With Wang Defa and his relatives' efforts to prove it, people in the family home had to believe that Shen Mingzhu really knew how to make chicken cakes.
Now there was nothing to say about Shen Mingzhu, and someone started talking about Ma Sufen.
If Ma Sufen hadn't been saying that Shen Mingzhu was bragging in the past two days, Shen Mingzhu wouldn't have been nicknamed "The Braggart King".
"Grandma Zhou Hao, please stop gossiping about Pei Yang's wife in the future. Look at the joke. If Pei Yang comes back and finds out about this in the future, he may not know what he will think of us."
Ma Sufen immediately lost her temper, "Can you blame me? You can't blame her for being petty and hiding her skills, for fear that someone would learn how to take her job. Humph, what's so great about making a chicken cake, my son?
A daughter-in-law who can make money and take care of the whole family is not much better than a delicate little girl like her? She stinks after earning two dollars."
"Aunt Ma, what you say is so harsh. Baking chicken cakes twice is equivalent to half a month's salary of your daughter-in-law."
"That's right, your daughter-in-law is pretty good, but Pei Yang's daughter-in-law is not bad either."
After hearing everyone praise Shen Mingzhu, Ma Sufen went home angrily with a dark face.
"Look at her like that. She has been competitive all her life. This time she will be embarrassed and lose her fortune."
Everyone secretly joked for a while and then talked about Shen Mingzhu's chicken cake.
Everyone was puzzled. It was just chicken cake. It wasn't available outside. Why did Shen Mingzhu have to come to her door to buy it? Is it so delicious? Can she become an immortal after eating it?
Shen Mingzhu is in a pretty good mood.
Firstly, another business deal was concluded, and secondly, Pei Ziheng, who usually acted like a rebellious son, actually knew how to protect her stepmother outside, which made her very happy.
After cleaning the oven, she called her stepson over.
"In view of your heroic performance in protecting my reputation outside, I decided to reward you well."
Hearing what Shen Mingzhu said, Pei Ziheng was just curious, but then he heard Shen Mingzhu change the subject, "But fighting is wrong. A gentleman talks but doesn't do anything. Violence can't solve the problem, it will only intensify the conflict, so I
I want to teach you a lesson: if the merits outweigh the faults, just pretend that nothing happened."
Pei Ziheng: "..."
I talked about my loneliness for a long time.
After learning that Shen Mingzhu really knew how to make chicken cakes and had received another business, Shen Baolan was sour again. Not only was she sour, but she was also very puzzled.
The two of them live in the same village, and Shen Mingzhu knows all about Shen Mingzhu's details. How could a person who is so lazy at home suddenly learn how to make cakes?
She couldn't sleep until she understood it clearly.
But she was worried that if she came to ask Shen Mingzhu, she would be tricked by Shen Mingzhu again. She was not stupid. She was fooled twice and then hit her again.
Looking at her young and ignorant stepson, Shen Baolan rolled her eyes and had an idea.
Shen Mingzhu was not surprised at all when she saw Shen Baolan coming to her door, but she said with disgust, "Why are you here again?"
Shen Baolan was also thick-skinned. She carried her stepson in her arms and walked through the door. She also joked, "Why, you are hiding a man at home, are you afraid of being discovered by me?"
Shen Mingzhu rolled her eyes, and for the sake of the child, she didn't embarrass Shen Baolan too much.
"Where is your Pei Ziheng?"
Shen Baolan put her stepson Zhou Hao on the ground, looked around and said, "Let Xiaohao play with your Pei Ziheng for a while, and we can chat."
Seeing this, Shen Mingzhu had no choice but to take Zhou Hao to the door of Pei Ziheng's room, knocked twice, and the closed door was opened.
"Zhou Hao is here, you can play with him for a while."
Glancing at Shen Baolan in the living room, Pei Ziheng turned sideways slightly and slammed the door shut as soon as Zhou Haoren entered.
When Shen Mingzhu returned to the sofa in the living room, she was looked down upon by Shen Baolan.
"You are so worthless. Even a four-year-old child can hold you in check. You have to knock on the door to enter his room. Doesn't this mean you are treated like an outsider?"
"I'm just an outsider, I'm not his mother."
Seeing that the instigation was unsuccessful, Shen Baolan sighed again, "That's right. They are not biological. No matter how hard we raise them, we can't raise them well. We just make do with each other. In a situation like ours, we still have to give birth to one of our own, so that our status will be secure."
Shen Mingzhu teased, "Then why don't you hurry up and have a baby with your man? What are you doing here?"
"I do want to give birth. Isn't this what happened?"
As she said that, Shen Baolan suddenly winked, "Mingzhu, you and Pei Yang haven't had their wedding yet, have you?"
"Who said that?"
"You still want to hide it from me, I bet you are still a young lady now!"
Seeing Shen Baolan's determined look, Shen Mingzhu felt inexplicably uncomfortable, as if her privacy had been peeked into.
"You are the eldest daughter of the Yellow Flower. The day I was arguing with Pei Yang..."
Shen Mingzhu told the story vividly according to the plot she had read in the novel, and Shen Baolan was dumbfounded.
Pei Yang is actually so fierce?!
Shen Baolan curiously asked Shen Mingzhu how she felt. Shen Mingzhu replied shyly, "You know."
"..."
Shen Baolan pretended to drink water, but she was thinking about what Shen Mingzhu said in her mind. What kind of experience was that? Why didn't she have it?
After coming out of Pei's house, Shen Baolan immediately asked her stepson, "Xiaohao, did Pei Ziheng tell you, who did his stepmother learn to make chicken cakes from?"
Zhou Hao wolfed down the chicken cake given by Shen Mingzhu and had no time to reply to Shen Baolan's words.
Shen Baolan was anxious and took the egg cake away from her stepson, "Stop eating it. What on earth did Pei Ziheng tell you?"
"I want chicken cake! Give me chicken cake!"
Seeing that her stepson was making such a fuss, Shen Baolan could only return the cake to him, then grab a small piece and stuff it into her mouth.
It is sweet in the mouth, soft and glutinous, with a strong egg aroma.
Shen Baolan was still not satisfied and broke off another piece and stuffed it into her mouth.
Zhou Hao quit this time. He was kicking on his short legs and crying, insisting that Shen Baolan give him back the chicken cake he had eaten.
Shen Baolan coaxed him for a long time, until his throat started to smoke, and then he coaxed him by saying that he would buy toys tomorrow.
Afterwards, Shen Baolan asked Zhou Hao if Pei Ziheng had said where Shen Mingzhu learned how to make chicken cakes.
"said."
"Really? Oh, you are such a good son of mine!"
Shen Baolan happily hugged Zhou Hao, kissed him, and continued to ask, "What did Pei Ziheng say?"
"I learned from books."
"..."
fart!
Shen Mingzhu has such a rotten brain, if she could really learn how to make chicken cakes just by reading a book, she would cut off her head and use it as a stool for Shen Mingzhu to sit on!