There is room for the blessed girl in the farm: farming, picking up treasures and marrying the princ

Chapter 116
The next morning Qianyi got up early, washed out the soaked glutinous rice and red beans yesterday, then added water to the pot, and started to simmer slowly. The pot of Laba porridge lasted for an hour.

Qian Yi couldn't help drooling after the strong fragrance came out.

Brothers can't concentrate on practicing martial arts in the yard, the aroma of this porridge is really too craving.

Even Mo Beixuan pursed his lips, this Laba porridge really smelled sweet.

When Qianyi cooked the porridge, cut a plate of pickled vegetables, and called everyone to eat, the brothers were the fastest.

"Sister, give us a taste, give us a taste." All the monkeys were anxious as if they hadn't eaten for a long time.

Gao Cuilan couldn't help laughing and cursing: "A bunch of bastards, I never saw you so anxious when I was cooking porridge. Your sister's cooking is so delicious."

"Mother, don't say that, my sister's cooking is really delicious, it's really delicious."

How could Gao Cuilan not know, the fragrance was wafting there, she just said something casually.

"Yiyi, your cooking skills are better than mine, do you think our family..." Gao Cuilan bumped Qian Yi.

Qian Yi groaned inwardly, mother is trying to blame her.

"Hehe... Mother, I will also order these fresh ones. I still have to eat your meal. I just like the rice cooked by mother."

Gao Cuilan curled her lips into a smile, and tapped Qian Yi's forehead with her finger.

"You ghost girl, let mother taste the delicious porridge made by our Yiyi."

Qianyi gave the bowl to Gao Cuilan.

Gao Cuilan took a sip, let alone the taste.

"Hmm... not bad, it really tastes delicious, soft and sweet, and sticky in the mouth."

Mo Beixuan remained silent, because he was already drinking the third bowl.

With such delicious porridge, who would waste his mouth talking, eating more is the kingly way.

After eating, everyone still had more to say.

"Sister, when will you still make this porridge?"

Qian Yi smiled and looked at her brothers.

"What? Do you still want to drink?"

"Yeah." The brothers nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

"Just wait, I will do it for you when I want to do it."

The brothers...were wilted in an instant.

"Okay, when we move to a new house, I will teach my mother, and the four of them, if you want to eat, let them make it for you."

"Sister and brother love you so much, tell me, when will we move there?" Sheng Shiro asked happily.

As for this question, Qian Yi counted the days.

"Well, the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month is a good day, completely suitable for housewarming."

"That sister, let's tell our parents, let's move there on the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month."

"Yes, but do you have to inform grandpa and uncle about this housewarming?"

"That's for sure, not only to inform them, but we also have to hold a housewarming banquet."

Hearing what Sheng Dalang said, Qian Yi simply asked her elder brother to do it.

"Brother, you should go and inform us that we will hold a housewarming banquet on the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month, and let everyone in the village come to eat."

"It's okay, sister, this matter is on the elder brother's shoulders." Sheng Dalang assured, patting his chest.

The whole village knew about this in just a few days. Qianyi's family was going to move to a new house on the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month, and then held a housewarming banquet, inviting everyone to eat.

It's been a long time since there was a banquet in this village, let alone really thinking about it.

Two days before the approach, Sheng Dalang took Sheng Erlang to the town to hire a cook, and then built a temporary stove at his new home, took money from Gao Cuilan, and followed the cook to buy what he needed.

(End of this chapter)