Doctor Xianggong, the goddess of poisonous belly

Chapter 517 Burning wood or burning hands? (3)
Bingren didn't speak, and after a while, Qiao Xiaoyu asked cautiously: "Hero, can the little girl... continue to burn firewood and cook?"

"..." Bing Ren took a look at the red-burning hearth, and said impatiently, "Burn it, burn it."

"Thank you hero, thank you hero." Qiao Xiaoyu hurriedly blessed Bingren again and again, as if Bingren allowed her to cook firewood and cook food is something she should be happy about.

I saw Qiao Xiaoyu first scooped two large ladles of water from the water tank next to the stove and poured them into the small pot stewing on the stove, then scooped out several large spoonfuls of white rice from the rice tank in the corner, and put them in the wooden basin. She limped out of the kitchen with the wooden basin in her arms. When she came back to the kitchen, the wooden basin was wet and the rice in the basin was also wet. It could be seen that she had just gone to wash the rice.

Qiao Xiaoyu poured the washed rice into the pot filled with water, covered the pot, turned around and was about to find ingredients for the pot from the well-covered food table on the side, when he found that the ice blade was still in the kitchen.

Not only was Bingren still in the kitchen, but she was also sitting on the bench beside the dining table. Not only did she not intend to leave, but she seemed to be sitting here and watching her cook, which made Qiao Xiaoyu nervous again, be careful He asked eagerly, "Does the hero want to sit here? The smell of firewood smoke and the smell of cooking are very pungent. Hero...sit outside?"

Bingren gave Qiao Xiaoyu a blank look, and Qiao Xiaoyu didn't dare to ask any more questions immediately, but dared to say obediently: "Then... you sit down, hero, and the little girl continues to work."

There are not many ingredients in the kitchen, and after yesterday's winter warming, there are only a few eggs left today, a handful of wilted green onions, a small half bag of flour, two eggplants, and a few pieces of soaked in water. Tofu is just a pack of dried beef. I saw Qiao Xiaoyu skillfully peel off the wilted part of the onion, wash it, and then wash the eggplant, put it on the cutting board and cut it into pieces, and put it on the chopping board together with the onion. Put it in the dustpan aside, then take the air-dried beef and cut it into pieces, chop it up, chop the onion, and then take the wooden basin to stir the flour, stir it and sprinkle some salt into it.

Bing Ren stared at her work, and saw her sprinkle salt into the flour mud in the basin, so he frowned and asked, "What do you sprinkle salt for?"

Qiao Xiaoyu was busy, but he forgot to be cramped. Hearing Bingren's question, he replied without thinking: "Oh, this flour will be wrapped around the eggplant later. If you don't sprinkle some salt, it won't taste good. Very delicious."

Qiao Xiaoyu said, and added: "There is no fresh meat, so I replaced it with these dried beef, which is to be stuffed into the eggplant, and I will fry eggs and make egg soup later, these eggs should still be enough. "

Bingren listened to Qiao Xiaoyu's words that seemed to be very proficient in cooking, looked at her skillful movements, and asked, "Hey, Qiao Xiaoyu, you are also the lady of the county magistrate's family, how do you treat these people?" Are you so proficient in what the servants are supposed to do?"

"Ah? Oh, this, because I have to do these things every day, and it doesn't make sense if I'm not familiar with them." Qiao Xiaoyu replied very naturally, as if she did these things as if she had to.

"Miss, you need to do this every day? Even if you are an unfavored concubine, you don't have to do this kind of menial work, right?" Bingren not only didn't leave, but asked Qiao Xiaoyu, And one problem after another.

"Hero thinks it's weird, doesn't it?" Qiao Xiaoyu's movement of stirring the flour suddenly became very slow, her head was lowered, but her tone still sounded normal, as if she was smiling, "Actually, little Girls don't know what other girls are like, but in the little girl's house, the little girl has to do these jobs."

"Well, because the aunt said that the dishes cooked by the little girl are more delicious, and the elder sister said that the porridge made by the little girl is better than the cook's, so the little girl's family has not hired a cook in the past few years, and the little girl is cooking. of."

"The second sister and the third sister said that the young girl washes clothes cleaner than the women, so the young lady cooks the meals for the aunt, the second mother, and the older sisters every day, and then washes the clothes for the second and third sisters."

"Then the eldest sister and the fourth sister said that the little girl only has the second and third sisters in her eyes, and then the little girl piled up the clothes of the big sister and the fourth sister."

"Sometimes there is no water in the kitchen, and the little girl has to pick it up. Sometimes the woman in charge of shopping says she is sick or too tired, and the little girl has to go out to buy it." Qiao Xiaoyu stirred the flour in her hands I don't know when she stopped, and after a pause, she turned around, looked at Bing Ren with a gloomy face, and laughed, looking so stupid, "Hero, in fact, the little girl can do it." There are quite a lot of things, the little girl has also studied with the wife, and she can read, but she doesn't have the same martial arts as you heroes."

"The little girl is almost never sick. What happened yesterday was just an accident. It may have been caused by a foot injury. The little girl is really not delicate."

When talking about this, Qiao Xiaoyu's tone was a little anxious, a little uneasy, and a little nervous.

But she just barely finished her words, when she saw Bing Ren stood up, without looking at her, she walked out of the kitchen with a sullen face.

Qiao Xiaoyu stared blankly at Bingren's back, raised her hand, and rubbed her astringent eyes vigorously with the back of her hand, but the rubbing became more and more astringent.

The flour on her hands stained her eyelids, eyelashes, and forehead hair, and her eye sockets were red from rubbing, and she looked a little embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)