After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Chapter 37
Xiao Fengxian sat across from Wei Zi, and picked up a steamed peony. The peony has thousands of petals, and the tender yellow stamens are delicate and beautiful. It looks pretty good. I don't know why it was thrown into the useless dustpan.

He took a bite and spit it out immediately: "It's in half."

Holding the small scissors, Wei Zi carefully cut out the petals: "Second brother still needs to study, so go back to sleep. Next August will be the Qiuwei Township Examination, so we can't slack off."

Xiao Fengxian didn't want to go back to study.

He lay beside the table of the Eight Immortals, staring at Wei Zi kneading the dough for a long time, and suddenly became interested: "It's funny, my sister-in-law gave me some glutinous rice noodles, I want to knead it too."

Wei Zi scolded: "How can I give you something to play with?"

When she refused, Xiao Fengxian reached out to grab it.

He didn't even wash his hands!
Wei Zisheng was afraid that he would dirty his big ball of glutinous rice noodles, so he had to stop him: "I'm afraid of you, I'll give you a little bit!"

She took out a small ball of glutinous rice noodles and handed it to Xiao Fengxian.

Xiao Fengxian glanced at the big basin of noodles, then at the ball of dough the size of a palm in his hand, a little dissatisfied.

In the yard, the bright and clear moon hangs over the treetops.

The jujube trees reflect the green window screens, and the chirping of spring insects is one after another, making the long night even more lonely.

After Wei Zi tossed the pot of noodles, he still couldn't squeeze out a peony flower with complete color, fragrance and taste. Either the taste was good but the steamed shape was bad, or the shape was good but extremely unpalatable. The recipe of heat and flour sugar was extremely difficult to control.

She gritted her teeth and made up again.

Xiao Fengxian spread out his palm, and in his palm stood a dough doll that had just been kneaded, and was also colored with the prepared flower juice.

The dough doll wears a single snail bun, a small white jasmine flower on the sideburns, and wears a bamboo blue cross-neck skirt. When she smiles, she looks sweet, like Wei Zi.

Xiao Fengxian hid the dough doll in her sleeve, propped her chin with one hand, and continued to watch Wei Zi busy.

Because Wei Zi wanted to practice dough modeling, a large number of failed pastries were produced in the mansion.

She couldn't bear to waste it, so she picked out those pastries that tasted good and transformed them into steamed buns, which were used as food in the house, so everyone in the Xiao family ate steamed buns from people to dogs.

Three meals a day, with pickles, for three days.

When Rong Jiarong came to visit, Xiao Fengxian was sitting in the kitchen yard fishing.

He glanced at Wei Zi who was busy in the kitchen, and was kind enough to remind Rong Jiarong to run quickly when Wei Zi came out with a plate.

The girl was smiling, with flour still on her cheeks, and she said courteously, "Brother Rong, haven't you eaten yet? Come and taste my scrap—no, my newly baked dim sum."

"Greetings to my sister-in-law, good luck to my sister-in-law!" Rong Jiarong was overjoyed when there was delicious food at the door, "Hey, why are there so many?"

"Brother Rong, eat slowly, don't choke." Seeing that Rong Jiarong was eating anxiously, Wei Zi thought it must be because he was hungry, so he brought out a big bucket from the kitchen, "Look, there are many more. This bucket is for you."

Rong Jiarong: "..."

With his mouth full, he looked in disbelief at the mountains of steamed buns piled up in the barrel.

After Wei Zi turned around and entered the kitchen, he spat out the steamed buns in his mouth and looked at Xiao Fengxian: "Why, your family has changed to selling steamed buns?!"

Fish floats.

Xiao Fengxian caught a fish and didn't bother to talk to him.

He didn't know that the little widow was a stubborn person before, and now he can only pray that she quickly masters the craft of dough modeling, otherwise, the whole family will only be able to eat steamed buns for the rest of their lives!
A few more days passed.

Rong Jiarong heard that Wei Zi had finally succeeded, and that the Xiao Mansion no longer mass-produced flower-cut steamed buns, so he dared to visit again.

kitchen.

Rong Jiarong stared at the Eight Immortals table.

On the table is not only a lifelike dough sculpture peony, but also a bunch of crystal clear cherries, which look real at first glance.

"It's all made of pasta and sugar," Wei Zi introduced, "This bunch of cherries is full of ingredients. I used half a basket of real cherries to make such a small bunch. It tastes full of sweet and sour cherries. Fragrant. I plan to put this noodle dish on Ziqi Donglai's menu, half a tael per serving."

Rong Jiarong studied closely for a long time, and said earnestly: "You made the cherries into cherries, and you even put them on the plate in a way that I can't afford... Good luck, my sister-in-law really pays attention to people!"

Wei Zi's cheeks were slightly red.

Holding a small handkerchief, she shyly said, "Brother Rong, this is called art."

After mastering the dough figurine technique, Wei Zi went to the restaurant again.

The restaurant is temporarily closed, and it is constructing according to the drawings. In just a few days, a new floor has been added. The craftsmen are working barebacked. Boss Zuo can't help but come to help them in the countryside. He is cooking for them with Qingju Tea.

Wei Zi taught Zuo Hualing the skills of dough modeling, and said: "You can't handle it all by yourself. In the past two months, slowly pick a cook with good character and train her carefully. From now on, let her be in charge of the noodles in the restaurant." point."

Zuo Hualing readily agreed, glanced at Boss Zuo, and whispered with a smile: "When I was cooking last night, my father was talking to himself next to me. I listened carefully, and he turned out to be teaching me how to cook."

"He is finally willing to pass on Zuo's food to you?" Wei Zi was pleasantly surprised.

"Isn't it? The old man didn't want to save face and refused to teach me publicly, so he told me how to cook in that muttering way. Do you think it's funny? I'm old, and I'm the only daughter, and I have to hold her." The old rule of passing on the male but not the female' is still in place, and I don't know what it means."

The two were talking, and Boss Zuo passed by with a kettle.

Zuo Hualing said crisply: "Father, continue to teach me tonight!"

"You girl!" Boss Zuo blushed, "I don't understand what you're talking about!"

Zuo Hualing: "I've taught you everything, why are you still hiding it?"

"Fart, I... I was discussing cooking skills with my ancestors! My eyes have been opened, and I can see my ancestors! You are a girl, you have no skills, you are not as good as your son, after all It’s useless! At such an advanced age, I don’t want to get married, and I spend all day in restaurants doing business, asking my elders to worry about you!”

The old man seemed to be stubborn.

Wei Zirou said: "Rules are dead, people are alive. Nowadays, there are not many women who show their faces, like Mrs. Zhang from Yingzhou, who has become the richest man in Yingzhou even though she is a woman. Or boss Yuhehuanyu, She has become the best matchmaker in our Lingzhou City at a young age, she is amazing! Maybe in the future, women can also hold up half the sky. Old man, you should look forward."

"Bullshit!"

Boss Zuo blew his beard and stared: "I see, you just haven't suffered. When the restaurant can't go on, you will know that it is better for your daughter to marry. Marry a man, marry a man, dress and eat, marry a husband and have a son. You are the only ones to rely on in this life!"

He shook his head and continued to make tea.

(End of this chapter)