Wen Jing saw the embarrassment on the old lady's face, nodded obediently, and then, after walking a few steps with the Li family, she turned her head viciously and glanced at Ding Xuewei, blaming her for causing the Li family not to come to the stage.

The innocent Ding Xuewei is really speechless!

"I'm just a kind reminder."

"Your grandfather did it on purpose."

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“·····”

Facing An He's four eyes, they both saw sympathy for Old Man Ding in each other's eyes!

The old man is so miserable!

Looking at the spiritual outlook of the Li family, at least there will be no time to be refreshed and relieved before death!

"You say, if I take an old widow for my grandfather, will my grandmother wait for the opportunity to pinch me to death?"

Ding Xuewei was on a whim, and An He's originally sympathetic gaze for Old Man Ding suddenly turned into a question about Ding Xuewei.

What kind of baby is this?

Ding Xue saw it clearly.

"Hehe, talk and play."

"Why is your grandfather an old widow in your heart?"

"Ugh!"

Ding Xuewei couldn't figure it out now.

"Your grandfather is also a child, and he can accept a big girl."

Ding Xue was slightly silent.

She forgot what time it was!

There are some things that can be said, but some opinions are deep-rooted, she doesn't think this issue is worth exploring, so she put away the book in her hand, and the people went to the place where Chef Guo and the others loaded.

"Does she think that her grandfather can only be married to an old widow?" An He still couldn't figure it out.

Chen Yun pursed his lips and said a fair word: "Manager An, Miss Xuewei is a junior, and juniors must not criticize the elders." ”

"Ugh!" Ann and choked.

He's never been so embarrassed!

I don't know when Ding Xuewei in his heart began to grow taller, so that sometimes he can completely ignore that she is a baby!

"Ahem, ahem." An He didn't have three hundred taels of silver here, and coughed to hide his embarrassment: "What should I do, why should I go." ”

Chen Yun silently bypassed.

The sweet potatoes to be sent to the capital were not brought into the city by the prefect, but all dried in the wooden house, and when the officials of the government entered Beijing, they would come directly here to load, and the seeds that had been harvested, such as melon seeds, sesame seeds, peppers, etc., the prefect had not yet given the regulations, how to operate, and had to wait for the harvest of crops such as rice and pumpkin!

After being busy for more than half a year, she couldn't even decide where to go for these melons and fruits, Ding Xuewei didn't feel anything special, but she was a little enthusiastic when Chef Guo and the others loaded the chair utensils.

The pots and utensils she bought in the city, whether it was pots and pans, tables, chairs and benches, were not as ingenious and exquisite as Bazhen Building.

"The utensils in the building are uniformly customized, if you like it, when you go back and buy it, you can order an extra batch." Chef Guo said everything, and when he caught the tables and chairs on the shelf in the corner of his eye, he remembered: "Tables and chairs cannot be rebooked for the time being." ”

“··· Dishes can be ordered? Ding Xuewei became interested.

She hadn't been to Bazhen Building in other places, and she didn't know that their utensils and utensils were all unified, and the one in the city, although there were many deficiencies in her opinion, it was not too brilliant in her eyes, and it was already a high standard in this world!

Before, it wasn't that I didn't think about breaking the tradition, but I was busy all the time, and now... Don't dare to overdo it!

The dishes in this world are very traditional, and sometimes the dishes are not very good-looking, and she loves to eat this, she thought, it is no problem to modify the shape of the dishes a little.

Ding Xuewei's thinking appearance Chef Guo couldn't be clearer, and he grabbed Chen Yun with a sweep of his eyes.

"Xue Wei's pen and paper?"

Paper, she can do anything, this is not charcoal.

Ding Xuewei, not to mention painting with a brush, is not even able to write!

They don't want to look at the picture and guess the word at all!

As the saying goes, there is a ravine in the heart, the pen is natural, I have seen too many different forms of dishes, and when I put down the pen, it seems natural and smooth, and once she enters the drawing mode, she is always a little distracted.

Chef Guo originally waited aside, waited and waited until he felt that something was wrong, and walked to Ding Xuewei's side.

At that time, Ding Xuewei was drawing a deep dish of half-soup with fungus.

Since then, her habit is to paint and explain the size, Chef Guo was only amazed when he saw the deep plate of half-soup on the side of the fungus, and he became puzzled by Ding Xue's slightly falling handwriting.

"This depth shouldn't be a plate, but a bowl, right?"

"It's a plate." Ding Xuewei is very sure: "This kind of plate is the most suitable for dishes with soup such as braised pork, yellow stewed chicken, etc., and there is not much soup." ”

Compared with a large bowl, this kind of half-soup bowl and plate with a slightly deep open bottom, which can fully display the dish without letting a small amount of soup disappear, is more suitable for these dishes with a better taste of soup!

"That... What about this? ”

When Ding Xuewei came up with a convex shallow plate size, he was curious.

"Cold dishes, if you soak too much soup, the taste will change."

There are some cold dishes, which are really not suitable for soaking.

Chef Guo nodded in agreement.

Immediately followed by Ding Xuewei drew a series of them, and Chef Guo asked them one by one.

Both of them were too involved, and before they knew it, more than an hour had passed, seeing that they didn't leave, they had to hurry up on the road, and Wu Erlang could only come to urge.

"Ugh!"

Ding Xue, who accidentally drew too much, raised her eyes slightly, looking at Chef Guo, she thought that it was too late to pick some now.

"Try it first." Chef Guo put away a stack of drawings.

Ding Xuewei's eyes are too clear to him, but he doesn't want to choose, he has already adapted the most suitable dishes for every dish and bowl, and he can't bear any of them!

"Xuewei!"

When Ding Xuewei and Chef Guo looked at each other, Mrs. Zhang's nervous and eager voice sounded.

When I looked at her, I saw her jumping out of the carriage in disregard of etiquette.

I gave Mrs. Zhang a lot of styles before, but she has been very busy recently, where do you have time to come to the village to play.

She must have come for something!

Looking at her appearance, Ding Xuewei was even more sure.

Couldn't care about Chef Guo anymore, she stood up and walked towards Mrs. Zhang.

"Why is Aunt Zhang here?"

"Something." Zhang Niangzi was straightforward.

She, Shopkeeper Wu and others were all members of An He's seat, and when she walked to the wooden house with Ding Xuewei, she also gave An He a look at the same time.

Soon, the three of them were sitting around the square table in the wooden room of the guest room.

"Yesterday, Junyue Clothing Fang released a new product, and at noon today, I met with a good wife, who happened to be wearing the new product released by Junyue Clothing Yesterday." At this point, Ding Xuewei and An He basically have a score, and sure enough, Zhang Niangzi gave the result in the next second: "Whether it is color matching or pattern lines, they are close to your usual design, no, it can't be said to be close." ”

"If I didn't know that those patterns didn't appear in front of my eyes, I wouldn't have suspected that the clothes were not designed by you, and if I hadn't had the same series of drawings in my hand, I might have suspected that their family had invited some great people." She added, as well as affirmations.

A roar every day, begging for tickets, asking for collections...