Whether Qi Fangling was willing or not, an ordinary carriage from Qimen County entered the capital smoothly at the scheduled time.

The capital is as prosperous as usual.

On that day, it was just dawn, and the people in Jingshan Bo Mansion started working early.

The lady needs to prepare early if she wants to drink fresh bird's nest porridge.

The most important thing is the tonic that my cousin wants to drink, which is something that my uncle has to ask about, and it almost won’t work.

The two young masters are fine, but the young master wants to get up early to review the book with his husband. He has to prepare breakfast that is easy to eat and does not harm the spleen and stomach.

This is extremely difficult. The young master is a provocative child and has been difficult to serve since childhood.

"Miss Fu."

Yang Yuying came out of the tree-lined path across the west yard, walked through the sheep intestine path by the stream, and went straight to the big kitchen.

The servants I met along the way all bowed and said politely.

This cousin Fu came to Bo’s Mansion for five days and could see her here every day. The servants have long been accustomed to her.

But no one annoyed her, and they were all very happy.

After all, this cousin Fu has the eyesight and generous attitude. He never takes up a few stoves to use in the kitchen, but only uses a leisure stove in a remote corner.

And if you help her carry the load of firewood, make a fire, and give some ingredients, you can get a lot of rewards.

Just for this, many servants now like to flatter her.

Yang Yuying entered the kitchen through the back door, and pinched two silver melon seeds to her to cook the stove for her.

"Thank you two."

"If there is nowhere, Miss Fu is busy. If you have something to do, you will be able to greet our brothers and two of you."

As he said that, the two of them retreated.

As soon as I went out, I weighed the silver melon seeds in my hand, and I was full of joy.

"It's only a lot more than our monthly routine. Miss Fu is really easy to serve."

Because they already had a cousin at home, the servants called Fu Xiuxiu and cousin Fu in a very obedient manner.

Fortunately, it was Yang Yuying who came now. She guessed that if it were the original Fu Xiuxiu, she would have to make an idea and teach these people a lesson after hearing this from the servant.

The other cousin must be even more hated by her.

As for who will suffer losses in the fight... Fu Xiuxiu is more likely to suffer losses.

This little girl is a smart person, but Lin Yiyi is recorded in the files of the Imperial City Department.

It wasn't because of anything else, but because of Lin Yiyi's luck.

Anyone who is close to her will do everything smoothly.

Anyone who goes against her will be more or less unlucky.

Yang Yuying quietly fryed out the chopped pork belly meat filling and prepared sauce, with a strong aroma, and a crack was made on the golden naan bread.

Pour the meat filling in, apply a little sauce, and bake it slightly and seal it.

The crispy and golden crust is rolled onto a layer of sesame seeds. It doesn’t have to be eaten and just looks at it, making people feel particularly appetizing.

The fragrance blew out of the window with the wind.

The chefs working in front of the stove couldn't help but thrust their noses.

The fragrance is really a bit too domineering.

Several chefs looked at each other and peeked at each other. They only saw Yang Yuying grab two more silver melon seeds and asked the mother to wash the dishes and wash the pot.

They were not familiar with Miss Fu and didn't have time to ask. After hesitating, Yang Yuying slowly left with the food box.

Several chefs in the large kitchen looked at each other.

"I see, this cousin Fu is not like an ordinary person."

Since Miss Fu and the man were engaged and sent a letter to go to Beijing to prepare for marriage, rumors about her in the uncle's house have been quite unpleasant, and even toads want to eat swan meat.

Everyone said that she was ignorant and had bad character. The two ladies in the mansion were repeatedly told not to make friends with her, so as not to be defiled.

When the cousin entered the uncle's mansion, he had no presence at all. He got out of the car and entered through the corner gate, and was led by a serious-faced woman.

Jingshan Bo was still on duty and could not see her. The eldest young lady was the eldest young lady, and the eldest young lady casually stuffed people to the remote west small courtyard, and it was done.

Even the Shi family, where the cousin got engaged, did not get any news.

I don’t know how many people read Miss Fu’s jokes in the past two days, but they are assured, not anxious or messy, and do not ask casually, and they are not in a hurry to find a sense of existence.

As far as they observed, they were not as unsightly as everyone imagined.

Not to mention anything else, just this cooking skill is worthy of being highly regarded.

Perhaps others would say that as a daughter, whether she can cook or not is a trivial matter, but in their cook’s opinion, anyone who has a good cooking skills must be a person with patience, nature, and nature.

Miss Fu is only sixteen years old this year, but she is proficient in everything in the kitchen. Can people still be bad?

"Besides, at least she is not as poor as the legendary one!"

The silver melon seeds are simple in shape, but the craftsmanship is very delicate and the materials are very solid. This person who gave the reward is generous and tight, and he is casual and he will definitely not short of money for spending.

