Ugly Peasant Wife: Money Grubber

Yang Xinyu's intuition has always been very good. The next day, Qi Congyun came to visit the mansion. First he went to see the old lady, and then he ordered his servants to call her to his side and look around.

"Are you the cook?"

As a woman, Yang Xinyu obviously feels her hostility.

"Yes, miss." Yang Xinyu is constantly complaining. He finally knows why he had an uncertain premonition last night. It turns out that he Ziyuan's rotten peach blossom came to him.

But she is just a little cook. Does this young lady think highly of her?

After watching for a long time, there was a little worry in my eyes at first, but it was replaced by a light smile in the end.

"It's said that brother Su is going to visit you. I think her cooking skills are unusual. I'm a guest from afar. Should the Su family always have a way to treat guests?"

The implication is that Yang Xinyu should cook himself.

Yang Xinyu looked at his nose, nose, mouth and heart carefully and said, "Miss, I think I'm tired of the food I used to cook in the house. Su's house has its own way of hospitality. Please don't embarrass your maidservant. "

Yes, she is a rough girl, but not any one can do it!

In the past, she was helpless in Qi's house, but now she is from Su's house. Why should she be called?

Yang Xinyu has always been able to bend and stretch, but this time I don't know where his temper comes from. His words are cold.

Qi Congyun was once attacked by a servant. He immediately turned his face and said, "you're a slave. You don't know what to do. It's brother Su who asked you to go. You're not a slave. I'm your master in the past. I don't look at the monk's face but also the Buddha's face. "

Peony and Yang Xinyu know each other, secretly twisted her arm, advised, "Miss, the body is important, is it enough to be angry with a slave? Why don't you get ready for lunch

Yang Xinyu just for a breath, this time after calming down, said, "yes, sister peony."

At this time, when she thinks of he Ziyuan's proposal last night, she has only regret in her heart. Why does she refuse he Ziyuan to rearrange her identity? It's better to be a guest of the Su family than a slave.

Now, she seems to be asking for trouble.

Fortunately, before he left, he Ziyuan told his servants to be polite to her. When he got to the kitchen, he was gentle that year, but the little cook, who was about 15 years old, was very polite.

Like a little tail behind her, she said, "elder sister, I heard that you are the cook that the young master brought back from the Qi family. Now the eldest miss of the Qi family is chasing me. So you are good at cooking?"

When Yang Xinyu saw her eyes, he couldn't bear to tell her that the eldest lady was chasing her. It was her master. He shook his head and said, "come and help me, or I won't know how I died today."

The child, who had never been in the world, said naively, "sister, you mean that the eldest lady didn't come to eat, but wanted to hurt you? Shall I inform the young master and let him come back to save you? "

As soon as Yang Xinyu heard that he held the child, he said, "don't hurt me. If your young master comes back to save me, I'm afraid I'll be hated to death. "

Qi Congyun came to her and obviously regarded her as a rival in love. If he Ziyuan came to save the beauty, would he not take her as a rival in love?

"Hate it? By whom? " The little cook blinked, her expression was innocent. "I heard that the young master's fiancee is forthright and generous. She doesn't care about trifles. How can she make trouble for you? Wait, what are you going to do? "

She didn't see it.

She didn't notice the details.

I can't see that this young lady is good at acting.

What's she talking about with a little girl?

"I Cook Yang Xinyu didn't forget her identity. She gritted her teeth and concentrated on being her cook.

It's the golden autumn festival. The osmanthus trees outside the house exude a faint fragrance. Yang Xinyu has an idea. He goes to the tree to pick a bowl of osmanthus and says with a smile, "just right, I use osmanthus as a side dish."

The little cook glared at her eyes and said thoughtfully, "does my sister want to make osmanthus cake?"

Yang Xinyu's mysterious smile: "no, I want to be osmanthus duck."

Early on, she wanted to add this one to the shop, but she never had a chance to try it. Today, she just tried it. If it's done well, she will add it to the menu immediately when the trouble is solved.

"Sweet scented osmanthus Duck The little cook was very surprised and muttered, "I only heard about the sweet scented osmanthus cake and sweet scented osmanthus wine, but I didn't hear about the sweet scented osmanthus duck. My sister is really interesting. Come and make it for my sister, so that she can have a good time. One day, it will be used to ask the old lady to care."

Yang Xinyu sees that she wants to stick it up. She's always complaining. She doesn't want to spread the recipe. She has to find a way to get rid of the little cook.

Thinking of this, she turned her eyes and said, "I don't think there are two flavors of spices here. I have to trouble my sister to buy them for me. I don't trust others to run errands."

The little cook wanted to learn the craft wholeheartedly, patted her chest and said, "elder sister, don't worry. I will buy the spices for you."Yang Xinyu casually reported two flavors of spices and said, "it's these two flavors. My sister doesn't have to worry. She can buy them in an hour. It won't delay the lunch time."

In fact, she said with a smile in her heart, more than one hour is enough for her to make a sweet scented duck. As for the two spices, they are not needed in this dish at all.

As soon as the little cook left, Yang Xinyu began to prepare. There were ready-made materials in the kitchen. The ducks were killed in the morning and hung next to the knives.

Yang Xinyu soaked duck in rice washing water for half an hour, prepared tangerine peel and anise, etc.

Then boil two cloves of garlic with a teaspoon of vinegar in water. Put the duck in the water and boil for a while. Remove the foam.

The duck treated in this way can guarantee no fishy smell at all, which is more convenient than the method she used before.

Then add Osmanthus fragrans, salt and other spices, open the lid, maintain the fire for five minutes, cover, turn to warm fire, and continue to cook for one and a half hours.

When the little cook came back, she only smelled the pungent smell of meat. She said in a daze, "OK, elder sister, you pay me out and do it secretly behind my back. Thanks for believing your words, I bought you two kinds of spices."

Then she threw the spice and stepped on it several times to vent her anger.

Yang Xinyu looked at her fierce temper and sighed. All the servants yelled at her. She was not the life of a young lady.

"Sister, you are not right. This is my ancestral skill. How can you expose it in front of my sister? I don't want to ruin my relationship with my sister by spending you Then she squeezed out two tears.

The little cook didn't really get angry with her. The young master told her to treat the elder sister well, so she could only walk down the steps and say, "it's like this. Since it's the elder sister's ancestral secret recipe, the younger sister is inconvenient to force others into trouble."