"What are you shouting, brat?" Chen Laoshi raised his hand and made a big bang.

He lowered his voice and said, "This is the deerskin sent by my aunt. Can you listen carefully?"

"Auntie did it? Where did it happen?" Chen Xiaohe asked in a lowered voice after being hit by his father.

"You brat, do I need to explain to you where my aunt did it? If I ask you to work, do it for me. If you don't get the leather tanned well, I'll beat you to death!"

Chen Laoshi burst into laughter again angrily.

"Dad, I'm just asking." Chen Xiaohe covered his head and felt aggrieved.

"Why are you asking? You can ask about my aunt's affairs? No matter how big or small, I think you want to kneel down in the ancestral hall, right?" Chen Laoshi hit him on the head again.

Chen Xiaohe was now honest, with an aggrieved expression on his face.

But soon the aggrieved expression turned into excitement.

Chen Xiaohe stretched out his hand and touched the deer skin carefully: "Dear me, I can actually make unicorn skin!"

When he was an apprentice in a fur shop, the shopkeeper once took out a pair of tanned unicorn skins. The color and gloss of the coat were simply amazing.

He still remembered that the shopkeeper said at the time that those who learn to tan leather would be at the pinnacle of their lives if they could tan a Kirin leather in their lifetime.

Unexpectedly, he reached the peak of his life at such a young age (sixteen years old).

Chen Xiaohe hugged the deer skin excitedly. If it wasn't bloody, he would have wanted to sleep with it in his arms.

…

Early the next morning, it was still dark.

Si Shanhe and Wu set off for the county seat.

When Si Qing got up, it was already broad daylight, and there was a knock on the door outside.

Si Qing didn't want to get up, so he directed Tiger to open the door.

After a while, I heard Mrs. Zhao's voice from outside the house: "Good morning, auntie, I am Mrs. Zhao, Si Jinbai's daughter-in-law, who is here to cook for you today."

"Oh." Si Qing responded lazily.

Seeing that Si Qing didn't want to say much, Zhao went to cook first.

Last night, Mrs. Wu told her father-in-law that she was going to the county town today and asked her father-in-law to arrange a cook for her aunt.

She immediately went to beg her father-in-law, just to show her face in front of her aunt.

Because my sister-in-law, Xiao He, had shown her face in front of her aunt before, she attracted her attention, and her family's attitude towards her changed drastically.

Ms. Zhao, who was also a daughter-in-law, felt a sense of crisis. She did not seek to surpass Mr. He. After all, Mr. He was still her mother-in-law's niece. She just wanted not to be compared with Mr. He.

With this idea in mind, Mrs. Zhao worked hard and vowed to seize this opportunity to show off in front of her aunt.

For breakfast, Mrs. Zhao cooked braised pheasant meat, then heated up two cornmeal steamed buns and a bowl of thick corn porridge.

After the food was served, Si Qing took a bite and couldn't help but frown his pretty little eyebrows.

"What's wrong with my aunt?" Ms. Zhao was a little confused by her look.

"It's nothing." Si Qing shook his head, but he felt a little unhappy. This thing he made was not delicious at all.

Zhao was reluctant to add oil to the pheasant meat, so you can imagine how the meat will turn out.

In fact, I don’t blame Zhao. Oil is a valuable thing for farmers. At the end of the year, they buy some fat meat and make a few kilograms of lard, and these kilograms will be eaten until the end of the year.

Everyone is used to putting a little bit of oil in when cooking. It's okay once you get used to it, but Si Qing is picky.

Mrs. Zhao stood aside and watched Si Qing put down her chopsticks after taking one bite.

My heart skipped a beat.

He carefully looked at Si Qing's face and asked, "How does my aunt taste?"

"Not so good, Ms. Zhao, did you not put in the oil?" Si Qing looked at Ms. Zhao with a bulging face.
Chapter completed!