The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 1117 Proposed Competition (Fifth)

Mrs. Zhang wanted to make trouble, but Tong Sanlang still said the same thing, "Mother, you know what you have done, but if you have a better attitude towards Mai, the relationship will definitely not be as bad as it is now."

"And don't mention the past, as long as you treat Maimai kindly in the future, then she and I will respect you respectfully."

Qiao Xiaomai said that as long as his family can change, then she will recognize them.

This sentence is still valid today.

He knew that Tong Xingda and Mrs. Zhang were plotting secretly. As a son, he wanted to persuade him, "Father, mother, as long as you change, everything will be in time."

"Shut up! I've seen through you a long time ago, unfilial bastard! I'm your mother, let me bow to that bitch, there's no way!" Mrs. Zhang ignored Tong Sanlang's words, and rushed over to scratch Tong Sanlang s face.

She is an elder, why should she bow her head to a junior?
Besides, now that she has a careful plan to kill Qiao Mai, she won't bow her head!

Zhang's attack was fierce, but Tong Sanlang had no choice but to dodge.

This time he didn't deal with Mrs. Zhang too much, and said as he walked towards the door, "Father, mother, no matter what, I am your own son. From the bottom of my heart, I still hope that you will be well. If you go home now, grandpa will not take you." How are you doing?"

"Stop talking nonsense, don't run!" Mrs. Zhang hurried to chase him.

Seeing this, Tong Sanlang's eyes dimmed, he pursed his lips, and strode away.

Mrs. Zhang trotted to chase him, but no matter how she accelerated, she was still two meters away from him.

Seeing him driving the carriage away, he stopped panting.

Mrs. Zhang gasped for a few breaths, turned around and went back to the inn.

In the small courtyard of the inn, Bai Zhi was standing with a noble lady. The noble lady looked at her forty years old, with fair skin and graceful temperament.

Bai Zhi asked with a smile, "Madam Zhao, what do you think of Tong Sanlang?"

The noble lady known as Mrs. Zhao showed a satisfied look on her face, "Yes, she is a rare young man."

"He is also very good at martial arts, and his family background is not poor." Bai Zhi said again.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zhao glanced at Mrs. Zhang and Tong Xingda, with a contemptuous look on her face, "My Zhao family doesn't care if the family is poor, as long as they are good."

"He's absolutely nice." Bai Zhi patted her chest as a guarantee.

"Then follow the plan." Mrs. Zhao curled her lips.

Da'an Palace.

Tong Sanlang stood in front of Yang Wenxiao, and reported the situation just now, "There are people in the room, and the smell should be two women, but I don't know who they are."

"Ask Xiaobai to find out." Yang Wenxiao waved his hand, "Don't think too much, go back and continue to conceive the novel."

Tong Sanlang should be, and bowed out of the hall.

When he returned to the apse, Qiao Maimai was nowhere to be seen. After asking the maid, he found out that Qiaomai went to the imperial dining room to learn knife skills and plate arrangement from the chef.

For this culinary competition, she can be said to be very caring.

Shen Youxiang didn't keep her waiting. Two days later, when the morning court was over, Shen Youxiang went to Emperor Yong'an, expressing his desire to learn cooking skills with Qiao Maimai, and asked Emperor Yong'an and Yang Wenxiao to be the judges.

He put the place of the competition at the gate of the city, and invited civil and military officials to watch it together.

Emperor Taishang, Emperor Yong'an, and all civil and military officials, this battle is big enough.

Emperor Yong'an waited for a long time, and immediately agreed.

(End of this chapter)