The Cute Peasant Wife: Mian Niang - C315 training

Master Zhang did not listen to the explanation. He just sat there and stared at Mian Niang, doing whatever she wanted to say. It had been years since Mian Niang had been taught how to cook like this.

At that time, the cooking steps were not so many, nor was it so strict. For the villagers, putting oil in a pot was a luxury, not to mention cooking, there were also various spices. When the family was in a difficult situation, they first put the food in the pot, opened it up, and then filled it with oil. Madame Song Li did not have the impatience of the Master Zhang, and wanted to teach him a lesson with a few words.

Mian Niang thought to herself: My face is really getting thicker and thicker. If this were in the past, if someone was to talk to me like this, I would probably have already shyly hid to the side and cry.

brought out the dishes and handed them over to Bao Sheng. Bao Sheng had long prepared a pair of chopsticks for Master Zhang to taste.

The Master Zhang was not anxious though. He leisurely said while sipping his tea, “This tofu skin is from your family. If it’s not good enough to fry, then it’s fine.”

This sentence did not bode well for Mian Niang and she did not heave a sigh of relief. Instead, she became even more apprehensive, and sure enough, Master Zhang had not finished speaking. “Not stir-fried well, the tofu itself does not taste good, and since it’s like this, there’s no need to order tofu from your house anymore.”

Mian Niang suddenly turned her head and looked at Master Zhang: “You don’t want to continue using our family’s tofu?”

Other than that, if he did not think about it, the Master Zhang’s appearance clearly indicated that he was looking for trouble.

“You don’t need to waste your energy. My dishes really don’t taste good. The only good Braised bean curd with red sauce that I made was something that I secretly learned from you the last time I came here to watch you cook. “It seems that you are destined to be disappointed, but you have to let me know why we don’t use our tofu. We have the paperwork first and there were no problems with our tofu, so you have to give us a better reason, even if someone makes tofu that is better than the tofu I make, I still can’t believe it.”

Bao Sheng was afraid that Mian Niang had truly angered her Master, so he shot him a look. Mian Niang saw this, but she could not comply with it.

“Hey, you motherfucker — Duck’s mouth, is it really hard? Did I say that your family’s tofu isn’t tasty? ” Master Zhang put down his teacup and looked at Mian Niang in disbelief.

Not to mention that every morning when Bao Sheng went over, he would drink his soy milk and tofu brain while Bao Sheng would go over and find dandelion to treat his cough in the snow. The most important thing was that Little Song was kind and friendly, everyone would be willing to interact with him, so everyone treated him as a friend.

“Are you watching a big show? Do you want to clap and cheer? I’ll brew a pot of tea for you guys and serve you a plate of melon seeds and peanuts.

Master Zhang berated them, causing everyone to immediately retract their gaze, and begin busying themselves with the work in their hands.

“You didn’t.” But wasn’t that what he wanted to express now?

“Did I tell you not to use your family’s tofu?”

“You said it just now. If my tofu skin doesn’t taste good, then you don’t need it.”

“I-” Master Zhang bent his body and stared at Mian Niang, “You stinking brat, you are getting more and more outstanding, your words are getting more and more eloquent, your upper lips smacked down, and you speak so happily?”

Mian Niang stubbornly shook her neck: “I just don’t want to leave without knowing why and lose this business. To you, it’s just a matter of changing families, but to me, this is a matter of a bad reputation. Back then, why did you guys set your eyes on my tofu?

Master Zhang was so angry that he laughed instead, “Hmph, alright, okay, okay, really. You made tofu that’s soft and sloppy, your mouth is pretty amazing.”

Mian Niang bit her lips: “I respect you. If it weren’t for this matter, I would not have argued against you.”

“You still argue with reason? To talk back is to talk back. Don’t give yourself any excuse. What’s the use of saying it in a dignified manner?”

As Master Zhang spoke, he took the chopsticks in Bao Sheng’s hand and tasted the tofu skin.

He immediately frowned.

Mian Niang’s heart hung in the air. Even though she knew that the other party was looking for trouble, she still hoped that Master Zhang would not turn his tofu into nothing.

“What a rotten piece of wood. I’m curious though, how did you manage to become an expert in Braised bean curd with red sauce? ” Master Zhang waved his hands towards Bao Sheng, telling him to take the tofu skin to the guests.

had long predicted that he would have such an evaluation, so he was not surprised at all. He only spoke of the Braised bean curd with red sauce, and Mian Niang said: “It’s not that I can’t cook well, it’s just that you can’t pass me by, it’s just that my family’s cooking has never been good, and the food I’ve cooked before was also indeed not very delicious, and according to your instructions, the taste is much better than before. It’s just a joke to say that I’m good at it.”

