Chapter 175 (1/2)

The Feast li hua bai 31900K 2022-07-24

”Let me tell you something, wennuan. The prince is so greedy that he still wants to come to our house for the new year. Hum! Is that the new year? He's ready to eat everywhere... Eh? The lotus cake is fried? I'll have a try.”

In the small kitchen of chunfengyuan, there was a busy scene at this time. Even Su wennuan was wearing only a pink jacket and yellow cotton padded pants. Wearing an apron, he was putting many ribs into the adjusted New Year cake noodles. Duan Tingxuan, who was dressed in beautiful white, stood beside her and felt uncoordinated. But the guy who was determined to steal food didn't have this consciousness at all. He stubbornly nailed it in place on the grounds of relieving his wife's boredom. Until a pot of lotus cakes came out from Xue's daughter-in-law, the little Marquis roared and jumped over like lightning. He also copied a big white plate on the road. Soon, dozens of lotus cakes were placed in the plate, all piled up with tips.

The lotus crisp that had just come out of the pot was half gone in the twinkling of an eye. The Xue's daughter-in-law was stunned and watched the little Marquis return to Su wennuan happily. She sighed and said to the scallion flowers: ”prepare to fry the next pot.”

”Hehe, I'm really worthy of practicing martial arts. It's really a matter of seeing and hearing. My small kitchen is really not small. Forgive me, I can see everything in the kitchen. You've planned which way you can easily get tools. What else do you say to relieve my boredom? I think you're just trying to facilitate the crime.”

Su wennuan really couldn't help it. While pulling the ribs, he said sarcasm. After just two words, the young Marquis had three lotus crisps. The goods pretended not to hear his wife's sarcasm, nodded and praised: ”The lotus crisp shape is really exquisite. It's even more rare that it's crisp and sweet. It melts at the entrance, but it doesn't seem greasy and delicious. The old lady must like it.”

Su wennuan rolled his eyes. Seeing that the ribs were almost ready, he cooked the ribs rolled with a thick layer of rice cake noodles in the oil. Duan Tingxuan here also forgot his ”mission”. Looking at the golden rice cake ribs in the oil, he swallowed his saliva and asked, ”is this what you call the ribs rice cake? It's delicious. I can't wait to have a taste.”

”You can taste it if you're not afraid of scalding.” Su wennuan snorted coldly. Sure enough, he calmed down the little Marquis who ate insects and said with a smile: ”No, that... I'll eat lotus cake first. After that, the spare ribs rice cake will be cold. I can eat it. By the way, the crown prince is coming to our house for the new year. I think it's not good. How can he eat? It's also the crown prince's identity. If I don't eat enough, I can't cook food for him in the kitchen all day. Isn't it bad for the new year? So I risk offending him too much for my husband I'm serious about the risk of the son... Eh? That's good? Well, it looks very hot. It seems that I really can't talk now... ”

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”My aunt is still busy this year. No wonder people say that those who can do more work. Just keep busy and pay attention to your body.”

When she came out of the small mansion where she handled the affairs in the house, several women outside were busy and flattered. Aunt Jing nodded at Zhuxiu and said with a gentle smile: ”I know you work hard at the root of your life, but the more this happens, the more likely you are to have accidents. When you are on duty, you should be more serious and have as much fun as you like when you go back. As long as there is no accident, let the old ladies have a good year. I will ask for your work after the new year, and I will reward you for your hard work these days.”

Several women were so happy that they couldn't close their mouths that they even said in a loud voice: ”we're ashamed of what my aunt said. We should have been serious and responsible during this rotation. It's our duty to do well, and it's our fault to do well. How dare we take credit for it?”