Xia Yunyun was drooling with greed: "Big sister, what are you frying? It smells so good!"
"Qianqian, where did you learn this recipe?" Qin asked. The Xia family's diet was light and they rarely used chili peppers. Now the aroma of chili peppers filling the house was quite tempting.
Xia Qianqian waved the spatula and said, "Just stir-fry some tofu. When we have money in the future, we can buy a piece of meat and two pieces of white tofu, and then I will stir-fry authentic Mapo tofu for you!"
"Big sister is so amazing! Not only can she burn tiles, but she can also cook delicious food." Xia Yunyun jumped for joy, as if she could already smell the aroma of meat.
Qin felt strange. Her daughter was spoiled in Yangliu Village and was good at needlework, but not cooking. How come she suddenly became good at it
"Okay, it's time to eat." Xia Qianqian served the tofu and fried the cold rice left over from the morning, and dinner was ready.
Simple and happy.
The mother, her two daughters, each held a bowl of rice and gathered around the only dish on the table - tofu.
"anyone there?"
Just then, a man's voice came from outside the door, which sounded familiar.
"Who is it?" Xia Qianqian stood up to look, and it turned out to be Qingtong.
"Ms. Xia, is your family having dinner?" Qing Tong asked shyly with a smile on his face.
Xia Qianqian nodded: "What's the matter?"
"Well, I was passing by here and was very hungry, so I wanted to come to your house and borrow a bowl of rice." Qing Tong felt even more embarrassed.
Xia Qianqian's eyes twitched.
The landlord's servant had much better food and clothing than her family, yet he actually came to borrow food
"Miss Xia, the last time there was a conflict in your family, I was the one who supported you," Qing Tong said.
Xia Qianqian suddenly found it difficult to refuse him. The last time Old Man Xia and his men came to cause trouble, it was indeed Qingtong's appearance that changed the situation. However, she only had three bowls of rice at home...
"Oh, my stomachache is coming back again..." Qing Tong said in pain, holding his stomach.
"Come in!" Xia Qianqian glared at him depressedly and had to give him her dinner.
Qing Tong's eyes lit up, and the pain in his stomach stopped immediately: "I won't go in, please serve the rice, Miss Xia."
"Really?" Xia Qianqian turned around, picked up her own bowl, picked up some tofu and gave it to Qingtong.
"Thank you, Miss Xia, you are such a kind person." Qingtong was about to leave with the meal.
Xia Qianqian asked curiously: "Where are you going? Just eat here!"
"I still have to hurry back home, eat on the way, and ask the girl to bring the bowl back another day."
Qingtong drove the carriage away. Xia Qianqian touched her stomach, feeling sorry for the tofu she had to eat tonight!
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Qing Tong drove the carriage quickly out of Yangliu Village. After leaving the village, he asked the people in the carriage: "Master, can we go slower now?"
"Yeah." Gu Changsheng sat in the carriage... eating!
He was eating the bowl of rice that Xia Qianqian had given to Qingtong. Qingtong looked back into the carriage and couldn't understand why the young master wanted to take Miss Xia's rice. Wasn't the food at the landlord's house delicious
Gu Changsheng ate slowly, mouthful by mouthful. The rice was not of good quality, a little rough. The fried tofu was OK, but lacked minced meat and oyster sauce. Most importantly... the cooking skills were not good!
"Master, is it delicious?" Qing Tong asked curiously.
"It's delicious." Gu Changsheng said. Although it wasn't as delicious as his own cooking, it was the first time he had eaten Xia Qianqian's cooking. The satisfaction in his heart was hard to describe in words.
(End of this chapter)