The charming girl of the farm gate of crossing

Chapter 1187 Try to be a food stall
Food has a natural magic power that can drive away all bad emotions.

The moment the oven was turned on, the sweet and fragrant smell filled the entire kitchen. He Xiner fanned her nostrils lightly, full of a sense of accomplishment, and her mood soared.

The fragrant and bright yellow cake amazed Cao Shi. Before she could think of the right words to express her feelings at this time, she was stunned by He Xiner's understatement.

"Dabai has been working really hard recently, let him eat the first pot first."

"Bah."

Cao Shi heard the sound of her jaw dropping to the ground.

The second girl's dog is really precious. It eats meat and bones from time to time, chicken and rabbit meat all the time. That's all. .

It should be rewarded with some meat.

After all, if you raise them stronger, you can hunt more game for your family, right?

But, but this, this sweet cake, feed the dog?

Cao Shi suspected that she was hallucinating.

He Xiner hummed a little song happily, preparing to bake the second pot of cake.

"Hey, the oven is hot, this pot will be ready soon, let's wait for this pot to be ready, let's take it to Xikuan courtyard together."

Mrs. Cao finally came back to her senses, and hurriedly replied, "Listen to the second girl."

She has accepted the different Dabai, the brave and capable Dabai, and she is a big dog who loves to eat cakes.

But, it's not easy to tell the second lady to wait, but to ask a dog to eat first.

The second girl is still very measured.

"Hey, with my cousin's little greedy cat staring at me like a tiger, how can my ancestor know how to eat safely, so I have to make him wait a little longer~"

Cao's...

She couldn't understand what the second girl was thinking.

It's better to hurry up and follow the second girl to learn how to make fried dough sticks.

When it comes to food, Mrs. Cao admires the pretty little girl in front of her from the bottom of her heart. It is said that she came up with all kinds of food in Lao Ye's family.

The second girl really has an exquisite heart~
He Xiner didn't know that the humble and obedient woman in front of her was praising her from the bottom of her heart.

Both the master and the servant were in a good mood, happily discussing their experience in making food, and the work in hand was not delayed.

Soon, the second pot of cakes was freshly baked, and He Xiner personally brought two large portions of eggs to the workers, and naturally her Dabai ancestor.

When the third pot of cakes came out, Mrs. Cao had also successfully fried a pot of deep-fried dough sticks, each about the size of a palm, beautifully golden in color, hot and fragrant, and Mrs. Cao was so delighted that she could not close her mouth from ear to ear.

"The old slave learned a unique skill from the second girl again."

"It's not a unique skill, it's just a snack that doesn't have many knacks."

He Xiner smiled, and looked at her thoughtfully.

"If Aunt Cao wants to leave in the future, she can try to set up a food stall."

Cao's eyes lit up, then they became sad.

The second girl had good intentions, but she was not blessed to accept it.

Not to mention whether she will be oppressed as a lonely woman who shows her face to make a living, but only a few brothers and sisters-in-law in her family, if they know that she has unique cooking skills, they will definitely try to force her to hand it over.

She is a weak woman, how can she be against a group of wolves and leopards?
The second girl's food recipe, she doesn't want to give it to those people for nothing.

In Lao Ye's house, life is stable, there is no shortage of food, and the living room is spacious, she is very content.

The kitchen suddenly fell silent, except for the sizzling sound of the fried dough sticks tumbling in the oil pan.

He Xiner, who was cutting the cake lightly, was a little puzzled. When she looked up, she saw Cao Shi was in a trance, so she didn't bother her.

The cake was cut into triangles and placed on a beautiful pure white porcelain plate with gilt borders; I also took a delicate and small bamboo dustpan and filled it with more than a dozen freshly baked fried dough sticks.

He Xiner carried one in each hand and went to the upper room.

(End of this chapter)