After the house was confiscated, I relied on billions of dollars in supplies to become a group favor

Chapter 148
There is a small kitchen near their courtyard, which is specially used to cook and eat food for several nearby courtyards. On weekdays, there are not many people coming in and out.

Ruan He also accidentally saw the maid who came to deliver food, so he followed her there.

The dining room is located in an independent small courtyard. On weekdays, several cooks will be busy coming and going. It is now evening, and dinner is almost ready.

The cooks were leaning on the edge of the stove chatting. When they heard someone coming in, they all raised their heads and looked over.

When they saw a strange and particularly good-looking girl, they were all slightly startled, and their attitudes improved unconsciously.

These cooks usually stay in the dining room, and they are not responsible for delivering food, so they don't recognize Ruan He.

"Girl, who are you?" The cooks must have been sure that they did not recognize this girl, otherwise they would not have had the slightest impression of such a beautiful and refined woman.

Ruan He took several pieces of broken silver in his hand and placed them quietly on the corner of the stove. He raised the corners of his lips and made a kind smile.

"I'm from a nearby yard. Can I borrow your stove? I want to use the stove to make some preserved fruits. You can watch from the side."

The cooks looked at each other in confusion. When they saw a few pieces of silver on the stove, they immediately agreed with smiles and greeted warmly: "You can use it as you like."

Anyway, they are not the only ones who can use this stove on weekdays, not to mention that they can stay nearby and watch, so they are not afraid of anything going wrong.

The most important thing is that their small kitchen only supplies a few remote courtyards nearby, and they are not in contact with Lord Zhizhou's family members on weekdays. It is not an important place.

After taking care of these cooks, Ruan He went straight back to his yard and took out a batch of fresh fruits and vegetables that had been prepared.

Seeing the many fruits here, Mrs. Mutai was also very surprised. Ruan He was originally thinking of finding a reasonable excuse to fool her, but Mu Yunxiao had already taken the lead to help her out.

"Grandma, Xiaohe and I bought these medicinal materials for the officials and bought them with money."

When Mu Yunxiao told lies, he didn't show any signs of guilt. He told the lies in a serious manner, making it impossible for anyone to find fault.

Mrs. Mutai didn't think much about it at first, not to mention that her grandson said so, so she wouldn't doubt these two people.

Ruan He paused for a moment, glanced at the serious Mu Yunxiao, and then continued following his words: "Yes, we can't finish all the vegetables and fruits. I plan to make them into preserved fruits." It is easy to carry and can be eaten on the road of exile.”

Aunt Zong was holding Mu Yuanyuan, and the little guy was holding a small tomato and looking at it curiously. Aunt Zong looked around and asked in confusion: "There isn't even a small stove in this yard, what are you planning to do?" How to do it?"

"There is a small kitchen nearby, and the cook there has agreed to lend me the stove. I will bring all the vegetables and fruits there now."

As Ruan He explained, he put all the vegetables and fruits on hand into the basket one by one.

With so many vegetables and fruits, if she had to carry them alone, she would probably have to go back and forth several times.

Aunt Zong stepped forward, brought another basket, packed up a few fruits and threw them in, and said gently: "Young lady, let me help too."

"I'm going to help too." Mrs. Mu said with a smile. Seeing her two grandchildren about to stop her, she waved her hands and said, "I am no longer the Mrs. Mrs. of the Yong'an Marquis Mansion. I just help make some preserved fruits. It’s not considered hard work.”

With one word, she clearly suppressed what her two grandchildren wanted to say to stop her, and she could only let these people go towards the dining room. "Grandma, I'm going to help too!" As soon as Mu Yunchao heard that he was going to make preserved fruit himself, he immediately showed great interest and spoke enthusiastically.

"Chao'er, just keep an eye on Yuanyuan." Mrs. Mutai warned her before leaving.

"Okay." Mu Yunchao glanced at his eldest brother, and could only shrug helplessly and muttered in agreement.

After all, Mu Yunchao is already fifteen years old, and it is not convenient for a foreigner to wander around in the backyard of Zhizhou Mansion. If he accidentally offends the female family members of Zhizhou Mansion, it will not be convenient for him to end up.

Ruan He and Aunt Zong supported Mrs. Mutai, carrying several bamboo baskets filled with fruits, and they rushed to the dining room together.

In the dining room, the cooks collected the money and naturally waited happily. When they saw Ruan He coming, they greeted him warmly.

The few cooks who were assigned to this remote dining room were naturally not taken seriously, and their monthly salary was pitiful.

The money each of them received was equivalent to several months' worth of regular money, so they naturally treated Ruan He with great attentiveness.

The cook at the head showed an eager smile, looked at the fresh fruits in the bamboo baskets, and greeted happily: "Girl, we are idle, so we can help you wash these fruits. .”

To make preserved fruits, you naturally need to wash these fruits first, peel and core them one by one. With so many fruits, it is a very laborious and tedious process.

Ruan He had already given him some money, so he naturally agreed without hesitation and handed the small bamboo basket in his hand to the cooks.

They have worked in the kitchen for so many years, making preserved fruit is not difficult, and they should know how to make it.

Mrs. Mutai also stood aside to help pass melons and fruits, and her usually kind face became more and more happy.

It can be seen that the old man rarely comes to the dining room, standing aside handing melons and fruits, his old face is filled with joy.

By the time they washed all the fruits, peeled them and removed the cores, leaving only the complete and clean pulp, it was already half an hour later.

Those cooks were already doing a good job in helping out. Ruan He smiled gently and thanked her.

Originally, making preserved fruit required boiling it with sugar water, but with their current conditions, where could the sugar water be available?

Anyway, her fruit was sweet enough without sugar water. Ruan He just soaked the fruit pulp in water for a while, then put it on the stove and started cooking it.

It only needs to be baked for a period of time before the preserved fruit is completely formed.

No one noticed that when a idle cook walked out of the dining room, she was stopped by someone outside and pulled to a corner.

The cook let out an ouch, and was pulled hard by the force, hitting a pillar on the side. She raised her head and was about to complain. When she looked up, she found that all the words she was about to say were suppressed in her stomach.

Mu Qinghong stood aside with her arms crossed, her pretty face filled with anger, which abruptly destroyed her beauty.

(End of this chapter)