"Miss, you are here."
As soon as Ming Jiuge entered, the lady cook came out from behind the stove to ask for peace.
"Well, I want to use the small kitchen, you go down first."
Ming Jiuge nodded.
"What does the young lady need to do? Don't you need an old slave? This kitchen is dangerous, the young lady needs to be careful when she is alone."
"I know, it's okay, just make some snacks, nothing will happen, you go out first, Xiaoqing, you also go out with you, I'll call you in again when you're done."
"Yes."
"Yes, miss."
After sending the two off, Ming Jiuge hurriedly called out the beast, to be precise, Qingteng.
"How? Are you all selected?"
"Don't worry, the host, this system is going to work by yourself, there are still things that can't be done."
The beast shook Qingteng's body, floated to the kitchen table, and took out several kinds of food from the space.
Among them was Ming Jiuge’s favorite egg tart. Regardless of the others, Ming Jiuge stepped forward and swallowed a piece.
"Really tasty."
The space has the function of maintaining the freshness of food, what it looks like when it is put in, and what it looks like when it is taken out.
For example, the egg tart that Ming Jiuge just ate, the beast was still steaming when he took it out.
"That's natural, the host, can you look at these small snacks? I don't understand your girls' tastes, but these are dairy products. The host's girls and friends will like it very much."
"I'm not so sure about that."
Ming Jiuge hesitated.
"Although milk is already available in this continent, it is not popular. It seems that only the concubines in the palace and some high-ranking ladies can get it. They are only used for drinking. As for eating, I have never seen it. Who made this milk into food."
"Let's do it, just to be on the safe side, you can help me pick out some more biscuits, and make them look cute."
Girls always have no resistance to cute things. They have better taste and style.
"Good!"
The beast stepped into the space to help Ming Jiuge pick it up.
And Ming Jiuge is playing with the desserts they just took out, making them look not so modern, so as not to be suspicious by others.
If Meng Qinglian and Song Biluo’s response is good today, Ming Jiuge decides to put this into the store
go with.
If she remembered correctly, there seemed to be a group of dairy cows on the grassland behind the mountain. This would directly solve the milk problem. If others were suspicious, she could push them all to Zhenbao Pavilion.
Ah, to have such a powerful backer is really an unpleasant thing.
…
One person and one system stayed a lot in the kitchen, and the two had a beautiful meal. When the time was almost up, Ming Jiuge raised his hand and slightly tossed his hair, and fiddled around in the small kitchen. An illusion of just running out.
After confirming that there were no mistakes, Ming Jiuge opened the door to the small kitchen.
As soon as the door was opened, Mrs. Cook and Xiao Qing stood at the door with serious faces, as if she had made some major weapon inside.
"Ahem, Xiaoqing."
Ming Jiuge coughed twice.
"Miss, you are out."
Xiaoqing stepped forward.
"Well, I have everything ready to eat. It's in the kitchen. I will go back and clean up. You will carry the dessert to our yard, and then make a pot of good tea."
Ming Jiuge said, carrying the frame.
"Yes."
"Ok."
After the order was over, Ming Jiuge bypassed Xiaoqing and left the small kitchen.
In fact, eating dessert with milk tea is the best, but she can't directly take out the milk in front of many people, only to see if there is a chance for a while.
…
It was the afternoon in a blink of an eye, and it was time for Meng Qinglian and Song Biluo to come home after counting the time.
Ming Jiuge was sitting in the courtyard drinking tea and thinking, the wooden board on the swing not far away had been replaced with a new one.
When Ming Jiuge was thinking about it, a small servant trot in to report:
"Miss, Miss Meng and Miss Song are here."
"Here, please invite them in."
"Yes."
The young man took the order.
"Xiaoqing, go and boil a pot of boiling water, and then bring me a white box in the warehouse."
Ming Jiuge turned his head and ordered.
"Yes."
Not long after giving instructions to Xiaoqing, Meng Qinglian and Song Biluo entered.
Meng Qinglian is at the front and Song Biluo is behind. Both of them are among the best and delicate. Among them, Meng Qinglian has a lively personality and a cute appearance, while Song Biluo is a well-known lady who knows well, speaks softly, and looks gentle and generous. , Indifferent and quiet.
Both their appearances are very deceptive, but only Ming Jiuge, a friend who grew up with them since childhood, knows their true personalities.
Meng Qinglian looks immature, cute, innocent and deceptive, but in fact she is a little devil. She has a lot of ideas since she is little.
Song Biluo looks gentle and gentle, with a bully image of a bun, but in fact he is a person with extreme indifference in his bones. There are basically no things and people that can attract her attention. She has a cold attitude towards everything, and she is a full-fledged imperial sister. .
It is also a miracle that two people with outstanding personalities can become good friends with a soft persimmon like Ming Jiuge.
Looking at the two people who came here, Ming Jiuge smiled.
"Why is it so slow, I have to send someone to invite you two."
"We came here as soon as we had lunch, which is not too slow."
Meng Qinglian said.
"If we are too slow, I won't see you looking for us."
Song Biluo opened his mouth somewhat displeased.
"Yes, yes, it's all my fault. Sit down quickly. I will prepare delicious food for you."
During the speech, the two of them had already walked to the stone table and took their seats one after another.
On the table are the small desserts that Ming Jiuge prepared in advance, but after her processing, they can no longer see the original appearance.
It is very inconspicuous on the table, and there is no special fragrance, I can only say that I have never seen it before.
"No way, I've just used it for lunch and I'm full, but I can eat it anyway."
Meng Qinglian waved her hand and refused. The cook in the mansion made a lot of her favorite food at noon today, and she still couldn't support it until now.
"You seem to be a little different from before."
Song Biluo didn't eat anything, but squinted at Ming Jiugedao.
After Ming Jiu Ge, Meng Qinglian and Song Biluo were both smart people and very familiar with her. Among them, Song Biluo was more adept at observing, so she was not surprised that Song Biluo could see her changes at a glance.
Thinking of this, Ming Jiuge smiled relaxedly.
"Yeah, if I am the same as before, then you should mourn at my funeral now instead of sitting here and drinking afternoon tea with me."
"Bah, baah, what nonsense!"
Meng Qinglian poked a few times in displeasedness.
(End of this chapter)