"Princess!" Bai Shou's whole face turned red, and without saying a word, he took a few steps back, and almost retreated outside the courtyard, "Please princess respect herself." ”

looks like a good woman and man who has been molested.

Before Jinghe could speak, he was overshadowed by He Xiaoqiao's wild laughter, "Seventeen aunts? ”

"It's okay, it's okay, you continue, continue to ......" He Xiaoqiao waved his hand, almost smiling.

Seeing her like this, Jinghe couldn't laugh even if she was unhappy, and stood with Bai Shou inexplicably, not knowing what He Xiaoqiao was laughing at.

As for Bai Shou, he breathed a sigh of relief, and when he saw He Xiaoqiao speak, he hurriedly found a staircase for himself, "Princess, the iron plate and knives and forks are ready, do you want to go down and get them back?" ”

"Done?" He Xiaoqiao couldn't see that Bai Shou was asking for help from himself, so he would really let Jinghe have a heart attack later, and hurriedly said with a smile, "Then hurry up, just in time for the evening." ”

"My subordinates understand." After Bai Shou said this, he hurriedly turned around and left, fleeing as if there was an evil ghost chasing behind him.

Jinghe snorted, and after turning back, he asked He Xiaoqiao curiously, "Aunt Seventeen, what are you going to do at night?" ”

"Of course it's delicious." He Xiaoqiao replied casually, squatted on the ground and had a sore back, quickly stood up and stretched his lower limbs, went to the kitchen and took out some hot milk tea, and let Cailian distribute it to the people in the yard to drink, and everyone warmed up.

"Delicious?" Jinghe held the cup in his hand, his eyes lit up, and he asked excitedly, "What is that?" ”

"Hehe, the secret of heaven must not be revealed," He Xiaoqiao threw a wink at her and sold a small pass, "Don't worry, you will know at night." ”

It is estimated that He Xiaoqiao can't ask an answer here, so Jinghe has no choice but to suppress his curiosity and obediently wait for the night to come.

As night falls, the rectangular stove in the corner, which has just been built for less than two days, comes into play.

The brick stove is about more than one meter long, there is a half-meter-long iron plate on the stove, the stove is open on the side, leaving only a small firewood inlet, Cai Lian and Suo'er are crowded together to burn the fire, He Xiaoqiao is tied to an apron, and stands in front of the simple frying plate stove with a flat shovel.

Today's weather is good, even at night, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, the lanterns are raised in the early morning, and the courtyard is brightly lit by candlelight.

The sweet potato flour made at noon has been cut and hung on the bamboo poles, and the strings are like hanging curtains, which are particularly eye-catching.

The stove was hot, a few pieces of fat on the iron plate were bubbling with oil, and on the other side of the long stove, opposite He Xiaoqiao, there were all kinds of cooked fresh ingredients on the table put together by two square tables, and several people sat in a row after the ingredients were played.

In addition to Jiang Fenghao and Jinghe, Liu Yidao, Chat Butler and Hong Fangbai are guests. Originally, He Xiaoqiao also asked people to call Leng Qianshan, but later heard that he was on a mission and no one was in the house, so he stopped thinking about it, and instead called Ying Tong over to join in the fun, so happy that the half-sized son almost couldn't close his mouth.

There is no distinction between master and servant in Fengzhu Yayuan, so Hong Fang and the others never felt that there was anything wrong with eating at the same table with Jiang Fenghao - anyway, when they ran around with the boss before, everyone was huddled together to eat and sleep together, and they had long been used to it.

"Aunt Seventeen, what are you going to do here?"

Although it can be seen that it is making new food, Jinghe has never seen something fried like this with just a large iron plate, and it feels quite fresh.

"It's called teppanyaki, and it's similar to the barbecue you've had before." Seeing that the oil on the iron plate had melted, He Xiaoqiao swept the oil residue aside, and selected some pickled pork chops from the table, holding two strange-looking thin shovels in his hands and began to turn them quickly, heating the pork in the largest area, and also preventing the meat slices from sticking to the pot.

Originally, it was best to use beef to eat teppanyaki, but the beef here is a little expensive, and the black pepper that is not accompanied by beef, so it is more cost-effective to choose pork, which is not only delicious but also full.

The subordinates were very busy, and their mouths were not idle to continue to explain to Jing He, "The focus of barbecue is 'grilling', while teppanyaki is focusing on 'burning', the taste of the two is still very different, and the taste of the cooked dishes is relatively strong." ”

Saying that, the first two pieces of pork chops were already fried to golden brown on both sides, and everyone sitting at the table saw He Xiaoqiao's two thin shovels flying from side to side, and after a few clicks, they had already cut the pork chops into pieces of meat of about the same size, took the mixed viscous juice and poured it on it, and sent them to the plates of Liu Yidao and Liao, the oldest people on the table.

This series of actions was neat and clean, and everyone praised it.

In the past, in order to eat, she deliberately asked for leave to work part-time in the most famous teppanyaki shop in the city, and tried her best to get close to the master in the store, and finally forced people to have no choice, so she followed the elementary school, and now there is no strangeness and disobedience with a shovel in her hand.

