Pan Jinlian was so angry that she put down the needlework in her hand, stood up all of a sudden, and said loudly: "Wu Dalang, you are enough!" You've been sneering at me since this morning, and although I'm a woman, I'm not a muddy villain, and I don't have a temper! ”

Although she didn't understand what Zeng Hao's "rookie" meant, she could tell that it was definitely not a good word.

Zeng Hao just said twice and didn't reply to her.

Pan Jinlian was so angry that she stomped her feet, but she had no choice but to sit down and resume the work in her hands in a huff.

Zeng Hao, who was in the kitchen, once again felt the poverty of Wu Dalang's family - there were only a few handfuls of yellowish vegetables and a little pork in the kitchen.

You must know that although the borders of the Song Dynasty were constantly invaded, the economy was ranked first among so many dynasties, so there was no problem with food and clothing for the vast majority of the people, but Wu Dalang's family was still so poor.

Thinking of this, Zeng Hao looked up at Pan Jinlian who was sitting in the room, and began to understand a little in his heart why she hated Wu Dalang so much.

A beautiful person like her should have lived the life of a noble lady with rich clothes and food, but she had to follow Wu Dalang's clear soup and bitter water, and there was no decent clothes, and she would be a little resentful if she was anyone.

Zeng Hao's cooking skills are very good, so although there is not much food, he still stir-fried two plates of home-cooked dishes with color and flavor, a plate of fried shredded pork with green vegetables, a plate of simple braised pork, and then cooked a pot of green vegetable soup.

Although this is located in the north and mainly serves pasta, Wu Dalang's family still has some rice, so Zeng Hao cooked another pot of rice.

He is a southerner and is used to eating rice for dinner.

Pan Jinlian, who was sitting in the house, had already smelled the smell of vegetables wafting from the kitchen, and she was already hungry, but now her stomach was "beating gongs and drums".

But she was also stubborn, despite this, she didn't take the initiative to go over to eat, she had to wait for Zeng Hao to come over to invite her like Wu Dalang did usual.

Zeng Hao set up the meal here, and saw that Pan Jinlian was still sitting in the house and didn't come over, so he said angrily: "The dishes can't be eaten, what's the matter, do you want me to carry the sedan chair over to invite you?" ”

Pan Jinlian originally wanted to get up and go over, but when she heard Zeng Hao's words later, she sat down angrily: "Don't eat!" Even if I starve to death tonight, I will never eat a bite of your food!" ”

Hearing this, Zeng Hao almost thought that it was not Pan Jinlian sitting in the room, but Wang Jingze, the real fragrance brother.

"Hehe, whatever you want, I won't leave you food anyway, you can come over and eat now."

Pan Jinlian simply turned her back to Zeng Hao and showed her determination with her actions.

Zeng Hao didn't pay attention to her anymore, and deliberately said loudly how delicious it was while eating.

Pan Jinlian, who was already hungry, was so angry with Zeng Hao again, the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she became, and after a while, she threw away the needle and thread in her hand and cried on the table!

Seeing Pan Jinlian crying, Zeng Hao couldn't bear it anymore, hesitated, but walked over, stood beside her and said, "Okay, okay, I was wrong just now, I apologize to you, let's go over and eat." ”

Pan Jinlian didn't follow, still lying on the table and crying.

Zeng Hao stepped forward directly, grabbed her white and tender little hand, and forcibly led her to the dinner table.

"You let go! Don't touch me! Being grabbed by Zeng Hao's hand, Pan Jinlian was ashamed and angry.

Zeng Hao ignored her, pressed her to the dining table, and then personally served her a bowl of soup.

"Drink soup before eating."

Being treated so domineeringly by Zeng Hao was a feeling that Pan Jinlian had never had since she got married, and her mood was suddenly a little complicated.

Smelling the aroma of vegetables in front of her, Pan Jinlian deceived herself in her heart: "You forced me to eat it, not me who took the initiative to come and eat!" ”

Then, she picked up the bowl of hot soup and took a small sip with a graceful gesture, her pupils suddenly dilated a little - it was so delicious!

Although it is just an ordinary bowl of green vegetable soup, under Zeng Hao's cooking, the taste is also very delicious.

Because it was too delicious, and she was very hungry, Pan Jinlian drank a little urgently, so hot that she stuck out her little tongue, which was very cute.

Zeng Hao couldn't help but laugh and said, "Drink slowly, no one will rob you." ”

Pan Jinlian blushed and felt a little embarrassed, so she said angrily: "I want you to take care of it!" ”

When she finished drinking the soup, Zeng Hao filled her with a big bowl of rice.

Looking at the bowl of rice in front of her, Pan Jinlian was stunned, and after a moment, she stared at Zeng Hao with a pair of big eyes and said, "Wu Dalang, are you crazy?!" You actually cook dry rice, and cook so much?! ”

Zeng Hao knew why Pan Jinlian was so surprised, because in the Song Dynasty, although the economy was very prosperous, rice was still a relatively luxurious food for a poor family like Wu Dalang.

"Why are you so surprised, you can eat it if you eat it." Zeng Hao picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in Pan Jinlian's bowl.

"You've cooked so much tonight, what are we going to eat in the future!" Pan Jinlian is still crazy.

"You can't just buy it after you've eaten." Zeng Haoman didn't care.

"Buy again?" Pan Jinlian was about to be laughed at angrily, "Where did you get so much money to buy it again?" It's up to you to sell those few cooking cakes? ”