Qingchuan promotion rules in the backyard

Chapter 1127 Rewards
"Are you sure?" Eighth Master laughed again.

Mao Tongtong pursed his lips and said with determination: "I'm sure! Just at night! Exercise for half an hour every day!"

Ba Ye smiled and said nothing.

"Sir, don't laugh!" Mao Tongtong stared.

She knew that Ba Ye didn't believe in her determination.After all, she is a person who has to be supervised by Ba Ye when she takes a walk after dinner.This will swear that he will exercise, and he will spend half an hour every day.It sounds like a joke no matter what.

"Okay, okay, I don't laugh." Eighth Master managed to hold back, "Then it starts tomorrow?"

Mao Tongtong thought about it seriously, and hesitated: "How about we start after we return home?"

Eighth Master suddenly laughed again.

"Then, what, you have to give me two days to buffer!" Mao Tongtong said with a blushing face.

"Yeah, what Tongtong said makes sense." Eighth Master nodded quickly, and couldn't help asking, "By the way, when will Tongtong's rewards won today be cashed out?"

"Huh?" Mao Tongtong was stunned.

Ba Ye still said to himself: "Look at your sore back, I'm afraid you won't be able to fulfill it tonight."

"What! This is not the reward I won!" Mao Tongtong said speechlessly.

"It's not what?" Eighth Master laughed.

"Anyway, it's not what I said!" Mao Tongtong stomped his feet.

"Then Tongtong, tell me, what reward do you want?" Ba Ye whispered: "You have not honored this reward, which made me feel uneasy."

"Master, you promised, if I win, just listen to me." Mao Tongtong laughed.

"Well, it's my father who agreed." Eighth Master nodded.He already had a bad illusion, but his words had been spoken, and he could no longer go back on his word.

"I want to eat the dishes made by my grandfather." Mao Tongtong said.

"Ah?" The corner of Ba Ye's mouth twitched, and said: "Well, the gentleman is far away from the kitchen, and besides, Lord..."

Before Ba Ye finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mao Tongtong: "But I promise to listen to me!"

"Tongtong, aren't you embarrassing Master?" Eighth Master said helplessly.

He grew up being served by others since he was a child, so how could he know how to cook.Isn't it difficult to ask him to cook?Knowing how to dig wild vegetables and being able to make wild vegetables are two different things!
"There is nothing difficult in the world if you put your heart into it." Mao Tongtong blinked his eyes.

"Tong Tong, are you sure you want to eat the dishes made by Master?" Eighth Master smiled wryly.

"Actually, I don't ask too much." Mao Tongtong put away his playful expression, and said very seriously: "Even if it's just a bowl of plain porridge. I just, I just want to eat something made by my own hands."

She didn't know why she had such an idea all of a sudden.

For modern men, cooking is not a difficult task.Not to mention anything else, cooking instant noodles, scrambled egg rice, cooking porridge or soup is still simple.But for ancient men, this is difficult!
From the royal family and nobles to ordinary farmers, men seem to be insulated from the kitchen.What everyone believes in is that the male dominates the outside and the female dominates the inside.So it's not easy to eat a meal cooked by your own man.

But it was because it was not easy that Mao Tongtong thought so.

Recalling that she and Ba Ye have been together for ten years, she didn't even eat the dishes made by Ba Ye, she didn't even have a sip of the tea made by Ba Ye himself!

Seeing Mao Tongtong's expectant eyes, Ba Ye was suddenly speechless.

He actually couldn't understand why Mao Tongtong would make such a request, but at this moment he couldn't say no to it.

"Okay, I will do it." Eighth Master finally nodded.

"Master, did you really agree?" Mao Tongtong opened his eyes wide in surprise.

When she first opened her mouth, she didn't think carefully, but just relied on a thought in her heart.But after being asked by the eighth master, she didn't have such high hopes in her heart, and even thought about what other punishment she would have if the eighth master really refused.

Unexpectedly, Eighth Master actually agreed.

"Or, tomorrow morning, I'll cook the porridge." Ba Ye also said seriously: "I think about it, maybe this is the easiest one. As long as you watch the fire, it should be almost the same."

"I don't ask for too much, just plain porridge!" Mao Tongtong said happily.

"Okay." Eighth Master smiled and held her hand, and said, "Then let's see Master's craftsmanship tomorrow."

On the second day, Eighth Master really got up early and went to the kitchen, which surprised the servants in the kitchen!
When they heard that Master Ba was here to cook porridge, all the servants in the kitchen looked strange.

"The porridge this morning hasn't been cooked yet?" Eighth Master looked around and said, "Which one of you is the best at cooking porridge, come and teach God!"

Everyone looked at each other, but no one stepped forward.

Ba Ye couldn't help frowning, "Who is in charge?"

A eunuch who was about forty years old hurriedly laughed and said, "My lord, I'm a slave. Well, Xiao Anzi is the one who cooks the best porridge." He waved to Xiao Anzi.

Xiao Anzi was just a young eunuch in his early twenties.At this time, he took two steps forward with a worried face, and said: "Go back to the prince, the servants are usually responsible for cooking the porridge."

Although the kitchen on this Zhuangzi is not as sophisticated as that in the Wangfu, the division of labor is also very clear.Red table, white table, soup, porridge, cold dishes, hot dishes, etc., everyone has their own specialties.

Cooking porridge seems to be a very simple job, but it is not so easy to cook a pot of porridge to make the rice grains blossom and have a moderate degree of softness.

"Then come here!" Eighth Master waved his hand and said, "Tell Master, what should you pay attention to when you want to cook porridge, and how to do it?"

Only now did Xiao Anzi come back to his senses, realizing that Ba Ye really wanted to do it himself, he couldn't help but turn pale with fright.

"My lord wants to drink plain porridge, so this servant cooks it right now." He said hastily.

"Who asked you to cook it!" Eighth Master frowned, "I want to cook it myself! Start by choosing rice!"

Although Ba Ye has never cooked before, he eats a lot of delicious food on weekdays, so he still knows some common sense.For example, different rice is used to cook porridge, and the final taste and texture are different.

"Go!" The eunuch in charge gave Xiao Anzi a push.

"Oh!" Xiao Anzi staggered, hurriedly stabilized his figure, took a breath, and said, "My lord, what kind of porridge do you want to cook? White porridge, vegetable porridge, meat porridge, or..."

"Porridge!" Eighth Master interrupted him directly, lest he be rambling.

"As for white porridge, green rice has the best taste." Xiao Anzi hurriedly said.

Bijingmi Baye knew it.The output is not much, except for the royal family, the folks want to eat it and sell it at a high price.

Xiao Anzi scooped up a bowl of green japonica rice and handed it to Ba Ye to show him as he spoke, and then talked about the process of handling it.It needs to be washed several times, then how long does it need to be soaked first, how much water should be mixed with how many rice, how long should it be boiled, how long should it be stirred during the boiling process, and so on.

Ba Ye listened very carefully, followed the operation step by step, and asked a few questions from time to time.

(End of this chapter)