A Handbook of Happiness for Small Farmers

Chapter 251 Is it okay to be frozen?
Qin Ke'er couldn't help shrinking her neck, as if she had already felt the cold whip whipping her body.

I don't know if it's too late to show that it has nothing to do with the Wei family!
Qin Ke'er only dared to think about this idea, saying that she definitely didn't dare.

If this is true, then it will really be a corpse.

"Master Wei, may I say that the ingredients for these things are not easy to find, so I'm not too sure?" Qin Ke'er tentatively asked.

It wasn't that Qin Ke'er was looking for an excuse not to work, but the things he wrote were really not what should exist in this era.

Things like cheese are okay, and I can also make things like milk, but things like sardines, Qin Keer is not even sure whether these things exist in this time and space, how does this make her do it!

"Write down the ingredients you need, and I will have someone prepare them." Wei Liao's answer was straightforward and simple.

Looking straight at the half-lying man resting with his eyes closed, Qin Ke'er really wanted to kick him.

He was originally an extremely beautiful man, so why did he deserve to be beaten so much when he opened his mouth?
Prepare?What to prepare for?
She, Qin Keer, needs sardines, tomatoes, and...

Wait, tomato, tomato!

Qin Ke'er suddenly remembered something, and suddenly lowered her head to look at the menu she just wrote.

There are three words written on it-"ketchup".

"Ah! It's broken!" Qin Ke'er couldn't help but exclaimed, which made Wei Liao open his eyes in displeasure.

"My lord, stop, stop quickly!" Qin Ke'er didn't care about etiquette, grabbed Wei Liao's foot and shook it violently.

Why the feet and not the legs, not the hands and the like?

It's very simple, because the closest part of Wei Liao to Qin Ke'er at this time is his feet.

Such an action made Wei Liao feel unhappy.

Although she wears shoes on her feet, men and women can't kiss each other anyway, Qin Ke'er has no rules and is so polite to grab her feet, it's really...

"What's the matter?" Wei Liao was in a bad mood, but he still asked lightly.

"Tomato! Tomato!" Qin Keer's mind was full of tomatoes, so he didn't have so many other thoughts.

"What tomato?" Wei Liao raised his eyebrows.

"It's just tomatoes!" Qin Ke'er explained anxiously.

"Tomatoes? Tomatoes?" Wei Liao's tone was clearly confused.

He knows about tomatoes, isn't it the red fruit fried with eggs that Qin Ke'er made last time, what about tomatoes, what are tomatoes?
"It's that red fruit! You and Uncle Wei ate it last time! That's the main ingredient for making tomato sauce!" Qin Ke'er was in a hurry, and when she saw that Wei Liao didn't say stop, she simply opened the door curtain, and Go and make the coachman stop.

"Is it okay to be cold?" Hearing Qin Ke'er say that, Wei Liao didn't act so leisurely anymore.

"Frozen?"

"Well, it's frozen. There are still some in the freezer in Kyoto."

The hand that was about to lift the curtain stopped, Qin Ke'er looked at Wei Liao like a monster, thinking in his heart that this man must be sick, what kind of persimmons are there to freeze?

"Why, can't you?" Seeing Qin Ke'er's expression of looking at monsters, Wei Liao couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"I'm not sure about this either, I've never tried using frozen tomatoes." Qin Ke'er replied with some embarrassment.

(End of this chapter)