After wearing the book, I farmed and raised children and became the emperor

As the sun started to set, Shao Qingyi wiped off her sweat.

He has been busy for several hours.

It is really hard to cook so many dishes at once. Whether it is preparing ingredients or carving flowers, it will be a test for the body and energy after a large amount.

Even though Shao Qingyi has four assistant cooks, the task falling on him is still not easy.

Moreover, only he can complete the work of carving, and no one else can replace it.

In the afternoon, He Changji brought his two children over to visit the class.

They came here after watching Zhang's wedding ceremony.

The two children chirped and described to Shao Qingyi the wonderful moment at the wedding just now, with exaggerated expressions and sharp words, Shao Qingyi couldn't help laughing.

In order not to let the children affect Shao Qingyi's work, He Changji took the two children back after visiting the class.

They'll come back at dinner time.

But now, the time for the dinner was approaching, and many villagers came to the ancestral hall one after another.

As soon as the villagers entered the ancestral hall, they were stunned to see the colorful cold dishes carved with dragons and phoenixes on the table.

Is this a new chef?Why is this wedding banquet completely different from the previous ones?

As a result, after inquiring, I found out that the chef has really changed!

And this chef is none other than He Jiafulang who caused quite a disturbance in the village a few days ago.

Speaking of which, this Mrs. He's family was also a "fashionable" figure in the village.

But at that time, the word "Fengyun" was more derogatory than commendatory.

But now, He Jiafulang has become a real man of the hour.

I heard that he cooks delicious food, and the villagers who have tasted it never forget his craftsmanship; I heard that he is very good at business, selling the Wang family's wine for a large price, and saving the Song family from having to do odd jobs to earn money to support the family ; I heard that he is very good at raising children, the two children are not only well-behaved and sensible, but also white and tender, like a little fairy boy; I also heard that he is also good at controlling his husband, the husband who was indifferent to him before, Be obedient to him now.

But all these rumors are just hearsay.

Most of the villagers did not have any substantive contact with Shao Qingyi, so naturally they did not know whether these rumors were true or not.

But the first piece of this rumor seems to be verified today.

As far as this arrangement and dishes are concerned, Mr. He Jiafulang's cooking skills must be extraordinary!

Everyone stared straight at the cold dishes on the table, drooling and being swallowed, only regretting that they came early and had to suffer such torture.

It was not time to start the banquet, and the villagers who arrived early could only chat about the daily routine, trying not to let themselves stare desperately at the table.

When He Changji pushed the wheelchair and took the child into the ancestral hall, what he saw was this scene: everyone was chatting, but their eyes were fixed on the dishes on display, and they often lost their minds because they were distracted. Couldn't catch up with the other party's words.

The wheelchair that He Changji was sitting on was also a rare item for the villagers of Shuiwan Village.

So as soon as he entered the ancestral hall, he was immediately surrounded by other villagers: "What is this? It can make people move by themselves while sitting."

"This design is really ingenious. Is it the latest work of Mr. Zheng?"

"Chang Ji, when will your leg recover? Will you be able to buy wild pork at your house soon?"

Most of the villagers haven't seen He Changji for a long time, and they have various problems when they meet.

He Changji answered the villagers' questions one by one.

"I heard that your husband is the chef today? Is this true?" A villager asked curiously.

When he mentioned his husband, the corner of He Changji's mouth couldn't help curling up: "Yes, it's him."

"When did your husband become so powerful?" Some villagers continued to ask.

"My father-in-law has always been very powerful!" Before He Changji could answer, Cheng Ping who was on the side couldn't help but said, "My father-in-law is super powerful!"

Hearing this, all the villagers burst into laughter at Cheng Ping's childish language.

"Okay, okay, your father-in-law is the most powerful!" The villager who asked this question earlier responded with a smile.

In a joyous atmosphere, the villagers arrived one after another.

Today's protagonists are naturally Zhang Chong and his parents-in-law.But none of them are good at words, and they can't stand such a big scene.

Therefore, Master He is in charge of hosting the wedding banquet. He teaches the students every day, and he is best able to withstand such a big scene.

