Miss arrogant straw bag

Chapter 797 is more important

On New Year's Eve, Rong Muting stared angrily at the rice cake brought up and asked angrily, "What does this mean?"

Why do rice cakes only have five layers?
It has always been made of nine-layer rice cakes, which has a good meaning.

"Master, Master Gao doesn't have enough time to do it." The servant replied tremblingly.

"What do you mean there is not enough time? Isn't there enough time every year?" Rong Muting scolded angrily.

This master Gao has the best craftsmanship, and he makes the most varieties of rice cakes, so naturally it takes the most effort.

For the freshness of the rice cakes, they are only made on New Year's Eve, and only a nine-layer rice cake will be made for him.

"Besides, what time is it?" Rong Muting scolded angrily, "It's not even noon, why did you send the rice cake here?"

Every time it was delivered towards the evening, it happened to be a freshly baked nine-layer rice cake.

"Master, this, this is because..." The servant hesitated and didn't know what to say.

"Say!" Rong Muting slapped the table angrily.

"Master Gao took the young master's order. This rice cake was made only after Master Gao got up in the middle of the night." The servants tried their best to tell the difficulties of Master Gao.

However, after hearing what the servant said, Rong Muting's face became even more ugly.

Master Gao actually regarded his list as irrelevant.

Who doesn't know that the more layers of rice cakes the better, nine layers is the best.

And time is also very important. In the evening, just in time for the New Year's Eve dinner, it is a good sign even if you don't eat it.

The freshest rice cakes must be made in the evening, not only the taste will be bad if it is too early, but most importantly, it is a representative of status.

Ordinary people just buy some rice cakes casually, so naturally they don't care about the number of layers. For ordinary people, three layers are enough.

The nine-layer rice cake has always been exclusive to him.

"In other words, Rong Linxiao is more important than me?" Rong Muting gritted his teeth and squeezed out words word by word.

Hearing this, the servant's hair stood on end, and he kept lowering his head, wishing to find a crack in the ground to get in, he really couldn't bear the master's anger.

"Okay, okay, it's just a rice cake. Don't be angry with the younger generation if it's the New Year's Eve." The First Elder hurriedly smoothed things over, signaling the servants to go down first with his eyes.

The servants hurriedly retreated, as if fleeing for their lives.

"Do you want a rice cake?" The elder looked at Rong Muting, who was out of breath, amusedly, "You still need to worry about Rong Linxiao? That's your son, and you still care about eating?"

"Why do you eat or not? He doesn't pay attention to me at all!" Rong Muting scolded angrily, "He actually argues with me about this, does he have my father in his eyes?"

"Okay, you don't like to eat this kind of food either." The second elder also came over to persuade him.

"I don't like it, but Hongzhi and Nian Ting like it." Rong Muting said with a frown, "every year there are nine floors, now it's five floors, how can they eat?"

"It's just that four floors are missing." The Great Elder smiled, feeling that Rong Muting's request was a bit too strict, "Their mother and daughter can't eat nine floors, isn't it always left over?"

"It's different." Rong Muting said with a frown, "Master Gao's rice cakes have different flavors per layer."

"It's okay, Brother Mu." Liu Hongzhi walked in from the outside, and said with a light smile, "Also, don't make trouble with the evil emperor over this."

(End of this chapter)