Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 20 Sister-in-law (4,000 words, please vote)
The fallen petals disappeared.

After I left, someone entered the bedroom and took away the blood!

Why?

Things seem to be getting weirder and weirder.

Behind him, there was a rustling sound. Gu Banxia was changing clothes.

He looked down on Gu Banxia a little. Although it was his first time seeing a bra, as long as he knew its general purpose, the metal buttons on the back, he would understand it after thinking about it.

He looked down at his chest. The white skin and the black fabric formed a strong contrast. The fabric was delicate and smooth and stuck tightly to his skin. The two strange little bowls seemed to be filled with something soft. Even if there was occasional friction, he would not feel uncomfortable. Instead, he felt a lot more relaxed because there was something holding it up.

With two small bowls in his pockets, he wouldn't feel as embarrassed as before, not to mention walking normally, even jumping around.

She could almost imagine that if the ladies knew about this dress, they would probably curse it under their breath, saying it was shameless and obscene, and then put it on silently like herself.

I really don’t know what’s going on in my son-in-law’s mind. He actually made such a vulgar thing. How shameless.

The only thing that bothered Gu Banxia was... it was too small and too tight.

Song Yan really had no way to deal with this, as what he took out was already an extra-large cup.

Song Yan was a little skeptical. In that ancient time when malnutrition was common, what on earth did Gu Banxia eat to grow so big? Cows?

After twisting her waist and adjusting herself a little, Gu Banxia adjusted her long skirt.

"Uncle, I'm fine."

Seeing Gu Banxia's blushing face, Song Yan nodded with satisfaction, but in his heart he was thinking about finding an opportunity to let Gu Banxia try on stockings.

He likes black stockings.

I have seen some spoof pictures of classical beauties wearing stockings on Douyin before, which were very tempting.

Thinking of this, Song Yan stood up and touched his stomach. His stomach was becoming more and more angry. "Take me to the kitchen and make something to eat."

Gu Banxia said, "I'll arrange for someone to make whatever you want to eat, Master."

"This is not the Song family. Madam has already told you that once you enter the Luo family, you will be the master of the Luo family. No one will dare to turn their backs on you."

Song Yan shook his head and smiled: "It's okay, I'll do it myself."

Gu Banxia had no choice but to lead Song Yan to the kitchen in the backyard.

This is the small kitchen. If the young masters and young ladies are hungry in the middle of the night, they can make some food here temporarily. Most of the time, only Luo Tianshu and Luo Tianquan will use it, after all, these two young masters often study late into the night.

Although the kitchen is small, it is fully equipped with all kinds of cooking utensils, including iron pots.

It is impossible to cook or fry food in iron pots as shown in costume TV dramas, no matter what dynasty it is. In ancient times, iron was an extremely important strategic material, and pig iron was given top priority to be supplied to the Armory and the Artisan Bureau for the manufacture of weapons and armor.

As iron smelting technology gradually improved, pig iron production increased, and agricultural tools such as hoes were also made of iron.

Ningguo was basically in this state. Occasionally, some wealthy families had their own channels and could get some pig iron to make cooking utensils, such as the Luo family. As for ordinary families, most of them used bronze, earthenware pots, etc. to cook.

It was not until the Song Dynasty that iron pots were widely used as iron smelting technology improved significantly and pig iron production exploded.

It was also with the use of iron pans that stir-frying became popular.

In Ningguo today, cooking methods commonly include steaming, boiling, braising and stewing.

The dishes are simple and the seasonings are scarce. Although they are all green and pollution-free, the taste is really hard to describe.

Gu Banxia thought that Song Yan had developed a habit of being cautious over a long period of time, but she didn't know that Song Yan really just wanted to eat something delicious.

Those fifteen years in the Duke's Mansion... fifteen years, who knows how he got through those fifteen years?
Not to mention the leftovers, even the good food we could eat during festivals tasted pretty bad, and almost everything tasted a bit bitter.

Probably because the salt is coarse and not pure enough.

But Song Yan was different, he had the best iodized salt on him.

There are thirteen spices.

Contains MSG.

There are dark soy sauce, aged vinegar, and oyster sauce...

In this era of scarce condiments, the value of these things can be imagined. If they were taken to a big restaurant, they would definitely sell for a high price.

