Farmers' group pet: the blessings of powerful ministers are soft and deceitful

Chapter 131 And wait a little longer
Steward Zhang is suspicious, and it's okay to talk about some individual variables.

But it happens that the little girl can't speak.

It's okay if you don't make any mistakes at that time, but if you really cause trouble because of this, then it's better to be ordinary.

Shen Chenlan saw that Steward Zhang was still unable to make up his mind, and guessed that he would have to think about it again, so he suggested: "There is still some time left for this matter, and there is no righteousness in business, so Steward Zhang can go back and report it later. , let’s make a decision, why don’t we go and have a look at the oven at home now?”

Butler Zhang nodded.

Surprised that at such a young age, Shen Shulang has such a broad mind, and his gestures are all indifferent.

It seems that whether the business of ten taels of silver can be done or not is no different from his opinion.

If an ordinary person heard him ask for ten taels of silver, among other things, he would try his best to make the deal go through.

Now, judging by the attitude of the Jiang family, he is the one who seems anxious.

But he really had to tell his wife about it before making any plans.

Thinking of this, he felt relieved, so he followed the young couple and went out to look at the oven.

Fenniang briefly explained the structure and function of the oven to him.

Now that Shen Shulang said it again, he could easily understand it.

After finishing speaking, Shen Shuying looked up at the sky, then looked back at the little girl, and said, "Why don't you make roast ribs for Butler Zhang? There are some pork ribs at home."

Butler Zhang came here on a rare occasion, and he really wanted to taste the dim sum and roast chicken that Fenniang had said were so miraculous.

But today was not a coincidence. When we arrived, the Jiang family had gone out to plant rice seedlings.

Naturally, nothing was prepared at home.

So he looked over with full expectation.

Jiang Ning looked at Mr. Zhang first, and then turned to look at Butler Zhang.

I don't know if I read it wrong, but she seemed to see a trace of longing in Zhang Butler's eyes.

So she nodded.

He had just walked two steps towards the stove house, then stopped again, and gestured to the husband.

Shen Chenlan understood, and then said to Butler Zhang: "Make another purple potato golden ball?"

"Okay." Butler Zhang responded.

So next, Jiang Ning started to work on his workbench.

First take a few pieces of pork ribs out of the frozen cellar, wash them with clean water, and then marinate them with sauce.

Next, clean the purple potatoes and put them in a pot for steaming.

Taking advantage of the waiting time, I went to knead the noodles again.

Steward Zhang is not a talkative person, and Shen Chenlan doesn't need to entertain, just say a few words from time to time, so as not to make the place cold.

When Jiang Ning was preparing, he went to light the earthen oven by himself first. He had to heat up the oven first, and then bake things quickly.

After about a quarter of an hour, the stove heated up and the pork ribs were marinated. Jiang Ning put on his gloves, put the pork ribs in a baking tray and put them in.

Looking at this series of operations, Steward Zhang found it novel and interesting.

At the beginning, I didn't smell it, so I thought it was nothing more than that.

But slowly, the soil oven began to work, and the barbecue inside began to emit bursts of meaty aroma.

Mixed with the smell of natural charcoal, there is an unexpected fragrance.

Steward Zhang's stomach growled uncontrollably.

After Shen Chenlan heard it, she was stunned for a moment, then turned to him and said, "Wait a little longer, this pork ribs will take a little longer to roast."

Steward Zhang is considered a prestigious status in the Zhang Mansion, and he is strict and restrained on weekdays. Such a situation has never happened before.

Even if there was, no one dared to bring it up to him, they would just pretend not to hear it.

So at this moment, when Shen Shulang mentioned this to him face to face, Zhang Butler's old face was a little red because of the trouble.

(End of this chapter)