Song Yutong recognized that the chicken soup was specially left by her to cook noodles, but Cheng Xiuwen made the noodles, so she was a little surprised.
"You made it, I have to try it." Song Yutong remembered that when Cheng Xiuwen first arrived, although he was grateful to her, he was still a bit unruly.
I always think that cooking is just the simplest thing, and it is not difficult to cook delicious food.
So Song Yutong thought that Cheng Xiuwen should have two skills in cooking. After all, both Nai Tuanzi and Cheng Hanyan had praised Cheng Xiuwen's cooking as being much more delicious than Cheng Hanyan's.
It is precisely because of this that Song Yutong always thought that Cheng Xiuwen's cooking skills should be good.
She immediately had great expectations for the bowl of noodles in front of her.
But when the noodles were eaten, the soft and watery texture was very strange, and it even spoiled such a delicious chicken soup.
There were even noodles that were as hard as sun-dried dough and she couldn't chew them. They tasted very cumbersome and were ruining her stomach. She couldn't eat them after just one bite.
Song Yutong put down the bowl, picked up a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth.
"Did you cook this?" Song Yutong had doubts about Cheng Xiuwen's "good cooking skills".
Cheng Xiuwen suddenly blushed, as if thinking of the big words he had said, he felt very embarrassed for a moment.
He twirled his fingers awkwardly and hesitated to explain.
"So this is what you had for lunch?" Although Song Yutong was questioning, she was already sure.
Not wanting to make her child sad, Song Yutong reached out and patted Cheng Xiuwen's head gently, then picked up a bowl of stomach-crushing noodles and ate it.
"Xiuwen, do you want to learn cooking?" Song Yutong put down the bowl and turned to look at the ashamed Cheng Xiuwen.
Cheng Xiuwen suddenly looked up when he heard her words, and then he realized that his sister-in-law had already finished the bowl of noodles he made. His heart suddenly felt warm and swelled, and he suddenly felt that his sister-in-law was as good as his mother.
He nodded heavily. At this moment, he wanted to learn cooking skills so that he could make delicious meals.
Even if the sister-in-law is away and has no time to cook, at least everyone can eat delicious food.
"Let me teach you when I have time!"
In Song Yutong's opinion, the noodles made by Cheng Xiuwen were indeed not delicious, but Cheng Hanyan also heard that Cheng Xiuwen made the noodles by himself after watching others make them. He had never learned from others.
Cheng Hanyan's parents passed away suddenly, and he never taught these two children any cooking skills.
How to cook the rice, cook the vegetables, and make them into edible food is all up to them to figure out on their own.
Therefore, Cheng Xiuwen has been cooking so many times that he can count it on two palms, but he is able to make something that can be eaten. He obviously has a little bit of talent.
If you train them, you might be able to bring out a little chef.
"Really?" Cheng Xiuwen's eyes sparkled brightly when Song Yutong was teaching him how to cook.
"Really, you have to study hard." Song Yutong rudely took the finished bowl and washed it in Cheng Xiuwen.
She opened the cellar in the kitchen and went down, actually taking out the vegetables she had grown before from the system space to see how much was left to supply to the shopkeeper.
Song Yutong tidied up for a while and walked out of the cellar, and happened to bump into Ji Chengan coming in from outside.
When he saw Song Yutong, his eyes lit up and he spoke rudely.
"Hurry up and make me something to eat. The noodles your uncle makes are really..." Ji Chengan didn't say the rest.
But Song Yutong also knew clearly that there would be nothing good to say about him.
"You think Xiuwen's cooking is not delicious, why don't you make it yourself?"
Although Song Yutong felt the same way herself, she was still very defensive in front of outsiders.
Ji Chengan couldn't be allowed to treat her family members as his servants so naturally, and they had to rely on him and serve him in everything.
Ji Chengan didn't say anything, but lowered his head and put his hand into his arms and took out a wad of banknotes.
He counted three and put them on the table: "This is the reward I promised you. Then I took another banknote and photographed it on the three. Can I order?"
The corners of Song Yutong's lips twitched, but she soon put on a smile, showing the look of someone obsessed with money.
"Okay, what do you want to eat? These are the only dishes at home, just take a look." Song Yutong walked over immediately and put the four banknotes into his purse.
This one is worth one thousand taels, and the four of them are worth four thousand taels in total. She became rich overnight.
Ji Chengan waved his hand, indicating that Song Yutong could do whatever he wanted.
At the same time, the Man-Han banquet system found the right opportunity and jumped out, releasing two new dishes in succession, both of which were medicinal meals and one of which was medicinal tea.
Song Yutong was speechless and asked her to do the task every chance she got.
But there was nothing wrong with it. Song Yutong immediately found the ingredients needed to make the medicinal diet and started to prepare it.
Since it would take a little longer to make herbal meals, Song Yutong made some pre-dinner desserts for Ji Chengan to soothe his stomach first.
After an hour passed, Song Yutong finally prepared three dishes, two of which were medicinal meals, and one was an ordinary dish without soup, but he prepared a herbal tea after the meal.
Ji Chengan was very satisfied with his meal. After finishing the meal, he put down his chopsticks and left.
Song Yutong left all the chores to Cheng Xiuwen and went back to the house to count the money.
It was already evening when Cheng Hanyan came back. Song Yutong had prepared dinner and hadn't seen anyone yet, so he wanted to wait at the entrance of the village.
But then, halfway through the walk, he met Cheng Hanyan who was coming back from town.
"Why are you out at this time?" Cheng Hanyan saw Song Yutong walking alone on the road, with neither Naituanzi nor Cheng Xiuwen following him, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.
"Where are these two children? Why aren't they with you?"
"They are at home. They heard that you have been out for the day. The sun has set and they haven't seen you back yet. Don't even think about coming out to greet you."
Song Yutong took out a handkerchief from her waist and helped Cheng Hanyan wipe the sweat from his forehead.
"The waiter from the shop came to our house today. Tomorrow we will send some fresh vegetables to the shopkeeper, and we also need to sign documents for future vegetable supply. I still have some extra vegetable seeds."
"After the villagers have finished their work, we will find a few trustworthy families who took the initiative to help us build houses. Give them the seeds and ask them to grow vegetables. We will collect all the seeds and provide them to the shopkeeper."
"We also need to let the shopkeeper know about opening a tavern, so that we can avoid becoming rivals in the future to steal business from each other and end up with enmity."
Song Yutong silently told Cheng Hanyan his plans and wanted to hear his opinions.
She did find that Cheng Hanyan was more comprehensive than her in some things in terms of being humane and sophisticated.