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

Chapter 980 It Doesn't Taste Good
The family chatted casually on the mahjong table, Yang Hao played a few rounds for Yang Zheng, and won a few taels of the monthly money that Yang Zheng lost.

Yang Zheng's daily food and clothing expenses are taken care of by someone. He is young, and his monthly allowance is only 100 taels. Seeing his father now, he has won back a little bit, and a smile appeared on his little face.

Better than nothing.He also wants to reward his subordinates on a daily basis.

After the dinner was ready, the family didn't move the place, and ordered people to remove the mahjong, and then set the meal.

Yang Hao brought back two chickens and two baskets of eggs, one of which was stewed, and the eggs were steamed eggs.

Yang Hao smelled the fragrance, sighed slightly, and couldn't help but said, "This should be stewed by Qiao Mai."

It is obviously different from the one made by Qiao Maimai.

As he spoke, he started to serve the soup, and first gave it to Emperor Yong'an, and then to Yao Xian, "Father, Queen, please try it."

Emperor Yong'an and Yao Xian stretched out their hands to take it. At this time, Feng Huihui made a move and filled a bowl for Yang Hao and Yang Zheng. Yang Hao looked at the amber chicken soup in front of him, and looked at Da Qi, the most honorable couple, with a smile on his face. "Father, mother, are you satisfied with the taste?"

Emperor Yong'an heard the words, took another sip with a spoon.

Yao Xian did the same thing, took another sip, and then looked at Yang Hao suspiciously, "This taste is better than ordinary ones, but it's not so good, is it?"

"Huh?" Hearing this, Yang Hao was surprised, and hurriedly picked up a spoon and took a sip.

The taste is not as good as that made by Qiao Mai, but compared with the previous craftsmanship of Yushanfang, the taste is not improved by 01:30.

Emperor Yong'an said, "Yes, the taste is quite good, but it's not as good as you described."

Yang Zheng was already drinking at this time, and he blinked his eyes wide after drinking, "Daddy, this taste is not as good as the chicken soup made by the Imperial Dining Room yesterday!"

Looking into his big clear eyes, Yang Hao couldn't help throwing away the spoon, and directly picked up the small bowl and put it to his mouth to drink.

The chicken soup tastes delicious and the color is attractive. Although it is not as good as Qiao Mai's craftsmanship, it is indeed better than the previous craftsmanship of Yushanfang!

Feng Huihui also served a bowl to taste at this time, and looked at Yang Hao after finishing, "Your Highness, this taste..."

A look of hesitant speech.

My husband went on a long trip, and finally brought back two chickens and two baskets of eggs, and asked the people in the imperial dining room to make them with great interest, wanting to taste delicious food with his family.

But the taste of this...

She really didn't want to dampen Yang Hao's interest, but felt her conscience and said that the taste is really not as good as the craftsmanship of the Imperial Dining Room.

What Emperor Yong'an and Yao Xian said was euphemistic, what Yang Zheng said was the truth.

Yang Hao "..."

He finished his small bowl and filled another bowl. The taste was indeed delicious!

Why is there such a big difference between his family's taste and his own when he just traveled far away?
"I think it's quite delicious." His eyes flicked from Yong'an Emperor Yao Xian and Feng Huihui one by one, and finally stopped on Yang Zheng, "Zheng'er, is the chicken soup you usually drink better than this? "

"It's delicious!" Yang Zheng nodded firmly, "Why don't you let them make a portion now, and Dad will know after he tastes it."

"Listen to Zheng'er, make a copy now." Yao Xian spoke, and she gave a few instructions to the maid standing beside her, who immediately went to do it.

To be honest, Yao Xian had a prejudice against Qiao Xiaomai, she was just a little village girl, and she couldn't do anything good.

But his youngest son, Yang Ye, regarded this little village girl as a treasure, and even brought her some dried sweet potatoes that looked like rat droppings for her to eat.

Forget it, later the Supreme Emperor actually ran over!

(End of this chapter)