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

Chapter 236 She won the bet
Qiao Xiaomai blinked, a little in disbelief, "Princess...she really left?"

"Of course, don't worry, she won't come over to disturb you." Yang Ye waved his big hand, turned his gaze to the stove, and his phoenix eyes, which were still somewhat sharp, turned into crescent moons, "Come on, let's talk The meal you made just now."

When Qiao Mai heard this, his eyes moved to the stove.

Four dishes, one soup and one dim sum, only some of the braised pork is left, and all the others are gone.

Yang Ye walked over carelessly, picked up a plate, put all the dozen pieces of braised pork on the plate, and then jumped off the high platform, "Come, let's talk in this king's yard."

"Your little lover is coming too."

Hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai raised her eyes to look at Tong Sanlang.

Tong Sanlang was also looking at her, with a calm expression, but the meaning in his eyes was obvious, as long as she spoke, he would follow her wherever she went.

Pursing his lips, Qiao Mai said, "Let's go together."

Tong Sanlang hummed.

So the two followed Yang Ye and walked towards the dormitory area.

There are many empty yards in the dormitory area of ​​Bailu Academy, which were prepared for the nobles who came to visit Dean Gu. Now Yang Ye lives here. The colorful flowers look very quiet and elegant.

After sitting down and serving tea, Yang Ye put the plate aside, took the handkerchief handed over by the maid and wiped his hands, then looked at Qiao Xiaomai, with a faint smile and undisguised interest on his handsome face.

Now he has confirmed that Qiao Mai's skill has indeed improved compared to last time.

After eating more than a dozen pieces of braised pork, he didn't feel bored at all.

He rarely touched this kind of fatty meat in the past, and even if he did, he would feel tired after eating one or two pieces, so he had to drink tea or eat fruit to relieve his boredom.

"Miss Qiao, do you have any secret recipe for cooking?" He asked directly.

"No." Qiao Mai replied without hesitation.

"When the folk girls were cooking just now, they used all ordinary things."

"So, it's all about your craftsmanship?" Yang Ye raised his eyebrows, leaned on the chair, rested his right hand on the armrest and dragged his chin, put his left hand on his thigh, and tapped his fingers casually.

This is his habitual action when thinking.

Qiao Xiaomai lowered her eyes, "What folk girls know is only some superficial skills that cannot be put on the table."

"Tsk, making those ordinary things more delicious than delicacies from mountains and seas, is that what you call shallow craftsmanship?" Yang Ye snorted, "Come on, don't you just want to reject me, I know what you mean."

Qiao Xiaomai raised her voice when she heard this, what did Yang Ye mean by that?
"Well, you only need to tell me two things. I won't pursue what happened last time. How about it?"

"What's the matter?" Qiao Mai asked holding his breath.

"One is your cucumber with red oil just now, how did you make the red oil." Yang Ye raised his left hand and shook his slender fingers.

"The other one is your cake, how is that made?"

"Don't worry, I don't want these two prescriptions for nothing, and I will give you money as compensation."

Qiao Xiaomai lowered her eyes, and her heart slowly fell back in her throat.

Everything she has done today can be called a risky act.

It now appears that she won the bet.

Her arrogance with Bai Zhi today was ignored by Yang Ye under the cover of her superb cooking skills.

She won.

(End of this chapter)