Mind reading, taking the rental house through the whole village crying

Chapter 380 Jiang Fubao Cooks

There is their reputation.

More people ordered.

It only took quarter of an hour for the chestnut biscuits to be delivered to every household.

When Dong Wei came back from his lecture, he saw a plate of golden cakes on the table in his study.

If I hadn’t seen the word “Jiang” written on the cake.

I’m afraid he’s too lazy to pick it up and take a bite.

On weekdays, he seldom eats these dry and choking things.

But if it was sent by his granddaughter, he would have to try it even if it was hard to swallow.

"Did Fubao send this?" Dong Wei asked the servant standing outside the study.

"Yes, sir. The servants of the Jiang family just delivered it. It is still warm. They said that you should eat it while it is hot. Otherwise, if it gets cold, the taste will be greatly reduced." The servant said, bending over.

"Okay, I got it." Dong Wei nodded slightly.

The servant stood back up again.

"Hmm? Is this... chestnut filling? What a strange filling, it must have been made by Fubao herself. She is the only one with so many creative ideas. It's delicious, really delicious, better than the cakes sold in Chunzhai Pavilion." Dong Wei took a bite.

He was completely amazed and praised it repeatedly.

Soon, half a plate of chestnut biscuits was gone.

Dong Wei was so full that he kept burping.

He even drank up a pitcher of water on the table.

Therefore, I didn’t have any dinner.

Let Grandma Rong have a good scolding.

On the other side, at the Kong family's house, Kong Yuanbao, who had just returned from outside, smelled a strong aroma of cakes before he even entered the main room.

"My wife, did you go outside to buy some cakes? Don't you dislike eating these on weekdays? Why did you change your taste today? Could it be that you are pregnant?" Kong Yuanbao's eyes were on Wan Xian's belly.

quipped.

"Go away, what are you talking about? Mingxue is already so old, what else do I have? Fubao sent someone to send it to me, it's called chestnut cake, I was thinking of waiting for you to come back and eat it together.

The servant who brought it here said that the taste of this thing will be greatly reduced when it gets cold. It’s not too cold now, so let’s eat it quickly. After all, it’s a gift from Fubao. Even if it tastes bad, we have to eat it all. We’ll praise her tomorrow and make the child happy.”

Wan Xian rolled her eyes at him.

After saying that, he picked up a piece of chestnut biscuit and took a bite.

The next second, his eyes widened.

"Husband, please eat quickly, it's so delicious. I didn't expect it to be so delicious even when it's almost cold. Is this really made by Fubao? He's talented. If he opens a pastry shop, I'm afraid he'll make a lot of money."

Wan Xian hurriedly urged Kong Yuanbao.

"Really? Are you trying to frame me?" Kong Yuanbao was a little unconvinced. In the past, whenever his wife ate an orange that was so sour that it made her teeth fall out, she would always trick him into saying it was sweet. When he stuffed the remaining half of the orange into her mouth, his saliva was so sour that it flowed all over the floor.

This happened many times.

So Kong Yuanbao became alert.

But he loves his wife.

So I picked up a piece of chestnut biscuit and put it in my mouth.

"Oh, it's delicious. My wife really didn't lie to me. This cake is a thousand times more delicious than the ones sold at Ding's cake shop. The chestnuts inside are really fragrant. Fubao is really smart. She can even think of using chestnuts as stuffing. How can she be so smart? I wish she was my daughter."

Kong Yuanbao finished the remaining chestnut biscuits in one gulp, and crumbs dropped from his mouth as he spoke.

"It will be soon. When our son passes the imperial examination, I, as his mother, will personally help him propose marriage to the Jiang family. Ugh, what do you mean by propose marriage? What do you mean by make a marriage? Look at me, I am so confused. Fortunately, there are no outsiders around.

Alas, I really like Fubao, but she is too young. If she were five or six years older, I would rather let my son wait until she is fourteen or fifteen years old before marrying her. If she becomes my daughter-in-law, I will treat her like my own daughter. "

Wan Xian picked up another piece of chestnut biscuit and sighed before putting it in her mouth.

"What are you thinking? How can our son be worthy of Fubao? Even if Fubao is about the same age as our son, our son is still not worthy of her. Have you forgotten that there is still a chance for forgiveness? Isn't it good for them to marry a relative? Don't mention how much Dong Shanchang's family likes Fubao, but it's a pity that there is an age difference."

This was the first time Kong Yuanbao confronted his beloved wife.

Wan Xian knew what was going on, but she wasn't angry. She simply stopped thinking about it and continued eating the chestnut biscuits.

The same scene happened in a different house.

Anyone who has received chestnut biscuits from Jiang Fubao.

Basically, we all get together to eat shortbread and drink tea.

This thing takes up a lot of space in my stomach.

As a result, several families didn't even have dinner.

At that time, Jiang Fubao was wearing an apron and cooking alone in the kitchen.

The chickens and ducks we bought had been chopped into pieces by the servants.

Jiang Fubao stood on a low stool, holding a large spatula and frying the vegetables.

Thick white smoke rose from the pot, poured into the chimney, and then drifted everywhere.

The fragrance makes the noses of passers-by in the alley smell delicious.

"Which family is cursed by God?! They make delicious food all day long. In the daytime, they made cakes that made my son cry. Now it's evening, and the dishes they cook are so delicious. Why do we always eat meat? Only their dishes are so delicious. It would be great if they opened a restaurant. I must go and try them."

"Shh, stop scolding. This is the family. Have you forgotten who they are? They are the godparents of the county magistrate! Be careful if their servants hear you, they will not forgive you. They are not short of money. You have eaten at the Jiang family snack shop. The business is so good that it is not an exaggeration to say that they make a fortune every day. Why would they need to open a restaurant?"

"What? Is it the house of the owner of the Jiang Family Snack Shop? Bah, bah, bah, I just said nonsense, I didn't say anything, I was just passing by."

The woman who had just cursed the Jiang family for being punished by God quickly slapped her lips and glanced at the back door of the Jiang family with a sly look, fearing that a few servants would rush out from inside.

After saying that, she ran away.

"It smells so good. An An is so greedy. Aunt, are you ready?" An An was waiting outside the kitchen door and knocked on it.

His tears flowed from his mouth.

dripping on the ground.

"Young Master An An, don't disturb the young lady. She is cooking and can't be disturbed."

Xue Huan dragged An An away and picked up a bug on the ground to divert his attention.

In the kitchen, Jiang Fubao's wrists were sore.

The spatula left an afterimage when she swung it.

The chestnut roast chicken is out of the pot.

The duck on the other side needs to be cooked a little longer.

The duck had a strong smell, so Jiang Fubao simply took out a can of beer from the space and poured it in.

This thing tastes better than rice wine.

"Gulp gulp~" The duck in the pot is stewing.

Jiang Fubao threw the empty beer can back into the space, took off the handkerchief around his waist and wiped the sweat off his face.

"It's so hot," she exclaimed.

Starting tomorrow, she will have to pay the kitchen servants!

This is too hard.

Quarter of an hour later, the kitchen door opened, and An An, who was about to cry, got up from the ground, rushed to Jiang Fubao, and hugged her legs tightly.

"An An misses his aunt, why did his aunt just come out? An An is hungry, can your aunt feed me?"