"Just tell me where Song Yutong's family lives." Halfway through his words, the master thought about it and realized that he had to go over and invite someone in person.
Forget about talking about his nature, just ask the village chief directly where Song Yutong lives?
When the village chief heard the words "entrusted by others", he thought that as long as he didn't cause trouble for Song Yutong, it would be fine.
After a while, he was frightened and made a gesture of invitation towards the master.
"Please come here and I will take you to their home."
On the way there, the village chief tried hard to talk to the master, thinking of ways to find out why the master came to see Song Yutong.
He didn't know anything, so he didn't know anything about it. If he knew it in advance, he could report the news to Cheng Hanyan when he went there.
"Mrs. Cheng has good cooking skills. The county magistrate has invited her to cook meals for the nobles in the mansion."
The village chief is also a smart man. Anyone who hears this will know why the master is here.
I'm afraid that a distinguished person has gone to the county magistrate's house as a guest, and now I want to hire a skilled cook to prepare a table of delicious dishes to entertain the distinguished guests.
Then someone came to the village and wanted to ask Song Yutong to take action.
"My little niece is a good cook, and there is nothing unpalatable she can cook. You know the most popular beef sauce sold in town, that is the food my little niece has developed."
The village chief kept praising Song Yutong in front of the master, as if he was showing off his own daughter.
"You said the most popular beef sauce in town was made by Mrs. Cheng?" Master asked in surprise.
The village chief nodded seriously.
"Yes, yes, it was made by her hand."
The expression on the master's face became a little unpredictable, and he touched his chin with a little more admiration in his eyes.
Mr. Ji, who came from the capital, was famous for his fickle mouth. Among the major restaurants in the capital, there were few meals in the imperial city that could make him linger so much after eating them.
Only the adult lady from Chengjia Village could make food that was so appetizing to him.
This time I came here and made it clear that I wanted to eat the dishes cooked by Mrs. Cheng.
Song Yutong was teaching Mrs. Yao one of the steps of making beef sauce when she suddenly heard a long voice coming from outside.
She was still holding a clay pot in her hand and walked out to take a look.
The person who came with the village chief was the master next to the county magistrate.
Song Yutong frowned subconsciously. She really didn't like this master.
"Village chief, I have met the master."
Song Yutong saluted and wondered, why did the master come to the village? Is there something to do?
The village chief happily grabbed Song Yutong, called her aside, and reminded her in a low voice.
"Master came here to ask you to cook for the county magistrate. You can have a good chat, but you can't offend anyone."
Song Yutong appreciated the village chief's kindness.
She turned to look at the master: "When does the county magistrate want me to come over?"
"Let's set off now. Mr. Ji has been waiting for Mrs. Cheng at the county magistrate's house for a long time."
Song Yutong nodded as an agreement: "Master, please wait a moment, and please allow me to clean up."
He turned around and went back to the kitchen, walked into the backyard, and called out Cheng Hanyan who was killing the cow.
"The county magistrate sent someone to our house and said he wanted to invite me to cook for a young man named Ji. Do you want to go with me?"
This young master named Ji may be the one Song Yutong met last time.
After all, in the county magistrate's view, this was the last time she saw Mr. Ji when she was temporarily pulled over by the master to cook.
Cheng Hanyan originally thought that he would be relieved to cook for Mr. Xian's family, but when he mentioned the young master named Ji, he remembered the martial law some time ago.
He took off his apron and said, "I'll go with you."
So after the two of them took a shower and changed clothes, they followed the master and got on the carriage heading to the town.
When Song Yutong arrived at the mansion of the county magistrate, before she could go to the kitchen, Song Yutong was summoned by Mr. Ji from the magistrate's mansion. Cheng Hanyan was also summoned.
In the main hall.
Mr. Ji was sitting in a high position with a cup of tea in his hand. When he saw Song Yutong, there was a smile on his face.
"Mrs. Cheng, we meet again."
Song Yutong lowered his head and never looked at Mr. Ji. He answered politely but distantly.
"Thank you, Mr. Ji, for your compliments on my cooking skills."
Mr. Ji smiled, but his eyes lingered on Cheng Hanyan for a while, then he turned to ask the county magistrate beside him.
"The man in front of me is..."
County Prince: "He is Mrs. Cheng's husband."
Although Mr. Ji had some guesses, he was really surprised when he saw Cheng Hanyan's face.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a cold light in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
Cheng Hanyan felt a hostile gaze directly above him. He raised his eyes and saw Mr. Ji looking away from him.
Suddenly, a sense of crisis arose in my heart.
"Mrs. Cheng's husband is quite talented. I don't know who he is. How many parents are there?"
It was a bit strange for Mr. Ji to suddenly inquire about the background of Cheng Hanyan's family, but Song Yutong didn't think too much about it.
"For people from Chengjia Village, their parents passed away at an early age." Cheng Hanyan did not hide anything.
Mr. Ji said oh, lowered his head, and used the lid of the cup to scrape the foam on the tea. His eyes were a little wandering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Did this brother have any special objects or birthmarks on his body when he was born?" Mr. Ji's question was a bit presumptuous.
Song Yutong and Cheng Hanyan looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.
"Why did this young master ask this question?" Cheng Hanyan did not answer him first, but asked the question in his heart first.
"Brother Cheng's father looked like a lost child from a relative of mine. Out of curiosity, I asked more questions and asked Brother Cheng to forgive me for being presumptuous."
Cheng Hanyan looked at Mr. Ji, looking directly at him, as if he was weighing the truth or falsehood of his words.
After a while, when Master Ji thought he wouldn't say anything, Cheng Hanyan faintly uttered a few words.
"What this dear friend said is indeed very presumptuous."
Everyone present immediately held their breath and looked at the bold Cheng Hanyan.
Others don't know the identity of Mr. Ji, but they know it very well. He is a man who walks sideways in the capital.
In such a small place, being saved by a mountain farmer is really a blessing in disguise, and I am not afraid of death.
Mr. Ji is also used to being submissive. He has never been spoken to like this by others, and the look on his face was a bit stiff and ugly for a while.
However, he quickly covered it up again, and he was still a little short of being extremely angry.