"My wife is smart, and the restaurant is very good!" Yang Shuirong exclaimed with a smile when she heard this.

"Puff, you are just a good person to flatter!" Mao Caiwei thought Yang Shuirong was just a flatterer!

"I think my wife is happy, which is my happiest moment." Who said that the ancients were subtle? Look at Yang Shuirong's affectionate look, she doesn't believe that the ancients were subtle.

"I have to find someone to make the restaurant plaque. By the way, the furniture and green plants in the restaurant must be made more beautiful, but this will cost a lot. Does our family have that much money to make?" Mao Caiwei was very worried that the delicious restaurant she wanted to make was just tossing.

"If you borrow it, you will have it. If the restaurant makes a considerable profit, you might be able to repay the principal and interest in half a year!" Yang Shuirong made a calculation in his heart, looked at Mao Caiwei with a firm look, and said seriously.

"Borrow? How much can Lian Zhe lend you?" Mao Caiwei didn't believe that Lian Zhe would agree to borrow a large sum of silver to Yang Shuirong.

"Madam, at this time, you just need to choose to believe me. Please don't guess and think about other things. Now you have to think about the menu of our delicious restaurant and have to make three signature dishes. Think about everything else you can think of. Go back and tell me, I'll write the menu." At least his words are much better than Mao Caiwei's dog reptile.

"Do you think my handwriting is ugly?" Mao Caiwei was not stupid either, and could guess what Yang Shuirong thought in his heart at once.

Mao Caiwei remembered the recipes she wrote to Gongsun Muyan last time at Qianyan. Then he still remembered Gongsun Muyan's expression at that time, surprised and frowned.

"I really can't make any moves. Madam, I think you'd better give me a copybook for you. You can take the time to practice. So good that Madam wants to be a majestic boss in the future. Shouldn't she be able to write beautiful calligraphy?" He knew that Mao Caiwei planned to make a very good plan, but she gave him a headache when writing.

"Well, then I'll take the time to practice with your copybook." Yes, there was no computer in ancient times, so she could only practice calligraphy with her copybook as honestly as the primary school student.

"My wife, you should practice Madam Wei's small regular script for hairpin." Yang Shuirong thought it would be more appropriate for women to practice small regular script for hairpin.

"Okay." Mao Caiwei agreed readily.

The next morning, Yang Shuirong took Mao Caiwei to the wasteland to see the terrain, explain the shape of the homestead to her, and also planned to plant green plants in the courtyard. He followed Mao Caiwei's suggestion, saying that flowers such as pink roses, hibiscus flowers were planted by the fence.

Mao Caiwei heard him tell me very well, thinking that in modern times, he couldn't live in a villa. Unexpectedly, in ancient times, he had the opportunity to build a pastoral villa, which was very good.

After coming out of the wasteland, I went to the assigned cornfield.

"My wife, in ten days, these corns will be cooked on the cobs, so you can pick them as roasted corn that my wife likes to eat." Yang Shuirong held her hand and walked slowly on the ridge of the field, saying to her with a smile.

At this moment, the two of them were like a pair of fairy couples in the field, which made outsiders look very envious.

At noon, Mao Caiwei said she would go back to have a meal, but Yang Shuirong didn't object.

Because the temporary kitchen was set up yesterday afternoon, Mao Caiwei could use the temporary kitchen to cook for herself and Yang Shuirong.

"My wife, I'll cook the fire, you cook the food." Yang Shuirong said with a smile, not caring about the cold eyes that his mother Shi saw from a distance.

Shi was so angry that she wanted to be the son of a high-ranking official in the future, and she was actually burning fire for her wife. Now she really became disliked by Mao Caiwei.

"Lao San's wife, do you use thick wooden blocks to burn the fire in the stove, and you can use the oil pan to set the fire again... How can the third child become so dirty, like crawling out of a pile of ashes!" Shi Shi couldn't hide his words in his heart. When he passed by, he couldn't help but say a few words.

"Mother-in-law, now the family is separated." Mao Caiwei thought to herself that she is separated, why are you meddling in other people's business? In addition, Yang Shuirong herself took the initiative to ask for the fire. She didn't put the kitchen knife on his neck and forced him to burn the fire for her.
Chapter completed!