“The bull’s skin is blowing loudly, and the sky is already dark.”

Mian Niang lowered her head to look at her toes.

Master Zhang’s eyes looked around, seeing that one of his disciples was holding onto the Braised bean curd with red sauce, he pouted: “You go over!”

He called the disciple down. Disciple was a little worried about Mian Niang’s culinary skills.

He called out “Master”, with the intention of begging for forgiveness.

The Master Zhang glared at him and snappily said: “You don’t feel tired. Come down to rest for a while and let our Boss Song cook this dish for me.

Mian Niang heaved a long sigh of relief. The Master Zhang had said that she had stolen his skills, and she was unable to refute him. Without his permission, he learnt from him what he stole, it was indeed stealing.

The disciple did not dare to disobey his master, and could only give the spatula in his hands to Mian Niang. He wanted to exhort him, but Master Zhang glared at him and chased him to the side.

He could only reveal a helpless look towards Mian Niang.

Mian Niang smiled at him.

The young disciple stared blankly for a moment before scratching his head.

“What are you looking at?” When the Master Zhang saw him staring at Mian Niang, he did not hold back anymore.

The little disciple awkwardly said, “Master, Xiao Song looks pretty nice when he smiles.”

“Humph!” “Since you’re old, it’s time for your family to make a wife for you. A man can see that you’re pretty. Come, come, come. Go take a look at the pigsty.”

“Ah, why are you looking at the pigsty?”

“Look, can you see a mink cicada in there? If you can see it, then let’s go home and be your wife.”

The little disciple pouted, feeling wronged. “Master, what are you saying? Men look at men, how can you not think that men look good? When that woman looks at a woman, she will also compete with her. Would the other party look better than herself? ”

“What did he say? In human words, a woman compared to a woman, are you a woman? See if he looks better than you? ”

The young disciple was scolded and did not say a word.

Looking at the tofu that was already sliced, he took a deep breath and carefully recalled the scene when Master Zhang cooked this dish. When he cooked tofu at home, it was much simpler than this, saving him a few steps. At that time, Mian Niang was not as nervous about it.

This was something for the guests of Peach Blossom House to eat. It was also related to their family’s future business.

She could not let this business be ruined in her hands.

The young disciple stopped talking, and the Master Zhang did not bother to reply him. He sat on the chair and stared at Mian Niang.

This time, facing him face to face, he could see even more clearly. But this time, he also did not intentionally guide Mian Niang, as if he truly wanted to see how her cooking skills were like in the past.

His little disciple’s attention was also attracted to Mian Niang.

Honestly speaking, the shape of Mian Niang’s hands were pretty good, but those hands couldn’t really be considered to be pleasing to the eyes. There was a frostbite on the back of her hands, a scratch, an old callus on her palm, and there was a very obvious scar on her right hand.

The little disciple looked at his master and thought to himself, “Why does this Little Song brother look like he has suffered so much? Even the hands of the people who are in the kitchen are not so rough.”

His Master seemed to have sensed something and looked at him indifferently, not saying a word.

Bao Sheng came back, but he followed the Steward Zhou.

The moment Steward Zhou entered, he saw Mian Niang standing in front of the stove cooking. He laughed helplessly and walked over to Master Zhang: “I was waiting for someone to go and settle the bill.

“Are you in a hurry?” Master Zhang bent his body and looked at him.

“Why aren’t you in a hurry? I’m not like you. It’s not a proper meal and there aren’t many people eating. I’m free right now!”

Only rich people could come to Peach Blossom House to eat. Naturally, they would not be like the countryside bums. In order to save money, they had to eat three meals a day, instead of two meals a day.

There were indeed not many people eating at this time. The kitchen was relatively empty.

“I’m free, you must have seen wrongly. How could I be free? I’m obviously busy.”

“That’s right, I’m busy, too busy to cause trouble, too busy to teach people, but I have to remind you, you have to see what time it is, if you delay any longer, she will take the night road, it’s all mountain roads and the sky is dark.”

“What if it’s just a blind fire, what if it scares someone off their feet?”

“Enough, I know what to do. You’re truly annoying. You’re talking to yourself like an old woman.”

Steward Zhou was about to retort, he looked at Mian Niang, her heart softening as he said quickly: “Fine, fine, I’m an old woman, this man, do you really think it’s good for me to invite you to do things?”

Master Zhang looked at him with ridicule: “Originally there is a limit, but after what you said, I don’t want to know anymore.”