"Did Zhang Jingyu eat it?" Gu Nianjia asked

Bah, why does she care about his straight man?

Gu Nianjia regrets that she wants to take back the question.

But miss sun had heard it and smiled back to her. "Elder sister is there to take care of it. You don't have to worry."

Gu Nianjia has come to the table. Looking at some small dishes, she has a big appetite.

I can't wait to eat with chopsticks, and pick up Mr. Sun's words, "I don't worry about him, just be polite."

She put a chopstick into her mouth to taste each dish.

It's still that taste. It's wonderful.

Looking at Miss Sun, she felt that she was nearly 50 years old, and the maintenance was the same as that of the 40 year old. From the aspect of dress and temperament, she didn't look like a person who would enter the kitchen at all.

If she hadn't seen her busy in the kitchen with her own eyes, she would have doubted that every time the delicious food was really made by her.

She wanted to know how she could cook a good dish. "Auntie, how do you cook?"

It's so delicious that the cooks outside are not necessarily good at her craft.

She didn't ask such a question before, nor was she curious about it, because she said that their family conditions were not good, and that conditions were not good, so she must cook by herself, otherwise who would cook.

Now I know that she is born into a powerful family. It sounds like she is very popular. Otherwise, I won't let Sun Yueran take her last name.

Shouldn't it be ten fingers that don't touch yangchunshui when I'm at my mother's house?

It's said that Zhang Jingyu's father loves her very much after her marriage, let alone let her into the kitchen. How could she have such a good cooking skill?

Are they more traditional in Zhangjia?

Do women have to cook?

Thinking of this, Gu Nianjia worries about her future.

She doesn't know how to cook. She can't live with those dishes she learned.

What if Zhangjia really has this tradition?

Miss sun looked back with a smile and said, "I thought about it myself."

What do you think? How many times do you have to practice such a good cooking skill?

There was a little more admiration in Miss Sun's eyes. She was surprised and asked, "do you like cooking?"

Sun nodded. "Of course."

While talking, she is still picking fishbone for Gu Nianjia.

Put the pieces of fish into the good bowl.

From time to time, she would feel the temperature with her hands.

Gu Nianjia is still worried about whether there is a tradition that women have to cook in Zhangjia. She continues to probe, "isn't it necessary to cook?"

If you have to ask a woman to cook, then she will take advantage of the summer and winter holidays to sign up for a cooking class, or she will not cook.

Miss sun seemed to see what Gu Nianjia was thinking. She smiled and poked her hand at Gu Nianjia's forehead. "Silly child, there are many servants in our family. I just want to do it."

She went to investigate the temperature of chicken soup again. It was almost the same. She took it up and put it in front of Gu Nianjia. Then she said, "it's just that I like to see your uncle and Jingyu eat the food I made. It's very delicious and fulfilling."

As she said this, the smile on her face became sweeter and happier.

From the heart.

Gu Nianjia is puzzled. She frowns at Miss Sun. Is there any sense of achievement in this kind of thing?

She has to work hard for half a day to make a table of vegetables in the kitchen. She is very tired. She has a sense of achievement twice at a time. She can do it for a long time, let alone a sense of achievement.