In the Duke's Mansion, Song Yan didn't dare to take these things out, but now as a foodie, he absolutely couldn't continue to let his stomach suffer.

Thinking of this, Song Yan began to look around, wondering what to make. The staple food was relatively simple, just a pot of steamed rice.

As for the dishes, it’s a little more troublesome.

Tomatoes haven’t been introduced yet, so the classic tomato scrambled eggs can’t be made. Potatoes haven’t been grown yet, so spicy and sour potato shreds are not possible either.

Let’s make a braised pork first, then mapo tofu, boiled fish, stir-fried pork with garlic chives, garlic eggplant, sweet and sour spare ribs, and stir-fried beef... By the way, Ningguo seems to have a law that prohibits the slaughter of working oxen, but considering Luo Yuheng’s domineering behavior, it is normal for him to accidentally encounter a sick and dead cow.

Although it's a bit much, but for a stomach that has been tortured for fifteen years, it should not be a problem to eat it all... It's okay to eat too much, he has stomach-strengthening and digestion-promoting tablets.

Thinking about it this way, I find it interesting.

Gu Banxia watched silently. After a few breaths, she slowly walked to Song Yan and squatted down. Feeling the movement beside her, Song Yan looked up, grinned, and smiled at Gu Banxia.

It was the first time she saw that smile on Song Yan's face. It was pure, without any impurities. He was enjoying the process from the bottom of his heart.

At this time, Song Yan was no longer the poor young master of the Duke's Mansion, nor was he the son-in-law of the Luo family. He was just a simple big boy.

That smile was very contagious, and Gu Banxia seemed to be affected as well. The corners of her mouth curved up slightly, and she used her slender little finger to hook her long hair behind her ear and rolled up her sleeves.

With Gu Banxia's help, the progress was much faster.

With a crackling sound, Gu Banxia's nose twitched and she smelled an enticing aroma. There was only boiling lard and minced garlic in the iron pot, and the aroma was emanating from the minced garlic.

A pair of beautiful eyes couldn't help but wonder. It was just garlic, but she had never expected it to emit such a wonderful aroma. As the meat was added, the aroma became stronger and stronger. Gradually, the surprise on Gu Banxia's face became more and more intense. That strange bag must be filled with salt. Why is it so fine, snow-white, without a single speck of color, and as soft as sand?

What is that black thing? It looks a bit like fermented black bean paste, but the color is richer.

And what is that sticky black sauce? It's actually in a glass bottle. How extravagant!

Could those white particles be sugar? Isn't sugar brown in color? Why are they so white?

Besides, who adds sugar when cooking meat?

What's even more exaggerated is that she had never even seen many of the seasonings, especially those finely divided powders. As soon as they were added, the rich aroma made Gu Banxia's throat move and she swallowed the rapidly increasing saliva.

Finally, Song Yan lifted the lid of the pot, and the fragrant aroma accompanied by hot steam hit him. Looking at the brown and shiny meat in the pot, Song Yan felt a little regretful. He was not used to using the earthen stove, and his control of the heat was not very good. Some of the meat had turned brown, but overall it was still good.

Putting the braised pork on a plate, Song Yan picked up a piece with his chopsticks and handed it to Gu Banxia: "Would you like to try it?"

Gu Banxia's pretty face flushed slightly. To prevent the soup from dripping, she placed a small hand on her chin and parted her cherry lips slightly. It must be said that this action was quite seductive. If it were put in a small movie made in the island country, it would look terrible.

Song Yan thought so and secretly cursed himself for being so dirty.

Chewing in small bites, a beauty is a beauty, even when she eats, she is quite pleasing to the eye. Song Yan's lips curled up: "How is it?"

Gudong.

Swallowed.

"good to eat."

Gu Banxia gave the simplest but highest evaluation, feeling a little ashamed in her heart. She was just a maid and her cooking skills were not even as good as her brother-in-law's. It was really inappropriate.

"Huh? What delicious food are you making here?"

Just then, there was a crisp noise at the door. I looked up and saw two little heads quietly poking out from outside the kitchen. Two pairs of mischievous big eyes were looking into the kitchen cunningly.

But they were two little girls of eight or nine years old.

