Wang Cuilian went to the dining hall with them to set out chopsticks and bowls, while Yang Ruoqing entered the kitchen.

The kitchen was smoky and smoky. Yao Ying was wearing a scarf on her head, which is customary for farmers' wives, and an apron around her waist. She was loading the dishes from the pot onto the plate.

On the pot table, large and small plates and dishes were placed in a circle, containing various dishes.

"Yao Ying, your cooking skills are not bad at first glance. With the same ingredients, the color and aroma of the dishes you cook are different from those we usually cook."

Yang Ruoqing looked around at the dishes on the pot table. Not to mention, Yao Ying really impressed her in the kitchen.

The cooking experience of the same ingredients is really different for everyone. Sometimes when you get tired of cooking your own food, you want to change your appetite and try other people's cooking. This is also human nature.

But other people's cooking skills cannot be stretched, otherwise they will suffer.

Obviously, these dishes cooked by Yao Ying immediately caught Yang Ruoqing's stomach.

Yao Ying smiled modestly and said, "My aunt is complimenting me by saying this. Our family used to live in poverty in the countryside. My father and brother made a living by farming and fishing. I followed my mother to do housework at home.

, I learned a little bit about how to cook rice and vegetables.”

"It's not delicious, I just hope it's cooked enough to last two bites."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded: "That's right, that's right. It doesn't matter how a girl is born. A needlework girl, cooking and laundry are all necessary skills."

Even if you have the conditions to live a life where you can use your shirt to reach for food and open your mouth, you must have this skill, whether you use it or not.

Yao Ying was very happy to receive Yang Ruoqing's praise, with a smile on her eyes and brows.

Soon, Wang Cuilian, Huang Guier and Yao Yue also returned to the kitchen and saw the dishes placed on the pot table. Although Wang Cuilian had seen it before, she couldn't help but praise Yao Ying again.

Yao Ying always has a modest smile on her face.

Several women brought the food to the table in the dining hall next door.

Yao Ying is very smart and knows how to make reasonable use of the stove equipment in the kitchen. Quietly, three small charcoal stoves were placed on the table.

In the small iron pots and the small clay pots on the three charcoal stoves were braised salted duck with thousands of knots, ribs and tofu soup, and a three-fresh soup.

"What are the little lumps of pink stuff in this three-fresh soup?" Wang Cuilian asked curiously.

Before Yao Ying could speak, Yao Yue introduced it first: "Grandma, that's shrimp slider. My sister is good at making shrimp slider. You can try it."

Yao Yue leaned forward, scooped a spoonful of shrimp soup and put it on the head of Wang Cuilian's rice.

Wang Cuilian took a sip, her eyes narrowed, and she also smiled.

"How are you, grandma? Is it fresh? Is it slippery?" Yao Yue asked again.

Yao Ying, who was adjusting the stove fire, also pricked up his ears to listen to Wang Cuilian's comments.

Wang Cuilian laughed and said: "It's really delicious, even more delicate and smooth than shrimp balls."

"That's necessary, otherwise it wouldn't be called shrimp slippery!" Yao Yue immediately beamed, and deliberately glanced at Huang Guier from the corner of her eye, feeling proud.

Huang Guier rolled her eyes at Yao Yue.

Don't you just know how to cook a few dishes? What's so great about it?

Brother Dazhi is a talented young man with an unlimited future. If you, Yao Ying, want to marry him just by cooking a few dishes, ha, then he might as well marry the chef of a Yangzhou restaurant!

The Yao sisters are superficial and bumpkin!

What can capture a man's heart is never your virtuousness, but that you are young and beautiful enough!

Gu Yaoying also breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Wang Cuilian's praise.

She looked around and found that Dazhi had not come, so she asked.

In fact, Huang Guier had noticed that Da Zhi was absent before, but she couldn't bear to ask.

Because she had to pretend to be reserved and not let her future mother-in-law think that she was clinging to her son like brown candy. That would be too obvious and counterproductive, so she had to wait for other people to ask.

When others asked, she agreed again, so that she would not show how eager she was, nor would she show that she was cold and indifferent to Cousin Dazhi.

"Yes, I was just about to ask, why doesn't cousin Dazhi come over for dinner?" Huang Guier also asked.

Before Yang Ruoqing could answer, Wang Cuilian already said with a smile: "My Zhi'er is thinking about academic problems in the study. He is so obsessed that he doesn't care about eating. Let us eat first."

Huang Guier's face was filled with admiration, "Brother Dazhi is so hardworking!"

Yao Ying also nodded, "Although studies are important, health is equally important. How about I send him some food? This will save him the effort of running back and forth twice?"

She was seeking advice from Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said to Yao Ying: "You are very considerate and thoughtful, but Zhi'er has told us to eat first, so don't send it away. Just warm the food in the pot for him later."

"Yes, yes, Auntie is right," Huang Guier raised her head and agreed with a smile, and then suggested to Yao Ying with a serious look on her face: "Cousin Yao Ying, although you are familiar with the work in the kitchen, you can go and study.

People, once they start to use their skills, they can eat and drink without thinking. I think you should sit down and eat your food, and don't disturb my cousin Dazhi's reading!"

When Yao Ying heard Huang Guier's public crowding and ridicule, there was no displeasure on her face.

But Yao Yue beside her was not happy. Just when she was about to speak, Yao Ying had already spoken first.

"What Cousin Gui'er taught me is that I was reckless. So, you guys eat first while I go to the kitchen."

Yao Ying got up and hurried to the kitchen in front of everyone's surprised eyes. Soon she returned to the dining hall in front of everyone's surprised eyes, with two more bowls and a pair of chopsticks in her hand.

Huang Guier was happy when she saw it.

"I said, Cousin Yao Ying, what are you doing? My aunt just said you don't need to go to see her off. Why can't you listen to her advice and still go to disturb her? Auntie, please tell her, she's so stubborn!"

Huang Guier directly turned the conversation to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing was happy. Did Huang Guier see that she gave her a little more smile today, so she dared to talk like this?

Yang Ruoqing smiled lightly and said: "Guier, you are really impatient. You asked me to help you teach Yao Ying a lesson before you even figured out the matter? In my opinion, Yao Ying has a stable temperament and can listen to what is said. She must have brought the bowl over.

There are other uses. Yao Ying, is it right for auntie?"

Well, Yang Ruoqing is really hurt now.

Really, she used to call others aunt, but now these girls call her aunt, and she herself calls herself aunt.

Although Xiuxiu was born to Yang Yongjin and Cao Bamei a long time ago, she began to be called aunt by the children of the old Yang family.

Jiaojiao, who was married to Xiaoduo, called her aunt.

Feng'er Fuwa calls her aunt.

But at that time, I really didn’t feel anything when faced with these titles.

But why did her whole mood suddenly change when the title 'aunt', which was equivalent to 'aunt' and 'aunt', appeared?
Chapter completed!