The princess who loves to "cry" has candy to eat

Chapter 23

But before that, Bai Ruotong was already dying of illness.

But now, although she is a little weaker, as long as she recuperates, her bones will always recover.

In the past two years, I'm afraid she was murdered by villains and suffered from chronic diseases.

Bai Ruotong sighed, she only appeared a few thousand words in the novel, she couldn't figure out who hurt her for a while.

Zhang?Bai Lingyao?Bai Yinling?Everything is possible.

No matter what, she had to gain a firm foothold in the mansion before Bai Yinling came back.If she continues to sit and wait for death like this, she can only treat me as fish and meat.

At dawn, Bai Ruotong woke up early, walked briskly to the stove, there was very little smoke in the stove, the guys were busy around, when they saw her, they stopped what they were doing, and looked at her blankly.

"Miss Si, why are you here?" The steward of the kitchen rubbed his hands and asked.

"Brother, are you ready to eat today?" Bai Ruotong asked.

Cui'er stood outside the kitchen, staring at Bai Ruotong without knowing it.When she was helping the aunt to wash up in the morning, the aunt clamored to come to the kitchen to have a look, Cui'er couldn't bear Bai Ruotong's temper, so she had to accompany her here.

She should take a good look at what kind of tricks this fourth young lady is going to play.

"Breakfast is still being prepared." The steward said.

Bai Ruotong glanced at the stove, the vegetables and meat in the stove were fresh, and the aroma of the delicacies filled the pot.As a chef, she felt a little itchy in her heart.

"You don't need to prepare the breakfast for me and big brother, peel me a bowl of lotus seeds." Bai Ruotong walked to a stove that hadn't been fired, and skillfully lit flint to start a fire.

When she was in college, she used to camp around with the camping club and practiced a good skill at making fires.The strengths that are useless in modern times were useful in ancient times.

Guys, you look at me, I look at you, dare not speak.In the end, the steward persuaded with embarrassment: "Miss Si, you have a noble status, so don't do this rough job. I'll let someone prepare whatever you want to eat."

"No, big brother just came back. As a younger sister, I should naturally serve big brother. If someone asks you, just say it's me." Bai Ruotong clapped his hands and said.

The manager smacked his lips in embarrassment, so he had to keep his mouth shut.

Bai Ruotong put the lotus seeds into the steamer, washed the red dates with clean water.When the water in the pot boiled, she sprinkled a handful of rice and covered the round pot.

Tweety froze in place, her mouth gaping.Her family's young lady has always been a master who doesn't know how to cook, rice, oil and salt, how did she become a chef now?Her diligent movements are actually more proficient than her poor maidservant.

Two bowls of lotus seed porridge were steaming out of the pot. Bai Ruotong scooped them into the bowl, picked off two coriander leaves and put them on the porridge as decorations. She clapped her hands and left the kitchen with her masterpiece.Cui'er was still in a daze, and she heard Bai Ruotong say: "Hurry up and lead the way, take me to brother's residence."

Tweety bit her lip and led the way reluctantly with her head down.

Bai Chusheng's yard is on the east side, diagonally opposite to the old lady.Bai Ruotong stepped over the threshold with the lotus seed porridge in his hand, and saw Bai Chusheng practicing his sword in the courtyard.His figure is like the wind, and his swordsmanship is chic.Although Bai Ruotong didn't know much about martial arts, his eyes were staring straight at him, so he almost clapped his hands in applause.

"How did you come?"

When Bai Chusheng heard the footsteps, he drew up the sword in his hand.Bai Ruotong smiled brightly, holding up the lotus seed porridge in his hand, dangling it in front of his eyes, Nuo Shengsheng said: "Bring something to eat for brother, this is the lotus seed porridge I cooked myself."

"You cooked it?" Bai Chusheng frowned, "When did you know how to cook porridge? If Cui Er cooked it, just say so."

(End of this chapter)