Yang Yuying came out of the kitchen with a food box, walked through the bamboo forest in the northwest, crossed the moon gate, and went to the octagonal pavilion outside the tea garden. When she came over, she found that a small uninvited guest had come to the secluded place she had been looking for in the past two days.

The little boy was six or seven years old, with thin cheeks and a little pale, big eyes and black eyes sitting on the stone bench and playing with the nine-club grid.

Yang Yuying kept walking, climbing the stone steps leisurely and sat down next to her.

The little boy looked at her curiously, seemed a little shy, and whispered: "Auntie, okay."

Yang Yuying chuckled, "Why didn't Zhuangzhuang review his books with Mr. Mei this morning?"

She recognized this child as the eldest grandson of Jingshan Bo, who was the youngest son of the entire Jingshan Bo Mansion and one of the most important figures.

As she asked, Yang Yuying opened the food box, took out the meat naan bread with the right temperature, took a small bite at the top, sucked the strong soup into her mouth, and exploded on the tip of her tongue, making it so delicious that it makes her feel comfortable.

Yang Yuying never likes to be wronged in her food, nor does she like bird's nest and shark fin. The food she likes is not expensive and has a slightly heavier taste. However, in Jingshan Bo Mansion, no one cares about her, a cousin who lives under someone else's roof. The food she delivers to her is not too much to eat, but it is usually either cold or light. Otherwise, it may be very terrible. Apart from her appearance, it really has no advantages.

There was no way, Yang Yuying had to do it herself.

Zhuang Zhuang's eyes lingered on the naan bread and said absent-mindedly: "Sir, I have something to do, I want me to play myself for half a day."

"Uh-huh."

The naan bread is very fragrant and tastes very good, and her craftsmanship has never regressed at all.

I haven't entered the kitchen for a long time, so I've done it occasionally, and it's quite interesting.

Yang Yuying took the second bite and heard the sound of swallowing. When she looked up slightly, she saw Xiao Zhuangzhuang staring at her pitifully, saliva flowing.

"Well, although this naan bread is hot, it is full of fried meat, which is still not easy to digest. Your mother said that your stomach is not very good, so the doctor requires me to maintain it carefully?"

The little boy bulged his face and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Yang Yuying's skirt and hummed in a low voice: "Good aunt, can I eat half a piece? Just half a piece, don't eat more."

Yang Yuying smiled so hard that she reached out to hold his slender wrist and took the pulse. She couldn't detect any serious illness. She thought the child might have a premature birth. She was in poor health when she was a child and had prone to discomfort in the stomach, but she has grown to this point and is now fine.

She used her fingers as a knife and cut off a pancake three fingers wide and handed over it.

Zhuang Zhuang's eyes lit up, and he took it and whispered. After taking it, his eyes became brighter. He held the pancake and nibbled it like a little squirrel, looking very cherished.

Yang Yuying, stared at him with a little look, ate all the remaining one and a half of the pancakes and drank a small bowl of lotus leaf milk.

The milk can be distributed to Zhuangzhuang a small bowl.

Before the brawny milk was finished, a girl with a peach-colored skirt came over quickly. She looked up and saw her young master eating a beard. She immediately felt as if she was struck by lightning. She glared at Yang Yuying hard, then quickly picked up the young master carefully and turned around to leave.

"Aunt, the pancakes are so fragrant. I like them very much, thank you."

The girl staggered immediately.

Yang Yuying laughed and didn't mind.

However, from this day on, there is often a small guest here in the pavilion, who will come here in the morning and evening, and will always have a meal for Yang Yuying from time to time.

Because of him, Yang Yuying also specially adjusted the meals. She usually doesn't add the spicy flavor she likes, and she doesn't like egg rolls, and occasionally makes them, which is indeed very pleasing to the children.

Occasionally, Yang Yuying also gives advice on Zhuangzhuang's homework, like the nine-cluster grid he likes to play now, Yang Yuying also likes to use it to pass the time when she is free.

Two people, one big and one small, compare who can solve faster and who can solve more. The bet is that Yang Yuying has some snacks that are not big for Zhuangzhuang to eat.

Zhuangzhuang usually loses.

Unless Yang Yuying wants him to win.

Although he always loses, Zhuangzhuang is still having a very happy time. Even if he loses, he has to recite the aunt in front of him and complete the homework left by his aunt. However, he can usually eat particularly good food.

He usually doesn't like to eat food cooked in the kitchen. It's either soft or bland, and has no taste at all.

In the school of tribe, classmates who were as old as him and even younger than him ate much more delicious food than him. However, every time he told his mother that his mother would cook himself and then make his food even worse.

"Why!"

Although he loves his mother very much, he really doesn't want to eat the loving meals made by his mother.

Soon, Zhuangzhuang was not limited to the pavilion, and whenever she had time, she would go to Yang Yuying's territory to find her.
To be continued...