Guozijian little cook

Chapter 109
Seeing Aunt Yu come back, Xiao Nianzhi raised his head and glanced at Kelou not far away.

When she first arrived in Mao, Aunt Yu had already prepared a meal and came back.

She originally thought that she would get up early to cook and come back.

After all, she is an apprentice, so it's not easy for the master to take care of her all the time.

result……

Still getting up late!
Aunt Yu didn't have that much attention and thought.

After putting the porridge and steamed buns on the stone table, someone had already come over, apparently to ask about pickled cucumbers.

That's the way the chefs in the cafeteria pickle vegetables. Aunt Yu reluctantly eats them so that she doesn't go hungry every day.

Now that Xiao Nianzhi made it here, even if he didn't eat it, he could already guess that it must be delicious.

With a better choice, Aunt Yu will not wrong herself.

Xiao Nianzhi was also in a daze for a moment, and then went to the small kitchen to fetch pickled cucumbers.

After a night of pickling, the crisp and tender cucumbers have been colored and tasty.

The cucumber, which was originally emerald green and juicy, is now stained red by the soy sauce, and the color of the original green skin has deepened a lot.

Coupled with crimson crushed dogwood and garnished with minced garlic that is also smudged red, this small pot of pickled cucumbers looks very delicious just by looking at it.

Aunt Yu liked it when she saw it, she went out with the basin first, Xiao Nianzhi reacted, went to wash up, changed clothes and came out.

Going to roast duck today, Xiao Nianzhi changed into old clothes.

An embroidered blouse in the color of bamboo and moon, paired with a blue horse-face skirt with embroidered dark patterns, and two cute little flower bags on her hair, with the Ji-color pearl flowers sent by Aunt Yu yesterday.

The clothes are the old summer clothes of the original owner. Although they are not made of light gauze, they are also made of thin cotton, so they are very comfortable to wear.

Moreover, the fine cotton fabric absorbs sweat very well. Such clothes are more comfortable and practical than tulle in the kitchen.

Seeing Xiao Nianzhi approaching, Aunt Yu moved her chopsticks.

She first took a sip of her favorite white sugar porridge, watching this scene, Xiao Nianzhi endured and endured, and reminded in a low voice: "Auntie, eating too much sugar is not good for the skin."

After hearing this, Aunt Yu paused slightly for scooping up the porridge. After swallowing the porridge in her mouth, she opened her mouth slightly and didn't move for a long time.

At this moment, she felt that the white sugar porridge in the bowl suddenly became stale.

The problem is, Xiao Nianzhi hasn't finished speaking yet, she really held back for a long time, she thought that the two of them had known each other for a short time, so she was just pointing fingers, afraid that Aunt Yu would find it annoying.

However, the way the other party eats sugar...

Xiao Nianzhi was really afraid that she would make a mistake!
After the words were spoken, Xiao Nianzhi felt that it was actually not difficult to say words of persuasion.

Especially after she regarded her aunt as a real relative, she couldn't hold back those words that she had prepared long ago.

During the following breakfast time, Xiao Nianzhi carefully educated Aunt Yu about the disadvantages of eating too much sugar.

From the deterioration of the skin to the heavy burden on the body, it is easy to get various diseases.

At the end, Aunt Yu put down the porridge with tears in her eyes and picked up the steamed buns.

Looking at Aunt Yu's pitiful appearance, Xiao Nianzhi sighed softly: "Of course, occasional indulgence is still okay, but it can't be eaten as food, it's really bad for your health."

In fact, it is really difficult to quit sugar, Xiao Nianzhi herself has never thought about quitting, but she will pay attention to controlling her intake.

She can understand, sweet tooth lovers, the preference and obsession with sugar.

She never thought that she could succeed in persuading her once, so take your time.

Aunt Yu couldn't eat anymore, so she ate two mouthfuls of steamed buns, and after suppressing her shock, she provoked the pickled cucumbers that she had been looking forward to all night.

After one night, the cucumber has been marinated and tastes good. After taking a bite, the crisp and tender taste is still there, but it adds a lot of salty flavor.

Because of the crushed dogwood, it is crispy and salty, with a hint of spicy and refreshing.

This kind of spiciness will not make people feel uncomfortable, and it is just right when paired with white porridge or steamed buns.

Aunt Yu swallowed a piece and nodded hurriedly: "Well, it's delicious!"

She also didn't expect that after eating the messy pickles in the cafeteria for so long, she could finally eat some decent ones.

Aunt Yu even felt that the pickles that she ate in the palace in the past could not compare to those made by Xiao Nianzhi!

Seeing that Aunt Yu was eating well, Xiao Nianzhi laughed along with him: "Auntie likes it, and I will change pickles for Auntie to eat later."

Aunt Yu listened and nodded expectantly.

In the end, Aunt Yu quietly drank the bowl of white sugar porridge, Xiao Nianzhi only pretended not to see it.

After eating, she simply cleaned up and went to the cafeteria.

When Xiao Nianzhi passed by, Guanshi Qiu happened to be walking out. Seeing her, he hurriedly greeted her: "Yuanniang, the tools you want will take some time. We won't hurry up and add those iron molds. Money, it will take longer, just wait a little longer."

Xiao Nianzhi was not in a hurry, just smiled and nodded to show that he knew, and thanked Steward Qiu before entering the kitchen.

What Guanshi Qiu bought was already packed ducks.

After Xiao Nianzhi came over, he could proceed directly to the next step.

Chef Shui and the others didn't leave either, saying that they could help Xiao Nianzhi.

In case Xiao Nianzhi felt that they were trying to use this reason to steal the teacher, Chef Shui even explained to Xiao Nianzhi: "We're just going to fight, if necessary, just call us."

What he said was euphemistic, and Xiao Nianzhi understood that those exclusive inheritances of yours are just behind our backs, and at other times, you just need someone to speak up.

Xiao Nianzhi didn't intend to have an exclusive monopoly, on the contrary, she quite liked promotion.

So, after hearing Chef Shui's words, Xiao Nianzhi quickly waved his hands: "It's okay, let's work together quickly."

Hearing what she said, the chefs felt a little embarrassed.

There are many people and strength, and the number of ducks purchased is limited, there are only thirty ducks in total.

Putting these ducks in the cafeteria might not even stir up a splash.

Therefore, today's duck is destined not to be eaten by everyone!
As for how to distribute in the end?
Of course, it is divided according to the excellence of today's homework!

If you learn well, you can eat meat, but if you don’t learn well, you may not even be able to drink duck soup!
The master is also very straightforward today. Before the lecture, he has already told the students about this matter.

The students who didn't have supper last night were excited all of a sudden.

The masters of theology are okay, but the scumbags are almost crying with their heads in their hands.

Can't this world treat these scumbags better?

When the rich aroma of roast duck wafted towards the academy, the students were about to cry uncontrollably again.

Zhang Huaiyuan's knowledge is not bad, but their class, if placed in modern times, belongs to the rocket class, the top class.

To put it bluntly, all the staff are top students, nothing mixed with water.

Therefore, he is not sure whether he can squeeze into the top five today.

The master said that only the top five can get the roast duck, and whether the rest can get the soup depends on luck.

While writing silently, Zhang Huaiyuan gently pushed Zhao Yunfeng who was closest to him: "Are you confident?"

Zhao Yunfeng glanced at him and didn't speak, his mouth was still moving, obviously he was also writing silently.

Seeing this, Zhang Huaiyuan's pressure instantly increased, but when he was nervous, he couldn't help but want to talk, so he pursed his lips, and soon said again: "Your second brother, I heard that you haven't been quiet recently. .”

　Three shifts

　　
　
(End of this chapter)