They look exactly the same and wear the same style of white dress. At first glance, it is absolutely impossible to tell who is who.

The third daughter of the Luo family is Luo Qingyi, and the fourth daughter is Luo Caiyi.

The Luo family seems to have a gene for giving birth to twins.

Although the two little girls are not yet grown up, they are also standard beauties, pink and tender, very cute.

Song Yan had only met these two sisters-in-law once at a wedding ceremony. In this world, the concept of sister-in-law was very general. The wife's younger sisters were collectively referred to as younger sisters-in-law, regardless of whether they were the youngest. As for the wife's older sisters, they were collectively referred to as older sisters-in-law. Therefore, Song Yan made a distinction in his mind: Luo Tianyi was the younger sister-in-law, Luo Qingyi was the younger sister-in-law, and Luo Caiyi was the younger sister-in-law.

This way you won’t make any mistakes.

"Hello, brother-in-law."

The two little girls called out very obediently, and then didn't say they wanted to eat. They just looked at the braised pork in Song Yan's hand pitifully without saying a word.

Song Yan was helpless. What could he do? Those two pairs of sparkling eyes were really lethal. He couldn't possibly compete with his two sisters-in-law for food.

He placed the plate on the small table, along with two pairs of chopsticks, and waved.

The two little girls' eyes suddenly brightened, and the next second, Song Yan felt a gust of fragrant wind blowing on his face. The two little girls had already hugged his arms, and with a "bo" sound, one on the left and one on the right, they kissed Song Yan on the face:
"Brother-in-law is so nice."

Then they happily went to enjoy the delicious food.

Looking at the rapidly decreasing amount of braised pork on the plate, Song Yan touched his face and thought it was not a bad deal.

It's only now. In two years, I estimate that she will start learning the etiquette of a lady from a wealthy family and will no longer be as frivolous as she is now. This is only the Luo family. Luo Yuheng is not a person who observes etiquette. Young ladies from other wealthy families learn etiquette at an even earlier age.

Thinking this way, Song Yan began to prepare the next dish, Mapo Tofu. His original intention was just to fill his stomach, but as he was cooking, Song Yan found that things had completely gone off track, and more and more people were in the small kitchen.

I don't know when Luo Tianyang came. This guy snatched away the last two pieces of braised pork on the plate, making the two little girls wave their fists in protest.

Luo Tianshu and Luo Tianquan also came. These two men were more well-behaved. They first called him brother-in-law, and then moved the table outside very rudely. After all, the kitchen was too small to accommodate so many people.

In the end, Luo Tianyi also came.

Seeing her second sister, Luo Qingyi greeted her happily: "Second sister, second sister, come quickly, brother-in-law cooks delicious food."

As she spoke, Luo Qingyi picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and handed it over. She was very smart and had to please her second sister. After all, her second sister was very fierce and rude. When she was naughty, her second sister would spank her little butt. Now that she had eaten her little ribs, she wanted to see if she would be embarrassed to spank herself in the future.

Can you just spank a lady's butt?

Luo Tianyi didn't take it seriously at first, but after taking a small taste, his eyes suddenly lit up. If it was accompanied by the background music of Little Chef, it would look even more like the real thing.

Then... he moved the sweet and sour pork ribs in front of Luo Qingyi in front of himself.

The little girl never expected that she would throw away the whole plate after just asking her second sister to have a piece. Her mouth pursed and she looked like she was about to cry, but she didn't have the courage to shed tears in front of her second sister. Her cheeks were puffed up, just like a little puffer fish.

Luo Tianyi's surprised look greatly satisfied Song Yan's vanity.

After all, it is quite difficult to see different expressions on Luo Tianyi's face.

The little sister-in-law Luo Caiyi was lying on the table with a satisfied expression on her face. One of her hands was gently patting her round belly: "Brother-in-law, the food you cook is so delicious. You made my belly bigger..."

Song Yan was startled and almost spit out saliva into the pot. Children really speak without restraint and dare to say anything.

Fortunately, Luo Yuheng is not here, otherwise he might have skinned him alive?

Thinking of this, Song Yan subconsciously looked up, and then met a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He silently withdrew his gaze:
It’s over.

Dead.

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