The sound is like the person.

The girl in front of her is not as glamorous as most of the women in the north of the Liang, but she is the elegant and gentle type of the women in the south of the Great Jin Dynasty.

White skin, bright almond eyes, goose egg face.

and Jiang Wancheng, to a bit similar.

It's just that Jiang Wancheng is a modern soul that has crossed over, so she is a little more generous, and the original body has a trace of the temperament of being born in a famous family, so it is very different from Zhao Jingmo.

Sister Ya'er replied innocently: "My name is Sister Ya'er." Your name is so nice. ”

Jiang Wancheng knows that Jingmo is a traditional Chinese medicine that has a miraculous effect on hemostasis.

This name is used on a woman, and it really sounds good.

Zhao Jingmo stared at the little girl in front of him and smiled lightly: "Your name is also good." I heard that you have a sister? ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she looked up and saw Jiang Wancheng who was already walking out of the stove room unhurriedly.

As soon as he saw her, Zhao Jingmo was already shocked in his heart: this little girl is really a stunning and good look!

Just like the beauties described in the books she reads: like floating clouds, like a dragon. The face is like clotted fat, and the eyes are like paint.

Although she is wearing a winter jacket, it is difficult to hide her graceful and willow-like figure.

Emei swept lightly, and the red lips were lightly tapped.

is obviously dignified and elegant, with gestures, but he is upright and generous.

At first glance, it was clear that she was definitely not a real village girl in the countryside, but she appeared in her village.

It's really out of place here.

When Zhao Jingmo looked at Jiang Wancheng and was amazed by her appearance and temperament, Jiang Wancheng was also looking at Zhao Jingmo.

Both are curious about each other, but at the same time they discover that they are not hostile to each other.

For a moment, both of them had a crush on each other.

Zhao Jingmo took the lead in saluting sideways: "Lady is well, my father is the uncle who led you here yesterday, do you still have an impression?" ”

Jiang Wancheng was quite surprised by her behavior, so she nodded and turned to the side and said, "I remember, Second Uncle Zhao." ”

Zhao Jingmo slowly pursed her lips and smiled when she heard her address to her father: "I'm bothered." Today I have been instructed by my grandmother to come and invite you to come and see you. I wonder when the girl will be free? ”

Her grandmother?

Isn't that Dr. Zhao's mother?

Jiang Wancheng remembered the bucket of small fish that Wen Chaoyan brought home when he rented this house.

Jiang Wancheng: "Even if the old lady wants to see the juniors, the juniors should go and meet them." I wonder when the old lady's lunch break will be? ”

It was afternoon.

Zhao Jingmo replied: "It's not a minute." ”

Jiang Wancheng: "Then the tired girl told the old lady that the younger generation Shen Shi went to visit her old man's house, I don't know if it is okay?" ”

Zhao Jingmo seemed to be very happy, and after setting a time with Jiang Wancheng, he left in small steps.

Because there is a foreign daughter, Wen Chaoyan and Feng Lao are in the house the whole time.

After the people walked away, Wen Chaoyan continued to come out to repair the dining pavilion.

Jiang Wancheng returned to the stove room, looked at the pile of things sent by several sisters-in-law in the corner, and then thought of the old lady of the Zhao family.

She rolled up her sleeves and was ready to go.

Jiang Wancheng's idea is to make some fried fruits, and then return them to these people as a favor, and also give them to the old lady as a door-to-door etiquette.

Although she could make more delicate snacks, there was no honey or abrasives at home, and those things were too delicate and flashy for the countrymen.

And according to her memories in the Zhuangzi in her previous life, if anyone's family has fried fruits, it is also very precious.

In this era, oil is precious, and flour is equally precious.

Whatever is eaten, it is extremely cherished.

Not to mention, not everyone can afford to use oil and flour to make such a snack at the same time.

It's the New Year's holidays, and ordinary people who don't have a family background don't dare.

If anyone gets a plate, they have to put it in the cupboard, and they will only take it out to drink and eat it when there are guests at home or important festivals.

Although Jiang Wancheng was reluctant, she was set up by favors, they had just arrived, and there was nothing else to do for the time being.

Mix the dough, knead the dough and form a dough.

In order to make them softer, Jiang Wancheng also deliberately layered some of them, and some put some puff pastries in them.

Jiang Wancheng made the fruits one by one, including small butterflies, small dumplings formed by rolling on the back of the basket, as well as small longevity peaches, small turtles, small fish, small twist flowers and so on.

The hot oil was put into the pot, and after a while, the fragrant smell wafted out of the stove.

Sister Ya'er ran in again, "Sister, Sister, I want to eat!" ”

Jiang Wancheng doted on her, and immediately picked up a small butterfly and put it aside, and coaxed: "Cool down for a while before eating?" ”

Sister Ya'er held the stove and waited obediently.

After a while, Sister Ya'er ran out happily with the little butterfly.

Jiang Wancheng fried dozens of them, and after scooping them all up, he re-filled the bottom of the pot.

The little vegetable oil at home is all used up today.

Fortunately, the oil that has been fried once can still be left to continue stir-frying.

In the era of scarcity of materials, we can't just pay attention to whether it is healthy or not, and eating is the king.

Jiang Wancheng put the fruits aside, thinking that Mrs. Zhao's teeth were not necessarily good, so she first picked up a plate and put it aside, and then covered it with a larger bowl.

This way, it won't become too hard and brittle, and it will be softer.

Jiang Wancheng was about to continue to say goodbye to lunch when Wen Chaoyan walked in with his hands behind his back.

Because she was cutting vegetables too seriously, she didn't notice that Wen Chaoyan, who was already very light, had come behind her.

"Sister Ya has snacks, can I also eat a bite?"

He suddenly made a sound, Jiang Wancheng not only screamed in fright, but his hand trembled, and the knife actually cut his finger.

Seeing this, Wen Chaoyan's face changed drastically, and he threw away the knife that snatched her hand, and grabbed her soft little hand in front of him.

Luckily, it only cut a little bit of her nails, but didn't really cut her flesh, and there was no bleeding.

Wen Chaoyan breathed a sigh of relief, looked down at Jiang Wancheng and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." ”

Jiang Wancheng was caught like this before she could see the situation of her fingers clearly.

Still, she didn't feel any pain.

Guess, there should be no big deal.

At this moment, she couldn't help blushing because her hand was so tightly grasped and held in her hand.

"Lang Jun, you ...... Release the ...... first"

She struggled for a moment, but Wen Chaoyan didn't let her go as easily as before.

The old Feng next door raised his voice and asked, "Cheng'er, but what happened?" ”

Wen Erlang was finally gone, and Feng Lao, who was in the exclusive room, was busy with his new gadgets for a while, so he couldn't take the time to take a look for himself, so he only raised his voice to ask.

Jiang Wancheng saw that Wen Chaoyan had no intention of letting go at all, and was afraid that the master would suddenly run over.

Jiang Wancheng's nervous heart was about to rise to her throat.

So he forced his trembling voice and hurriedly replied, "Master, no, it's okay." ”