Mr. He can be regarded as inheriting his father's business. In the past, his father, Uncle He, was in charge of this work in the village.

It's a pity that Uncle He is getting old now, not only his legs and feet are bad, but also his mind is a little bit bad, so these years, it has been replaced by Mrs. He to preside over weddings and weddings.

He Fuzi is a scholar after all, and he wrote congratulatory speeches, citing scriptures and allusions, and learning about the past and present. Although most people didn't quite understand what he meant, at least the sense of ceremony was enough.

After reading all the lengthy congratulatory speeches, Master He officially announced the start of the dinner.

The villagers, who have been greedy for a long time with the dishes on the table, can finally eat their chopsticks.

As a man, He Changji was supposed to sit at the same table with men.

But because Shao Qingyi went to take charge of the cooking and the two children needed him to take care of, the host arranged him and a group of husband and wife at the table.

Most of these husbands and sister-in-laws have children, among them are Gao Hu and Wang Zhao who Cheng Ping and Cheng An are familiar with.

The wife of the Wang family went to help the cook, and Wang Jiming sat with those men who love to drink, so Wang Zhao followed Gao Hu.

Gao Hu followed his mother's father.

Except for these three people, although He Changji knew each other, they didn't have much contact with each other on weekdays, so they didn't have much communication.

A man came to the table reserved for husbands and ladies. These husbands and ladies who had been married for many years and had no gender scruples immediately asked He Changji about his problems.

He Changji is not good at this kind of occasion.

He couldn't help thinking that if only Shao Qingyi was here, he would definitely become one with them.

He Changji answered questions that were easy to answer, and then heard Master He announce that the dinner party had officially started.

With this order, everyone didn't even care about greetings, and quickly moved their chopsticks.

When they heard Mr. He's long congratulatory speech just now, they were already optimistic about the first dish they were going to serve.

Finally, when it was time for dinner, they put what they wanted into their bowls and mouths quickly.

This was not the first time He Changji attended a wedding banquet, but it was the first time he saw this posture.

In the past, the table he sat at was full of big men, and he usually drank a few jars of wine first, but the dishes didn't move much.

Although there were women and children at this table, they had a good appetite, and they ate up a plate of sweet and sour pork all at once.

Cheng Ping and Cheng An also wanted to eat sweet and sour pork, but the others ate it so fast that they didn't even have a chance to taste it. This made them twitch their mouths and seemed about to cry.

He Changji realized that if he didn't make a move, the two children might be hungry after this meal.

So, he quickly picked up braised beef and horseshoe cake according to the tastes of the two children, put them in their bowls, and then continued to join the food rush.

Seeing that Dad had grabbed food for himself, the two children immediately took back the golden beans that were about to drop, and picked up the food in the bowl with a happy smile and started to eat.

"Father Mu's stewed beef is so delicious!" Cheng Ping took the lead in picking up a piece of beef and started eating it, not forgetting to comment while eating.

"The horseshoe cake is also delicious." Cheng An frowned, happily eating the crystal clear horseshoe cake.

The dinner and lunch dishes overlap somewhat, but are not identical.

For example, in this horseshoe cake, there is pure horseshoe cake at noon, and half of horseshoe cake and yam cake at night. You can choose what you want to eat according to your own taste.

Hearing what the two children said, Gao Hu, who was originally addicted to eating vegetables, couldn't help asking curiously: "Chengping Chengan, what kind of vegetables are these, do you all know?"

"Of course!" Cheng Ping replied proudly, "These dishes are all made by my father, of course we know the menu of my father!"

In fact, they had only heard about the dishes when Shao Qingyi was thinking about the menu, and it was the first time they had seen most of the dishes on the table.

But knowing a name is much better than not knowing anything.

Gao Hu immediately became interested when he heard the words: "Then tell me, what is this?"

With that said, he raised the food in his hand and asked.

The food is white in the middle and red on the outside.

This dish is also served at the luncheon, and it is the dish that Mrs. Lizheng likes very much.

Cheng Ping had never seen or tasted this dish, so he couldn't guess the name of the dish at once.

But he said generously: "I will taste it first, and then I will tell you."

