Mozun boss is working as an aunt in farming

Chapter 50
Zhao was a little innocent: "I let it go, auntie." It's just not much.

"Forget it, I don't want to eat it, take it all down and feed it to the tiger." Si Qing said with a small face.

When Qiongqi, who had just returned from hunting in the mountains, immediately ran into the house happily, raised his head and whined twice at Si Qing.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zhao knew that Si Qing disliked her craftsmanship, so she lowered her head a little ashamedly.

Thinking of Wu's cooking skills, I have to say that Wu's cooking skills can't be surpassed by anyone in ten miles and eight villages.

It seems normal for my aunt to despise her for her inability to do well?
After all, Wu's cooking is really delicious.

But now that Mrs. Wu is not around, and what she cooks is not to my aunt's taste, it's not good to make my aunt hungry, right?
If my mother-in-law and father-in-law knew about this, wouldn't she be scolded to death?

When my father-in-law arranged for her to cook for my aunt yesterday, my mother-in-law was a little worried, fearing that the taste of what she cooked would not be good, but it was her guarantee that she would definitely be able to cook well, which made her mother-in-law agree.

She originally wanted to show her face in front of her aunt by cooking, so that her aunt would know that she was there, but now that her aunt did know, I'm afraid the impression would not be very good!

Mrs. Zhao was a little frustrated, but she still tried her best to save her image, and said with a smile:
"It's my poor craftsmanship. Don't be angry, aunt. I'll make you some egg water to drink. Don't starve."

"Go." Si Qing waved his little hand boredly.

Mrs. Zhao quickly ran to make egg water for her.

The tiger was excitedly waiting for Mrs. Zhao to feed it, but Mrs. Zhao ran away?

It suddenly became a little dissatisfied, and whined twice at Si Qing, then chased to the door and looked at the direction where Zhao Shi left, grinning.

"Okay, come and eat if you want to eat, don't scare people casually." Si Qing put the food on the table on the ground sullenly.

At this moment, Si Qing really regretted letting Mrs. Wu go to the county seat.

I don't know, Yibi was taken aback, she had been eating Wu's food, she thought that the food should taste like this, but when she ate Zhao's today, the difference immediately appeared.

Unfortunately, it was too late to regret.

The tiger didn't know Si Qing's troubles, and he was even more happy to see his master eating, so he ate up all the food.

After eating, he licked his mouth unsatisfied, as if he didn't notice the difference in taste at all.

Mrs. Zhao quickly brought over the egg water, and Si Qing drank a bowl of egg water, counting it as breakfast, and sent Mrs. Zhao away.

"Why is there such a big difference in cooking between people?" Si Qing sat at the table annoyed, a little depressed.

She didn't know when Mrs. Wu would come back, she didn't want to ask Mrs. Zhao to cook again in the afternoon.

in the county.

Si Shanhe was carrying a pannier, which contained venison.

He looked a little nervous, and turned his head to look at his back basket from time to time, for fear that the meat inside would be stolen.

He only realized how precious venison is after listening to Wu's popularization last night.

The venison in the basket might sell for dozens of taels of silver!
He has been digging in the fields for so many years, and the most silver he saw was the five taels of silver that his ancestors paid for him when he bought him back from his master's house.

Now he is carrying dozens of taels of silver on his back, can he not be nervous?
If it wasn't for Wu's obstruction, he would have hugged the basket in his arms.

Wu Shi followed him, saw him keep turning his head to look at the basket, and said in a low voice: "Master, I'm here, don't be so deliberate, and be watched carefully."

"Oh, oh, that's right, then watch carefully from the side." Si Shanhe nodded repeatedly, but still couldn't help but want to look back at the basket.

(End of this chapter)