Spatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible

It's been a long time since Shen Tianci paid so much attention to eating. If it weren't for his family's persuasion, he would have wanted to go to Ning's house for breakfast. He managed to endure it until noon, then went home with Ning Erlang who closed the stall early again.

Ning Erlang got his sister to greet him in advance and said that if Mr. Shen came again, he would go home early. Her reasons were always good: "Is Mr. Shen's meal more expensive, or is it the profit from setting up a stall in one afternoon?"

Ningjiro knew how to do this, so he closed the stall very quickly.

Today, the county magistrate's family was probably worried that their son would not be able to eat well, so they asked Shen Tianci to bring his own ingredients. However, Xiaoxiao took a look at the expensive things that had nothing wrong with them except being expensive, and only picked a chicken and nothing else. use.

Shen Tianci became even happier when he saw it: "I told you I didn't want to eat those things, but mother didn't listen!"

He was only in his early thirties, about the same age as Ning Erlang, and his youthful nature was most playful. When he saw Xiaoxiao flipping the chicken over and over, and finally taking out a needle and thread, his curiosity nearly exploded.

"Why do you have to sew when cooking? What are you going to make delicious? Chicken soup or chicken stew?"

Xiaoxiao disliked him being in the way, so she asked her brothers to take him to their vegetable patch, and even said proudly: "You can pick whatever you want to eat!"

Even for the sake of the one tael of silver, Mrs. Song did not hesitate. Ning Fengnian saw this elegant guest for the first time today, and was quite at a loss. The housekeeper was attentive and chatted with him about the fields. Ning Fengnian Then he gradually relaxed.

As the eldest son, Ning Dalang was responsible for entertaining guests. The housekeeper observed his behavior and felt that he was generous and generous: "Young Master, have you read?"

Ning Dalang was neither humble nor arrogant: "I only worked as a pupil for my uncle in school for a few years, but I have memorized the Thousand-Character Classic, Mencius, and the Analects of Confucius by heart."

The housekeeper couldn't help but quiz him on a few words, and the more he listened, the more satisfied he became.

Xiaoxiao watched from the side for a while and then went to cut the potato strips. Mrs. Song looked at the large amount of oil poured into the pot and felt heartbroken, but Xiaoxiao spread her hands: "It is not a gentleman's behavior to break the promise of the French fries and make them fat."

Mrs. Song strode out of the kitchen. No, no, the most reasonable person in the family was her, Ning Xiaoxiao. She couldn't be convinced, she couldn't be convinced. Anyway, the oil after frying could be reused, so she just pretended that she couldn't see it.

After stewing the prepared chicken, frying the French fries and draining out the oil, Xiaoxiao began to fillet the fish. As one of her specialty dishes, pickled fish must be served, and this time she made it herself. Pickled cabbage, the flavor is upgraded.

At this time, Shen Tianci and Ning Erlang had been squatting in the vegetable field for a long time. The vegetables and meat that Young Master Shen ate at home were all prepared and brought to him. He had never seen vegetables growing in the ground, so Zuo Jumping to the right is so exciting that I want to grab a handful of everything.

If Ning Erlang hadn't been watching, an entire ridge of green vegetables in the field would have been wiped out by him.

However, despite his strict guard, the cucumbers that had just sprouted tender tips still suffered, and both the melons and the flowers were brutally attacked. When Rong Yan walked out of the yard for a walk, he happened to hear Ning Erlang complaining to his sister in a loud voice: "Sister ! He gave our cucumbers to Huo Huo!"

The housekeeper felt embarrassed, but Xiaoxiao shouted back before he could speak: "It's okay, it's not a waste if you can eat it. I'll make up for it later, so I might as well pick enough for one plate." "

Shen Tianci raised his head proudly at Ning Erlang. If he hadn't silently recited "one tael of silver" several times for this virtue, Ning Erlang would have wanted to slap him.