Early in the morning, Song Ying led the six aunts to the kitchen of the Zhu Mansion, and when the family left, the six aunts were finally able to speak like a clockwork with a full clock.

"Ah Ma, this Zhu Mansion is really rich, and the kitchen alone is as big as our house." Although Chuncao had heard her man talk about the grandeur of a big family, the Zhu Mansion was still beyond her imagination, such a big place was only used for cooking, which was too luxurious.

When Li Zaohua arrived here, he didn't dare to raise his voice, and said in a dumb voice: "This is just a kitchen, I took a look just now, there are chimneys in other rooms, and there is smoke on them, it should also be a kitchen." Why are you not surprised? ”

Of course, Song Ying was not surprised, because she had been to Su Mansion, and Su Mansion was about the same size as here.

"Auntie, no matter how big it is, it's a place for cooking, what's so strange, no matter how strange I am, I have to endure it first, and make the flowers and dumplings well, no matter how strange it is, it's not too late."

In front of Song Ying's eyes, there was a place that surprised her, that is, the cauldron was really too big, it was a ten-pound flower dumpling, and this pot could also fit two.

Hearing Song Ying say this, Li Zaohua wrapped her hair in a headscarf, "Ah Ying is right, we are here to make flowers, don't look like a frog at the bottom of the well, and embarrass our village." ”

Li Zaohua spoke, very encouraging, in her previous life, she was a good candidate for women's director, anyway, the other five people were encouraged by her to raise their heads and chests, and looked at Song Ying eagerly, "Ah Ying, what do you say we can do?" ”

"Auntie, you wash the vegetables and mash them to squeeze out the juice inside." Song Ying pointed to the fresh vegetables in the basket, and this time she was going to knead the dough of different colors with various vegetable juices.

Although the six women were full of question marks and didn't understand why Song Ying asked them to mash the vegetables into a paste, they still got busy according to what Song Ying said.

Song Ying took out a scale, took out a piece of paper from his body, and according to what was written on it, weighed out a piece of white noodles and poured it into the basin, using ten basins, and then began to mix with the most basins of noodles.

"Mother, you are so particular about making flowers and dumplings, you have to weigh the white noodles with scales?" The pumpkin lady asked in a whisper, they never used a scale to make steamed buns.

"I heard cauliflower say, this flower dumpling is divided into several parts, not like we make steamed buns, as soon as the whole steamed is finished, the upper name is to make the flower dumplings stable, right? Hey, I don't really understand, what does Ah Ying tell us to do, let's just do it. "Before Li Zaohua came, I asked Wang Caihua how to make Hua Bao.

She didn't want to steal school, she wanted to have a bottom in her heart, and don't help Song Ying.

"Yes, let's do what Ah Maki told us to do."

The six women smashed the vegetables, squeezed out the juice inside, and served them to Song Ying.

Song Ying poured pots of vegetable juice into each basin and began to mix different colors of dough, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead after a while.

Li Zaohua said distressedly: "Ah Ma, why don't we help you make a face together?" ”

Watching Song Ying reconcile a pot of noodles, he couldn't even take a breath, so he and the next pot of noodles, Li Zaohua was sour for Song Ying's hands.

"Auntie, don't use it yet, and you'll help me later." Although it is just noodles, these aunts have made them, but making noodles with flowers and dumplings is different from making steamed buns, and Song Ying is not at ease to let the aunts come to make noodles.

Li Zaohua and the others quietly went to the side.

Ten Dashou peaches were steamed, it was already afternoon, Li Zaohua and the six of them looked at Dashou peaches, and asked in disbelief: "Ah Ma, this is really made by us, why is it so handsome, you look at the old man above, even the gray beard is one by one, God!" ”

"Which one is us, it was made by Ah Ma." The pumpkin lady admired Song Ying's five-body throw, Song Ying is amazing, this flower is the same as living.

Song Ying's praised face was a little burned, and he fanned the wind with his hands, "Auntie, don't say that, the flowers and dumplings are made by the seven of us together, and without you, I can't do it alone." ”

Song Ying is really not modest, when kneading the dough, she really can't knead it, she is all six aunts who knead it according to what she said, and when she puts it in the pot and steam it, it is all made by six aunts.

"Ah Ma, don't put a high hat on us, what we do, others can do it, but you do all fine work, and the six of us can't do it." Li Zaohua is also a word for Song Ying: Serve!

In the past, she had seen the clever fruit made by Song Ying, and thought that she could make it, but today's making flower dumplings made her understand that there is a lot of knowledge in flower dumplings, and not any woman who circles around the pot can make them.

"Ah Ma, what are we going to do now, why are we waiting?" The pumpkin lady asked, she still has to go home to cook, her man can't even cook a bowl of porridge, and she is late to go back, she is afraid that the pumpkin will be hungry.

"Auntie, someone should be coming soon." When no one came, Song Ying called people.

As soon as Song Ying's voice fell, Zhu Gonghu, the big squire she had seen that day, came in and glanced at Hua Yan and walked out, and the housekeeper who followed him also called Song Ying out.

"What does this mean, why was Song Ying called out, the old man just now still had a straight face, could it be that he was not satisfied with the flowers and dumplings we made?" Chuncao, as Song Ying's aunt, is naturally the most worried.

"No, how good is the gluttony, can he still be satisfied?" Pumpkin Niang thinks that people who say that flowers are not good are ignorant of conscience.

is according to the standard of picking bones in eggs, and this flower can't find fault.

"He is the master of a high-ranking family, maybe he is really dissatisfied, could it be that we didn't do a good job, and it affected Song Ying, why don't we go over and listen?" Another woman whispered as she pointed to the door.

Li Zaohua stopped them with her eyes, "Let's not panic first." There are many rules in big families, and if we eavesdrop, it will bring trouble to Ah Ma. ”

Hearing Li Zaohua say this, the other five women stood in a proper manner, and they didn't even dare to move.

At this time, Song Ying had twenty taels of silver in her hand, more than twice as much as she said, and her hands trembled a little, because it was the first time she had taken so much silver, "This...... That's too much. ”