After rebirth, I became the villain’s sister-in-law Bai Yueguang

His voice is like his own.

The girl in front of her does not look as majestic and bright as most of the women in the northern region of Liang Dynasty. Instead, she is the elegant and gentle type of women from the south of the Yangtze River in the Jin Dynasty.

Fair skin, bright almond eyes, oval face.

It is somewhat similar to Jiang Wancheng.

However, because Jiang Wancheng is a modern soul who has traveled through time, he is more elegant and generous, and he has a trace of the temperament of a noble family, so he looks very different from Zhao Jingmo.

Sister Ya replied innocently: "My name is Sister Ya. Your name is so nice."

Jiang Wancheng knew that Jingmo was a traditional Chinese medicine that had miraculous effects on stopping bleeding.

This name does sound good when applied to a woman.

Zhao Jingmo stared at the little girl in front of him and smiled slightly: "Your name is also nice. I heard that you have a sister?"

Just after she finished speaking, she looked up and saw Jiang Wancheng, who was already walking out of the kitchen in a leisurely manner.

As soon as he saw her, Zhao Jingmo was shocked: This little girl is really stunningly beautiful!

Just like the beauties described in the books she read: as graceful as floating clouds, as graceful as a frightening dragon. The face is like gelatin, and the eyes are like paint.

Although she was wearing a winter coat, her graceful figure could not be concealed.

Sweep your eyebrows lightly and tap your red lips lightly.

He obviously has a dignified and elegant temperament, but his movements are dignified and generous.

One glance showed that she was definitely not a real village girl from the countryside, yet she happened to appear in the village where she was.

It's really out of place here.

While Zhao Jingmo was sizing up Jiang Wancheng and marveling at her appearance and temperament, Jiang Wancheng was also sizing up Zhao Jingmo.

The two of them were full of curiosity about each other, but they also discovered that they were not hostile to each other.

In an instant, both of them had a crush on each other.

Zhao Jingmo was the first to turn around and greet him: "Hello, my dear, my father is the uncle who led you here yesterday. Do you still remember him?"

Jiang Wancheng was quite surprised by her behavior, so he nodded and turned aside and said, "I remember, Second Uncle Zhao."

Zhao Jingmo slowly pursed his lips and smiled when he heard her address to his father: "Excuse me. Today I was asked by my grandmother to come over and invite you to have a chat and meet me. I wonder when the girl will be free?"

Her grandmother?

Isn’t she Dr. Zhao’s mother?

Jiang Wancheng thought of the bucket of small fish that Wen Chaoyan brought home when he rented this house.

Jiang Wancheng: "Even if the old lady wants to see the junior, the junior should go and pay her respects. I wonder when the old lady will have her lunch break?"

That was the afternoon.

Zhao Jingmo replied: "Not even three moments later."

Jiang Wancheng: "Then I would like to trouble you to tell the old lady that I, the junior Shen Shi, will go visit her. Is it okay?"

Zhao Jingmo seemed very happy. After setting a time with Jiang Wancheng, he left in small steps.

Because they had a daughter, Wen Chaoyan and Feng Lao were in the house the whole time.

After the people left, Wen Chaoyan continued to repair the dining pavilion.

Jiang Wancheng returned to the kitchen, looked at the pile of things sent by his sisters-in-law in the corner, and then thought of the old lady from the Zhao family.

She rolled up her sleeves and was ready to start.

Jiang Wancheng's idea was to make some fried fruits and return them to these families as a favor, or give them to the old lady as a courtesy.

Although she can make more exquisite snacks, there is no honey or grinding tools at home, and those things are too delicate and a bit flashy for country people.

And according to her memory in Zhuangzi in her previous life, if anyone had fried fruits, they were also very precious.

In this era, oil is very precious, and flour is equally precious. Everything you eat is cherished.

Not to mention, not everyone is willing to use oil and flour at the same time to make such snacks.

Even during the holidays, ordinary families without family background would not dare to do it.

If any family gets a plate, it will be kept in the cabinet and will be taken out to drink and eat when there are guests at home or important festivals.

Although Jiang Wancheng was reluctant to part with him, he was held back by the favor. They had just arrived and had nothing else to take out for the time being.

Mix dough, knead dough, form dough.

In order to make them softer, Jiang Wancheng also specially layered some of them, and put some pastry inside.

Jiang Wancheng first made the fruits into shapes one by one, including small butterflies, small dumplings formed by rolling them on the back of a dustpan, small peaches, small turtles, small fish, small twists, etc.

After putting the hot oil in the pot, the fragrant smell wafted out from the stove.

Sister Ya ran in again, "Sister, Sister, I want to eat!"

Jiang Wancheng doted on her, immediately picked up a small butterfly and put it aside, coaxing: "Let it cool down for a while before eating it?"

Sister Ya held the stove and waited obediently.

After a while, Sister Ya ran out happily holding the little butterfly.

Jiang Wancheng fried dozens of them. After scooping them all up, he took out the ones at the bottom of the pot again.

All the vegetable oil at home has been used up today.

Fortunately, the fried oil can be kept for cooking.

In an era of scarcity of supplies, we can no longer just focus on health, eating enough is the way to go.

Jiang Wancheng put the fruits aside to cool down. Thinking that Mrs. Zhao's teeth might not be in good shape, Jiang Wancheng picked up a plate and put it aside, then covered it with a larger bowl.

In this way, it will not become too hard and brittle, but will be softer.

Just when Jiang Wancheng was about to say goodbye to lunch, Wen Chaoyan walked in again with his hands behind his back.

Because she was so serious about chopping vegetables, she didn't even notice that Wen Chaoyan, who was already walking very lightly, had arrived behind her.

"Sister Ya has all the snacks, can I also have a bite?"

He suddenly made a sound, and Jiang Wancheng not only screamed in fright, but his hand trembled, and the knife actually cut his finger.

When Wen Chaoyan saw this, his expression suddenly changed. He snatched the knife from her hand and threw it away. He grabbed her soft little hand and came to his eyes.

Fortunately, it only cut a little of the nail and did not really cut her flesh, and there was no bleeding.

Wen Chaoyan breathed a sigh of relief, looked down at Jiang Wancheng and apologized in a deep voice: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

Jiang Wancheng's hand was grabbed like this before he could see clearly the condition of his fingers.

However, she didn't feel any pain.

I guess it shouldn't be a big deal.

At this moment, she couldn't help but blush because her hand was tightly grasped by him.

"Lang Jun, you... let go first..."

She struggled for a while, but Wen Chaoyan did not let her go as easily as before.

Mr. Feng from next door raised his voice and asked, "Cheng'er, what happened?"

Wen Erlang was finally gone, and Feng Lao, who had the room to himself, was busy working on his new gadget for a while, so he couldn't get away to take a look for himself, so he just raised his voice and asked.

Jiang Wancheng saw that Wen Chaoyan had no intention of letting go. He was originally afraid that his master would suddenly come over. If his master saw what he did to Meng Lang, what would happen?

Jiang Wancheng's nervous heart was in his throat.

So he suppressed his trembling voice and replied quickly: "Master, it's okay."