Nongmen ruffian concubine: ploughing the fields, planting buns

Chapter 133 Who Exactly Is Ding Shitou?

She lowered her head to hide her flustered expression, and hurriedly asked him what he wanted to eat.

"I want to eat mung bean shortbread, and the breakfast you made last time. I also want to eat the dishes you made yesterday."

Zhao Jian wrapped Ding Shitou's slender palm with his big palm, and rubbed her rough fingers with his fingers. He made a bunch of requests, but his heart felt inexplicably distressed.

She was just a little girl who hadn't reached her age, and she had traveled thousands of miles to Hangzhou, so she had to go through a lot of hardships to present the image of a young man so realistically.

Don't say anything else, just touch her fingers and palms and you will know.

"Okay, then you wait." Ding Shitou broke away from Zhao Jian's hand and went to the kitchen.

"I'll go too, wait to eat." Zhao Jian refused to let go.

Ding Shitou had no choice but to help Zhao Jian to go to the kitchen.

Li Kan and Han Yiqing were a little worried when they watched from behind, they could tell that the master had a little heart for this girl, so don't let this girl get hurt.

In the kitchen, the cook and the handyman were cleaning up the kitchen and sorting out the ingredients to be used today. Mrs. Lin went shopping and was not here.

But without Aunt Lin's explanation, everyone knew that Ding Shitou's coming to the kitchen must be cooking for the young master, let alone the young master came in person?
After everyone saluted the young master, they immediately gave way.The two cooks took the initiative to talk about today's fresh ingredients.

Ding Shitou asked them to scoop out the flour, and she helped Zhao Jian to sit down at the table that had been wiped by Li Kan, then took off the basket and started to take out the ingredients she had brought.

What she was talking about before was only the wild vegetables outside, and when she was in the carriage, she took out a lot of ingredients and put them in the back basket.

"My lord, it's too slow to shred apples. You can eat an apple first, and I'll make a bowl of ramen for you later." Ding Shitou washed an apple and handed it to Zhao Jian.

Zhao Jian didn't dislike the fact that the apple was still stained with water, so he took a bite and said nothing.

But Li Kan and the others were stunned.

They have eaten apples, but this is a tribute, and it is not something that ordinary people can take out casually. Who is this stone?

It was okay to make candied apples last time. After all, I didn’t see the original shape of the apples, so I didn’t think about it so much. Now the whole apple is in the hands of the master.

Ding Shitou ignored Li Kan's astonished expressions, he was too busy.

But she knows that apples are easier to explain than corn and tomatoes. After all, there are cotton apples in this era, but they are produced in the Northwest Plateau, but who is sure that not one or half fruit trees grow in the mountainous area of ​​Hangzhou?
Anyway, as long as she said she didn't remember where she picked it, they were curious and asked them to search all over the mountain.

Of course, she said last time that the quantity is limited, after eating this time, she should stop taking it again.

Soon she took the noodles prepared by the cook and used a steamer to speed up the fermentation, then picked and washed other ingredients, and then kneaded the noodles to start making ramen.

A small ball of noodles can pull out several bowls of fine noodles, and Zhao Jian can't finish them all by himself, and the rest will be divided among others.

During the process of pulling the noodles, she asked the cook to cut some shredded pork, but she found that the shredded pork was not delicately cut, so she put down the noodles and cut it herself. This time, she only cut Zhao Jian's portion for a bowl.

Then poured the noodles with bone broth, added shepherd's purse and egg chips, covered with shredded pork with fried fungus in fried sauce, sprinkled with chopped green onion, and served it in front of Zhao Jian deliciously.

Later, I asked the cook to make dough for Li Kan and the others according to the way she did just now, and she started to make mung bean shortbread.

Zhao Jian sat in the kitchen and ate slowly, while Li Kan and the others stood outside the door to eat.

The two cooks were ashamed when they found out that they were not even qualified to fight.

　Dear, have you guessed the origin of the stone?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)