"Uncle Liu, Steward Liao, try this meat steak to see if it suits your appetite." Ignoring Jiang Fenghao's complaining look when he raised the plate, He Xiaoqiao turned over the remaining pork chops one by one and explained, "I put some juice in it, it may taste a little sour." ”

Liu Yidao and Steward Liao didn't think about it so much, they just felt that the pork chop was juicy, sweet and sour, salty and refreshing, they glanced at each other, and then they both laughed, "It's not sour, it's not sour, it's just right." ”

As he spoke, he began to eat meat with chopsticks again - because it was too troublesome to take knives and forks, everyone felt unaccustomed to it, so He Xiaoqiao didn't take out the Western-style restaurant eater.

According to the previous method, the fried pork chops were cut into pieces and poured with sauce, and distributed to Jiang Fenghao and a few others, and as soon as his hand stretched, the fish meat cut into large pieces and the fresh shrimp with the head peeled off and sliced into pieces were spread on the iron plate.

The marinated fish is grilled until the skin is fragrant and the meat is cooked, and a few drops of lemon juice are squeezed on the fish, which can not only remove the smell but also enhance the flavor. In his previous life, He Xiaoqiao would order this every time he went to eat teppanyaki, but now he makes it himself, and there is an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

It's a pity that there is no squid, otherwise the sizzling squid alone can make everyone so fragrant that they can't even swallow their tongues.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the brightly lit courtyard was filled with the aroma of all kinds of food, and the white smoke that kept drifting out carried a distinctive deliciousness, which hooked a group of patrolling guards under the wall and kept swallowing.

He Xiaoqiao was so busy that he was sweating profusely, but he always had an excited smile on his face, like a famous chef wearing a high hat, his two shovels were waving non-stop, and the pork chops, fish, shrimp and fried rice were sent to everyone's plates all the time.

Jinghe ate vigorously, poked a piece of fish meat with chopsticks in his hand, and began to cry out for a fried egg in his mouth again, He Xiaoqiao just responded, Jiang Fenghao, who was waiting for the eggplant to be burned, had already shot several warning eye knives at his ignorant niece, forcing her to swallow the matter of 'ordering' back into her stomach.

Love to joke! He actually dared to ask him to eat something else, didn't he see that his daughter-in-law was already tired and sweating in the cold?

was stared at by Jiang Fenghao, Jinghe had no choice but to take it back and want a fried egg, while Liu Yidao and Liao Steward on the other side probably drank too much, both of them were blowing nonsense in the sky and the earth over there with a big red face, Hong Fang was busy stuffing meat into his mouth to eat, while planning when to let his future daughter-in-law Yinhua come over to learn to make this teppanyaki with He Xiaoqiao, Bai Shou was eating a doughnut while peeking at Jinghe, who was a few meters away from him, his eyebrows were furrowed, but his handsome face was dyed slightly red, I don't know what I'm thinking.

It was March, the snow had already begun to melt, and the snow was forming all kinds of ice flowers in the corners and under the eaves, and the cold wind blew in the yard from time to time, but because there was a stove for making teppanyaki, everyone didn't feel how cold it was, and they began to sweat a little after drinking too much wine.

From just now to now, He Xiaoqiao has not stopped to eat, Jiang Fenghao called her a few times, seeing that she just didn't raise her head and responded a few times without taking any action, he simply took the food himself and sent it to her mouth, happily continuing his favorite feeding action.

Everyone has long been accustomed to the greasy appearance of the two of them, and when they saw this, they just smiled knowingly and continued their business, Ying Tong simply took the plate to the side of the courtyard gate and pretended that he did not exist by the way, only Cailian and Suo'er kept squeezing their eyebrows and making eyes on the side, and passed on all kinds of ambiguous information, but they also looked embarrassed to He Xiaoqiao, who was originally cheeky.

"Lady," Seeing that she wanted to get tofu again, Jiang Fenghao frowned, and grabbed her hand involuntarily, "You are also tired, take a rest first, and let Cailian do the rest." ”

Before He Xiaoqiao could speak, Cai Lian had already happily responded, reached out and took the shovel in her hand, rubbed each other a few times, and made a not-so-sharp metal impact sound, "The prince is right, Miss, you can go and rest for a while, this thing slave has been watching for a while and knows what to do." ”

Cailian has been by her side for a long time, and she is quite talented in cooking, she said that she was sure, He Xiaoqiao believed it, and said with a smile, "Okay, I will hand over this heavy responsibility to you, and let me see what you have learned." ”

"Aunt Seventeen, then I'll try it too!" Jinghe's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he immediately raised his hand and recommended himself.

"Whatever you try, even if you try your rotten cooking skills, it's a waste of food." Jiang Fenghao snorted, complained unceremoniously, and then made a final word, "You will have to make a mess until everyone is full, and now you are not allowed to touch anything!" ”

He didn't want his wife to eat the dark dishes she made, and he didn't even think about such a dangerous thing that his safety was not guaranteed!

Jinghe pouted and muttered a few words, but she didn't dare to resist her murderous Uncle Seventeen in person, so she had to wait for everyone to finish eating quickly, so as to give her a chance to show herself.

"Brother and Sister ......"

He Xiaoqiao was eating fried fish, and suddenly there was a miserable voice with an elongated tail behind him, and when he came back to his senses, a zombie-like figure had appeared out of thin air in the open space around him.

With his messy hair, his big pale face, his drooping eyes, and a deep blue under his eyes, and the candlelight that suddenly flickered and flickered, he was like a good brother who came out to forage for food in the middle of July.

Hell!

He Xiaoqiao, who was defenseless, shook his body, reflexively smashed the fish in his hand, and then jumped back into Jiang Fenghao's arms with a snort, his face turned green with fright.