As he spoke, he stood up, his small body crossed half of the dining table, caught the food Gao Hu asked, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The aroma of red dates blooms immediately in the mouth. The red dates whose cores have been removed long ago, together with the fried glutinous rice flour, has a rich aroma and is sweet to the heart.

Chengping immediately guessed the name of this dish: "The heart is too soft, this dish is called the heart is too soft, it is made with red dates and glutinous rice dough!"

Cheng Ping was particularly impressed with this dish.

Because when my father said the name "too soft heart", he was very curious about what kind of dish "too soft heart" would be.Then Mu's father told him that this dish got its name because of the soft glutinous rice dough sandwiched between the red dates, just like a soft heart.

Knowing the name of this dish, Gao Hu found it very interesting: "I didn't expect this dish to be so delicious and have such a vivid name."

After Gao Hu's movement, the other people at the same table couldn't help being curious about what they were eating.

A Fulang pointed to the thing wrapped in lotus leaves and asked, "Chengping, do you know what this is called?"

"This, I don't need to taste this to know!" Cheng Ping said proudly, "This is lotus leaf chicken! My mother-in-law said, this kind of lotus leaf chicken is marinated with various seasonings, and then used Wrapped in lotus leaves, wrapped in yellow mud, and grilled over charcoal fire. When eating, break the outer layer of yellow mud and open the lotus leaf. The chicken inside is soft and rotten, the bones and flesh are separated, and the seasoning The taste will also seep into the chicken completely, tender and delicious, juicy, delicious!"

Hearing what Chengping said, other people who had never tasted the lotus leaf chicken couldn't help but salivate, and swarmed their chopsticks towards the lotus leaf chicken.

"Hey, wait, save some for me, I haven't eaten yet!" Seeing that everyone had dismantled the lotus leaf chicken to the skeleton, Cheng Ping couldn't help shouting in frustration.

Fortunately, although these people were very greedy for the lotus leaf chicken, after hearing Cheng Ping's yelling, a kind lady gave Cheng Ping a big chicken leg that she had snatched, and she kept a piece of chicken leg to taste .

Seeing this, Cheng Ping happily thanked him, then grabbed the big chicken leg and gnawed on it.

Yummy, so delicious!

This chicken is even more delicious than Mu's father described.

He Changji didn't expect Cheng Ping to have a poor memory on weekdays, but he had an amazing memory when it comes to food.

Seeing that Chengping was able to say such a long series of well-organized words at such a young age, the people at the same table were even more eager to tease him.

Another person picked up a piece of fried food and asked, "Chengping, what is this?"

Cheng Ping concentrated on gnawing on the chicken legs, not wanting to waste his brain, so he left the job to Cheng An: "Cheng An, you can answer."

Cheng An was still eating his horseshoe cake in small bites. When he heard what his brother said, he raised his head blankly, and then replied: "Oh, yes."

He wiped his mouth, looked at the food that the man was holding in the chopsticks, and said firmly, "This one should be fried tea tree mushroom."

The man wondered: "You don't even need to taste it, can you guess it?"

Cheng An nodded: "You don't need to taste it, this fried dish is the only one on today's menu."

"But the meat we ate just now was also fried, right?" the man continued to ask.

"That's sweet and sour pork tenderloin, coated with a layer of sweet and sour sauce, it's not completely fried." Cheng An replied seriously.

Seeing that Cheng An seemed to be even stronger than Cheng Ping, the others were even more surprised.

They tested Cheng An with various dishes on the table, but none of them failed him.

"He Sanlang, these two children of your family are amazing!" Fulang Gao couldn't help but exclaimed, "Aren't they only five years old? Knowing so much at the age of five, it's amazing!"

When He Changji heard this, he felt proud in his heart, but smiled on his face, and said modestly: "It's just that I learned from their father for a while."

Hearing what He Changji said, Mrs. Gao couldn't help asking curiously: "Are you planning to let the two children inherit your husband's cooking skills?"

"Well, it depends on the children's own choice." He Changji replied after hearing the words, "Qingyi and I just hope that they live a safe and happy life."

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