Five cubs at the beginning: the vicious stepmother turns over and becomes a group favorite

"No, if you trust me, master, I'll just watch it here."

Hearing that, just as Mu Daiyao was about to say something, she saw Yang Shi, who was facing away from her, quietly stretched out her hand behind her back and waved to her, signaling her not to speak.

The Patriarch of the Liu family didn't know about this scene, he frowned slightly, thought about it, and finally agreed to it because of Yang's face.

Then with a big wave of his hand, he called away all the servants in the kitchen, leaving a large space for Mu Daiyao and Yang Shi.

When everyone was gone, Mu Daiyao hesitated and said to Yang Shi: "Aunt Yang, I don't mean anything else, but even if it's you, I'm not very used to being looked at."

Yang nodded with a smile, so that Mu Daiyao didn't have to explain so much to herself.

"I know, you must be afraid that someone will steal your skills, right? It's okay, I promise not to peek, but you also know that if no one is around, the master will never let you cook this dish."

"That?"

Mu Daiyao didn't know what Yang meant when she said this, and she became a little dazed.

"You go in and cook your dishes with peace of mind. I'll just stand at the door. Will this affect you?"

Seeing that Mu Daiyao still didn't understand, Mrs. Yang spoke up.

"Aunt Yang, why did you speak for me? Is it just because of the pancake?"

Although Mu Daiyao was moved, she still wanted to ask clearly.

She didn't want to accept the other party's kindness for no reason, which made her feel a little uneasy.

"That's not all. I just think that Miss Mu, you look good, you don't look like the kind of person who commits crimes, and the ingredients are all here. I know something at least, and it's not so easy to be deceived."

Yang restrained the smile on her face, and then followed Mu Daiyao seriously.

"it is good."

Hearing what Yang Shi said, Mu Daiyao felt relieved a little, thinking that Yang Shi was the only one, and when the time came, he would take advantage of her not paying attention and add some of the old man into the dish.

Since it is to supplement nutrition, but also appetizing and easy to eat, the first thing Mu Daiyao thinks of is porridge.

But Mrs. Congee Liu must be tired of drinking, unless she can make tricks.

"Host, what kind of porridge do you want?"

"I'm afraid that it will collide with the type of porridge Mrs. Liu drank before, so the chances of winning will not be high."

Mu Daiyao frowned, and looked at the ingredients in front of her.

"Dried scallops, old hen, lard, and thousand-year-old ginseng, these four are enough."

Seeing that Mu Daiyao was undecided, the system made a timely suggestion.

"Listen to you."

These four ingredients are used to make porridge, which not only takes into account nutrition, but also tastes enough.

But Mu Daiyao's eyes fell on the white radish on the wooden frame, and an idea popped up.

"System, I need sour radish, can you give me the recipe?"

Hearing Mu Daiyao's question, the system said in disbelief: "How can there be such a common recipe?"

The recipe in Mu Daiyao's mind also seemed to understand what they said, and it lit up in protest.

"Then if I want to pickle this white radish into sour radish, I guess the recipe can't be done?"

Seeing the reaction to the recipe, Mu Daiyao had an idea and changed the way of asking.

Sure enough, the recipe book was opened immediately, and a white jade porcelain bottle was thrown out by the recipe book, and it landed in Mu Daiyao's hand.

Because the menu was thrown too hard, the white jade porcelain bottle almost fell off the stage.

Mu Daiyao was so frightened that she reached out her hand to grab it in a hurry, and bumped into other things that crackled into a mess.

This big movement made Yang feel a little strange, but she still didn't turn her head, but kept her back to Mu Daiyao and asked, "What's the matter, what happened?"

Mu Daiyao quickly found an excuse to prevaricate.

"It's okay, it's okay, my hands are a little slippery, and I almost dropped the white radish."

Hearing this, Yang didn't ask any more questions, but continued to sit by the door, humming a little tune.

"System, what is this?"

Seeing that Mrs. Yang didn't ask any more questions, Mu Daiyao had the time to explore.

"The recipe's special sauce, put a few drops into the white radish, and it can produce the effect of the sour radish that the host wants."

The system explained, and Mu Daiyao's eyes lit up suddenly.

And such a good thing, she really didn't expect it.

Here, after Mu Daiyao got the seasonings she needed, she also started cooking them in full swing.

After the cleaned old hen is stewed with tonic, it is hung up, and a small bowl is placed directly below it.

Firewood was burned in the stove, and the heat was used to force out the essence of the old hen, which dripped into the small bowl.

Wash the rice here and put it aside for later use.

After the white radish was cooked, Mu Daiyao deftly cut it into small pieces and put them in a large bowl.

When Mrs. Yang was not paying attention, Mu Daiyao took out the small white jade porcelain bottle and quickly poured a few drops into it.

In the next second, the unique fragrance of sour radish came out.

Mu Daiyao is not sure if Mrs. Liu is used to eating or not, but she has Mrs. Yang around, so she can naturally ask her first.

"Aunt Yang, how about the taste of sour radish?"

"I'll try."

Yang Shi turned around when she heard the sound, and happened to meet Mu Daiyao holding a piece of sour radish to her mouth, she was not polite, and directly bit it off.

The sour radish is sour and crispy, with a hint of spiciness at the end, which makes people twitch their index fingers, wishing to have a big bowl of white rice to match it.

"Is it delicious, Aunt Yang?"

Mu Daiyao saw that Yang was very satisfied with the meal, and even squinted her eyes slightly, she knew it was all right, but she still asked one more question for peace of mind.

"Delicious! Is there any more? Give me another piece!"

"I don't know if Mrs. Liu is used to this kind of taste, hey."

Seeing this, Mu Daiyao quickly took the opportunity to ask, and waited nervously for Yang's answer.

"I'm used to it. Ma'am, she likes spicy food. This kind of spicy food is nothing to her."

Yang didn't hide anything, and directly told Mu Daiyao about Mrs. Liu's preferences, and even kindly told her that she could add some chili peppers to the sour radish.

"Now Mrs. Liu's stomach probably can't stand too spicy food, just a little bit spicy for Mrs. Liu to enjoy."

However, Mu Daiyao shook her head in disapproval. She felt that Mrs. Liu's current physical condition should be the main consideration.

"What you said is also reasonable, so let's follow what you said."

Yang thought about it, and felt that Mu Daiyao was more considerate.

"When the porridge is cooked, add sour radish, which is both appetizing and nutritious."

"Old hen porridge? I'm afraid it's not nutritious enough."

Hearing what Mu Daiyao said, Yang looked at the hanging old hen, shook his head, and said with some regret.

Some people have made old hen porridge before, but Mrs. Liu spit it out, and it has no effect at all.