Xiao Mochen didn't expect that Manager Qiu would offer so quickly. This trip just wanted Manager Qiu to predict the market for Lingxi paintings.

Lingxi is fighting at night and painting is also very hard, but Lingxi enjoys it when she writes this picture book, which is great.

What to do depends on Ling Xi’s meaning.

"I'll go back and ask first, and then reply to Manager Qiu."

Manager Qiu: "·····"

Why do you still bring this? He was walking?

Manager Qiu was holding the hand of the painting and was reluctant to hand it back.

The eyes fell on the paintings, and they were completely inseparable.

He watched Xiao Mochen ruthlessly put the painting into his sleeve bag, and he almost burst into tears.

"Then can you spoil it out for me first, can the next chapter of Journey to the West be possible?"

"Journey to the West mainly tells the story of four masters and apprentices going to the West to obtain scriptures through eighty-one difficulties."

Manager Qiu: "?????!!!"

Oh, hey, don't you have to be so unfaithful?

You can easily lose my friend like this.

Manager Qiu: "Brother Xiao, I recently got a pot of lotus leaf wine. I wonder if I have the honor to take it to your house. Let's drink and enjoy the autumn together?"

To be simple, I want to visit your house and get the contents of the first-hand Journey to the West.

Xiao Mochen waved his hand with a refreshing look: "No, no, I don't like the smell of wine, I'm afraid of it."

Manager Qiu:····

Thank you, I was hurt.

A world where he was the only one who was injured was achieved.

Seeing Manager Qiu scratching his head, Xiao Mochen breathed out a sigh of relief. The weather was so good today.

Lingxi's small treasury, earning 100 taels plus one wallet of silver notes, I don't know how many of them are.

Since Wen's side dealt with bamboo sorbets and killed the chicken to scare the monkeys, her yard has become much cleaner.

Seeing Qian’s attitude, Ling Xi would also make the Wen family’s portion when cooking.

In her previous life, neither Afu, Arong and Wenshi had any future, nor the children in Wenshi's belly.

So Wenshi said that she was destined to be with her, and Ling Xi also agreed.

She interfered in other people's fate and interfered in other people's fate, and there was a cause and effect.

Everything in the world is like this, and good causes and good results are sown.

Ling Xi gently touched her belly, Afu and Arong, she liked it quite a bit.

If her Xiao Yanshi was born, she would probably grow into a very good young man.

The weather is getting colder and the ingredients on the market are becoming single.

A clever woman can’t cook without rice, and Lingxi will be unable to make a slap in the guise.

I am too idle, so I have a lot of time to think about what to eat for lunch and what to eat for night.

Food is the most important thing for people, and eating is still very important.

If they were the only ones, they could still be fooled by what they had, but now there is one more Wen.

Pregnant women should have a balanced nutrition and a balanced diet, and they should not fool them at all. The pregnancy is already very hard and they cannot eat food that they can comfort themselves.

Just thinking about it makes me feel a little wronged.

Fried tofu with eggs roasted at noon.

Prepare the right amount of eggs, tofu and fungus.

Soak the fungus in advance, clean it, and set it aside for later use.

Hot the pan and cool the oil, cut evenly, and piece small pieces of tofu.

Then pour in the prepared egg liquid and cover the tofu in the pot, and wait until it is set.

Add an appropriate amount of boiling water and boil for a while, then put all the auxiliary ingredients together, add a little water and mix evenly, and finally pour it into the pot.

Add a small amount of chopped green onion before serving.

The onions were grown in the clay pots they raised in the house, fresh and convenient.

After seeing the onion, Ling Xi's mind flashed with scallion oil noodles. Suck it, and the scallion oil noodles are also delicious.

However, just a little bit of green onion is enough to make noodles with scallion oil. Let’s wait until the weather is warmer next year.

One dish of tofu eggs and the other dish is shredded sour potatoes. She specially made the spicy food.

Sour, sour, spicy, very appetizing, and delicious with steamed buns.

At noon, Qian Liangzheng came over and took away a portion of spicy and sour potato shreds, tofu eggs, and a steamed bun.

The steamed buns were made by Aunt Zhao and February, so I asked Liu Xiangxiang for advice.

Liu Xiangxiang is a good at making pasta. The buns and steamed buns she made are loved by everyone in her family.

A steamed bun is noisy, soft and fluffy, as big as an adult man's fist, and Lingxi cannot eat one.

She estimated that a steamed bun in Wen's house would be enough.

If pregnant women make up too much, the child will grow too big and it will be difficult to have children.

Qian Liangzheng handed the food to the maid Qianqian and opened it and placed it in front of Wenshi.

Looking at the plain ingredients in front of him, he remembered that the weather was cold now and there was no fresh food.

Yes, they wanted to eat fresh dishes, but when they were not frozen, they were shipped from the south.

After the freezing, the greenhouses were burned in the farm, and the fresh vegetables planted were sent to the mansion.

Thinking of Xiao Mochen's situation, Qian Liangzheng felt that they should give some vegetables to the Xiao family.

"Is the boat at home coming back?"

Wen clamped the potato shredded into the steamed bun, and asked Qian Liangzheng opposite him during this gap.

"Lingxi likes to eat seafood, so I'll send more seafood to Lingxi."

When Wen was having dinner with Lingxi for the first time, while tearing her cousin in hand, she also noticed Lingxi's preferences and remembered them in her heart.

"Mrs. I was thinking just now that the weather is getting colder and colder, it is inconvenient for Xiao Mochen to eat vegetables."

Wen Shanshan: "It's hard for you to remember these chores."

"There is nothing small about the matter related to the lady."

Wen's smile was filled with laughter, and the worries when he got up disappeared quickly in Qian Liangzheng's words.

The chefs in the Silk House also make more of them in winter, and Wen's food has been eaten by him.

But what Ling Xi made was particularly different, it was just to her taste.

Wen's food was satisfied, and the combination of tofu and eggs could be made so fresh, even the black fungus became particularly different.

Ling Xi didn't know that the problem of "a good cook cannot cook without rice" that she was still worried before cooking was to be solved so soon.

Ling Xi finished her meal and was thinking about the plot of Journey to the West. She really couldn't remember it very clearly...

After drawing the first chapter, she saw Xiao Mochen's reaction and knew that she was stable. Hahahaha, it felt so good.

However, in the future, how should she draw Mr. Wu’s classic works, she chose the picture book to avoid the plot of screenwriter Wu, but now she is really afraid of destroying Mr. Wu’s classics.

The complex mood of joy and worry diluted the happiness after teasing Xiao Mochen for success.

As for Bai Ruoshui, Ling Xi had no intention of thinking about her at all.
Chapter completed!