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

Chapter 132
Qiao Xiaomai listened to Qiao Changshun's praise of her craftsmanship with a blank expression, and silently stuffed milk buns into her mouth. She didn't say a word until the breakfast was over.

And Tong Sanlang, who said he had eaten breakfast, silently ate two bowls of bean curd amidst Qiao Changshun's rambling words.

He also tasted a few mouthfuls of bean curd sticks, and his dark eyes flashed with surprise.

He also said last night that Qiao Maimai must have other ways to make money, but he didn't expect to see it this morning.

After Qiao Changshun's words came to an end, he glanced at her pretty face, and said with a smile on his lips, "I know Miss Qiao is good at craftsmanship, so I entrust her to do it for Grandpa's [-]th birthday."

"Don't worry, the meals she cooks will definitely satisfy everyone." Qiao Changshun assured, patting his chest.

"Then let's discuss the dishes later."

"Okay, okay, let the rice wash the pot, you two go out and discuss."

Tong Sanlang looked at Qiao Maimai, "Miss Qiao, let's go out and discuss?"

Qiao Mai nodded, stood up and left the kitchen.

There is a willow tree in the yard of Qiao’s house. The willow tree has grown green leaves now, and the paper is gently swaying with the breeze. Qiao Maimai and Tong Sanlang are sitting under the willow tree, with a small wooden table beside them.

Tong Sanlang took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and took out a charcoal pencil as long as a finger, "Miss Qiao, this is the menu I drew up."

"I can't read." Qiao Mai glanced at the paper and shook his head.

"Then how did you memorize all kinds of dishes before?" Tong Sanlang asked.

"Keep it in mind." Qiao Mai raised his finger and pointed at his head.

Tong Sanlang laughed softly, "Then shall I read it to you?"

"Okay." Qiao Mai nodded.

"Because it's sixty years old, so after discussing with my grandfather, I decided to have six cold dishes, six hot dishes, six dim sum and soup, and a table with eighteen dishes in total." Tong Sanlang said, his voice was warm and pleasant, Unhurried, with a little magnetism.

"The top is cold dishes, and the first dish is cold cucumbers." Tong Sanlang said, and the charcoal pen in his hand clicked on the word cold cucumbers.

Qiao Xiaomai hummed, and her eyes fell on the paper.

Her illiteracy is just pretending, Tong Sanlang won't keep this menu, she has to look at it a few more times to deepen her memory.

But she is a literate person, when Tong Sanlang's charcoal pencil was still on the cold cucumber, she had already quickly read the entire menu.

Eighteen ways, all she can do.

She was relieved, and her eyes fell on the cucumber salad again.

"The second dish is shredded radish in cold salad. The radish was planted last year, but there are still some in the cellar at home, which is enough for the banquet." Tong Sanlang continued.

Qiao Mai nodded.

"Oh, by the way, the radish should be fried with pork belly." Tong Sanlang said again.

Qiao Xiaomai responded, and couldn't help but look down, and glanced at the pork belly with radish in the hot dish, and there was also a stewed pork ribs with radish in the soup, and she looked down again, and glanced at those soups.

This little move of hers did not escape Tong Sanlang's eyes.

Sure enough, literate.

Thinking about it, how can a person with such a magical ability conjure such a treasured sword out of thin air and take out plants that he has never seen before be illiterate?

After verifying what he thought in his mind, Tong Sanlang no longer deliberately tried to test it, but in order to prolong the contact time, he patiently read all the dishes.

At the end, he said, "Of course, this is just what I listed. Three pigs will be killed then. If you have any good dishes, just do it."

　Saburo's carefulness~(*^__^*)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)