Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 397 Don't Compete for Steamed Bread (Three Shifts)

The other women on the side were all whispering.

Tan stood there with a dark face, staring at the wooden barrel with pig intestines in disgust.

Seeing this, Yang Ruoqing stood up.

"What's on the table that can't be on the table? Pig intestines, pig tongue, pig heart, etc., are all grown on pigs, and there is no distinction between three, six, and nine."

Yang Ruoqing said in a clear voice.

She glanced at Yang Shi.

"Let me use an analogy. Second mother, you have a horse's face on top and two buttocks underneath."

"It doesn't matter if it's your face or your butt, it's all the flesh that grows from your body."

"Then do you think it's your face that matters? Or your butt?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Yang's stem raised his neck: "The face is used to show people, of course, the face is what matters!"

Yang Ruoqing said: "It turns out that the second mother is a person who cares about her butt!"

"Without the butt, what are you sitting on the stool, second mother? Those two leg bones can't stab you to death?"

Yang thought about it, yes.

He quickly changed his words: "Then I want a butt!"

Yang Ruoqing nodded suddenly: "Oh... so the second mother is shameless!"

Yang was stunned.

Why does this sound a little wrong?

Before she could turn her head around, the other women on the side couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Only then did Yang Shi realize that she was trapped by Yang Ruoqing.

She gritted her teeth angrily, stomping her feet and cursing.

"Damn fat girl, are you stumbling me with words?"

Yang Ruoqing looked innocent: "I said it first, let's make an analogy!"

"So that the second mother understands that pig intestines are not something that is not on the table."

"It's the same ingredients, the taste is not good, that's because the person in charge didn't grasp it well!" she said.

"Qing girl, I love to hear this!"

Sister-in-law Huang couldn't help but talk.

She is the person in charge of this banquet, and she is also the lady in charge of the ten miles and eight villages.

Don't care about the wedding banquet, she will handle it.

The sister-in-law of the Huang family came out and said to everyone, "My mother's grandfather worked in the backyard kitchen of a royal mansion in Beijing when he was young."

The women on the side listened with their eyes wide open, and even the expression on Mrs Tan's face softened a little.

The sister-in-law of the Huang family continued: "When I was a child, I often heard my grandfather talk about the chef of the palace, and the most talked about was the dishes made by the chef."

"Hey, he flies in the sky, runs on the ground, swims in the water..."

"Countless delicacies of mountains and seas, delicious food!"

"One of them uses pig intestines as ingredients!"

"Pig intestines? No way!" Mrs. Yang interrupted Huang's sister-in-law.

"We don't even eat such a dishonest thing on the table, so why are the nobles in the capital rare? It's a joke!"

Yang shi shook his head as he spoke, with a look of disbelief.

The sister-in-law of the Huang family said sternly, "Second sister-in-law, it's not right for you to say that."

"As Qing girl just said, it's all the ingredients of pigs. If we don't eat it, it's because the way of doing it is not in place."

"How can the cooking skills of the chef of the royal family be comparable to that of our Zhuang family?" Huang's sister-in-law asked.

The women on the side nodded in agreement.

Even Mr. Tan's expression was a little loose, and when he looked at the wooden barrel, the disgust in his eyes was a little less.

Yang Shi also glanced at the wooden barrel with pig intestines and sneered.

"Okay, just take what you said, sister-in-law of the Huang family. Pig intestines are ingredients and can be used on the table."

"But that can only be done by the chef of the palace!"

"A bowl of pig intestines, maybe a bunch of good things in ginseng bird's nest, not to mention pig intestines, even pig manure can be put on the table!"

"But Fatty dumping this pig's intestines is a blind and disgusting person! It's better to dump it as soon as possible, and everyone will be clean!" Yang said.

The Huang family's sister-in-law was blocked by Yang's and was speechless.

All the women looked at Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing raised her head and glanced at Yang Shi indifferently.

"Second mother, don't make a dog look down on others!"

"Since I bought this bucket of pig intestines, I must be able to make delicious dishes!" she said.

Yang Shi snorted and looked at Yang Ruoqing sideways.

"Don't brag about that, if you really have that skill, come and compete with my Lan'er in cooking?" Mr. Yang said.

Yang Ruoqing was startled.

He looked at Yang Ruolan.

I saw Yang Ruolan looking at her with a provocative expression.

Yang Ruoqing was secretly surprised.

Isn't this cousin who never touches the sun with her fingers?

When did you learn to cook?

"What? Let's talk about it. If you really want to be serious, you will be cowardly?"

Over there, Mr. Yang asked loudly.

Yang Ruoqing snorted: "Compared, who is afraid of whom?"

"However, the competition without the lottery is boring!"

Yang Shi immediately turned his attention to Yang Ruolan.

Yang Ruolan held the handkerchief in her small hands and coughed lightly.

She knew it was her turn to appear.

The lotus step moved lightly, and the willow waist gently swayed forward.

Yang Ruolan's soft voice sounded: "Our sisters, family first, second in the competition."

"It doesn't matter who wins or loses, we are all good sisters..."

Yang Ruoqing waved her hand and interrupted Yang Ruolan's words.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's get to the point. What's the reward for losing? What's the penalty for winning?"

Yang Ruolan's pretty face blushed slightly, and a trace of anger flashed across her eyes.

But then cover it up.

Wonderful eyes flowed, he pondered for a while, and opened his mouth again.

"If I win and my sister loses, my sister promises me one thing."

"Kneel at the door of my aunt's house for half an hour, and then buy a dog of the same breed as Wang Cai to honor my aunt."

"I'm willing to admit defeat, does my sister dare to do it?" Yang Ruolan asked.

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes.

Kneel for half an hour?

Pay for a dog?

This is not only corporal punishment, but also makes him feel inferior to Yang Huamei, who has made mistakes.

At the same time, Yang Ruolan can successfully please Tan and Lao Yangtou.

This damn green tea bitch, scheming bitch!

"I am willing to accept the bet, I will accept the bet." Yang Ruoqing said.

When Yang Ruolan saw her answer, a sneer sneered at the corner of her lips.

"If you lose, cousin Lan'er, what would you do?" Yang Ruoqing asked back.

Yang Ruolan shook her head gently.

She will not lose.

"If I lose, let my sister punish me," she said.

"Don't talk about it, I asked my cousin to eat si, and you will go too?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Yang Ruolan's face changed slightly.

He quickly changed his words and said: "The premise is naturally there, it must not be murder and arson, or something that is indecent..."

Yang Ruoqing smiled meaningfully.

Rest assured, your requirements will be met.

On the side, Mr. Sun was anxious.

Can't help but whispered to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, let's not fight for that tone, shall we?"

Yang Ruoqing hooked her lips, "I won't admit it if I don't fight for steamed buns."

Mr. Sun didn't know what to do, and looked at Mrs. Tan for help.

"Mother, please say something, the family is going back and forth, it's boring..."

Tan shi raised his hand and twiddled his hair calmly.

"Let them compare, today is a happy day, it's not bad to play around and add fun!"

Tan's Road.

(End of this chapter)