"Brother Jing", Sikong Yu stepped forward and his eyes were lowered, and he gave a blessing to Sikong Jing.

After Sikong Yu finished his greeting and raised his head, Sikong Jing said, "Is Yu'er going home smooth?" His voice was like the early morning air, cool and unspeakable.

"I'm sorry, Brother Jing is worried about it, and I'm safe all the way."

"It's fine when you come back. You can go back to your room to rest. The lunch will be sent to your room."

After a few greetings, Sikong Jing turned around and left. The younger brothers and sisters who were left behind were either Sikong Xiao for a long time without saying a word, or they were young and had no impression of Sikong Yu.

Sikong Yu also felt that it was unintentional to say hello to these people. After chatting for a few casual words, he used the excuse of being exhausted and going back to his room to rest.

"The eldest lady really doesn't want to see Miss Six this year."

"After all, after all, I have experienced such a thing, no one would easily understand it."

"I saw Miss Six's face becoming more and more like Mrs. Fourth. She was carved from the same mold. How could such a eldest lady want to meet her?"

"It's still impossible to avoid the birthday party. Oh, let the manager hear that he's going to be deducted monthly money."

Several small workers chatted by the wall of the backyard of the large kitchen and then left and were busy with their own work.

After they left, Huamian flashed out from the wall on the other side.

"It's getting more and more interesting. If you're watching a drama, it feels like a time travel drama is mixed with family ethics dramas. Although it's still not clear, it's basically just that the big wife of a rich family looks down on the children she gave birth to."

Forget it, I am just a cook anyway, so I won’t have any interaction with these ladies and men.

Hua Mian patted the dust on the wall on her hand and walked towards the kitchen. It seemed that the dishes at the birthday party had to consider the various guests in addition to the protagonist.

"Xia Huamian! What are you doing?"

At lunchtime, Hua Mian was having fun eating with her own sweet and sour tenderloin, and Yang Gu walked in with a white porcelain basin.

Hua Mian saw a hint of anger from Yang Gu's face as usual. The chopsticks of picking up food stopped and watched Yang Gu walk in front of him and put the white porcelain basin on the wooden table. The soup flew out of the porcelain basin and splashed on the table.

Huamian looked down at the porcelain basin, shredded tofu, mushrooms, black agaricles, chicken, shredded bamboo shoots, eggs, brown soup... Isn't this the hot and sour soup that I just made was hot and not too late to bring it out?

"What's the problem with this soup?" Hua Mian took an empty bowl beside him and put it in a bowl. It was delicious, sweet, sweet, salty, fresh and spicy, spreading in her mouth, opening up her appetite, and feeling that she could eat an extra bowl of rice.

Seeing Hua Mian finish drinking a bowl of soup, Yang Gu asked, "What ingredients did you use in this soup?"

"I think about it." Hua Mian calculated with her fingers, "Vinegar, sugar, salt, pepper, and pepper are fruits called red horns."

"Chi pepper?" Yang Gu's tone was a bit strange. "The thorny taste in the soup, a bit hot, is it what you mean by pepper?"

"Yes," Hua Mian reacted. Yang Gu knew the taste of the peppers? "Did you secretly drink the soup I put on the stove?"

Seeing that someone around was shocked by the conversation here, she turned her head and looked at it. Yang Gu pulled out the chair and sat down, "Listen, you must not use this thing called Chili anymore."
Chapter completed!