"Don't be too hot. When cooking, it's not about setting fire to the mountain!"

As the shouting came, someone immediately responded: "Hey, hey, okay, okay, I understand!"

Under the stove, the man was roasting hot. After Mr. Xiaoyuan in a scarlet robe responded to "Yes" in a dusty face, Xiao Linlin immediately fluttered with long eyelashes and cheered Mr. Xiaoyuan who was burning fire: "Xiaoyuan works hard to cook, Xiaoyuan works hard to cook! I, of course, I think Brother Jie's skills are this, but you are not bad, you have to work harder!"

Young Master Xiao Yuan, who was still moved, was already full of tears at this moment. He was tying his hands on the side, and the servant Tobacco, who was at a loss, had to think carefully for his master: Is our master pouring cigarettes? Or is it heartbreaking?

No matter what, Young Master Xiaoyuan cooked so badly. The bamboo fungus that was secretly watching at the door couldn't help but take a step forward, and was grabbed by Dad Zhu behind him.

"Stop worrying, these rich families are not the same people as us. We think it's for filling our stomachs, but they think it's strange."

Zhusun looked at Lin Dang again and skillfully grabbed the noodles with chopsticks and put them into the oil pan. When the hot oil pan encountered the raw and cold noodles, the frying pan immediately made a crackling sound. This sound of hot and cold intertwined is really nice.

Zhusun thought it sounded nice, but he swallowed his saliva hard. The smell was so fragrant!

After the crackling sound, bursts of burnt fragrance penetrated into the breath and thrived into the taste buds of bamboo fungus. Bamboo fungus swallowed without realizing it, and was about to walk away to avoid the tempting fragrance, but saw a piece of cake around him moving around, emitting fragrance from left to right.

This is?

Zhusun stared blankly at a small round cake, and then moved back and forth to the east and west, looking at the short legs below, and couldn't help but speak, "Yah, will this cake still move?"

Xiao Linlin had a serious and serious face: "You can still eat it!"

Bamboo fungus was embarrassed to eat the delicious snacks from others, but was afraid that Xiao Linlin would burn in her hand, and even more afraid that Xiao Linlin would be tired with her arms raised, so she had to hurry to catch them. Bamboo fungus deliberately did not look at Xiao Linlin, but pretended not to know anything and looked around with the pancakes, deliberately asked: "What's going on?"

Xiao Linlin held back her laughter, imitated Lin Dang's words just now, and said seriously: "You are so sweet in small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and small cakes and

I also know that I am asking and answering myself: "Xiao Tiantian is me, Sister Zhusun! Da Tiantian is my brother Jie!"

Zhusun secretly looked at Lin Dang, who was cutting bamboo shoots, and saw that her side face was soft, and her beautiful face made the dull kitchen look bright and beautiful.

"Your brother Jie is so amazing, he can still cook!"

Zhusun’s mother left early, but Zhusun still remembers what her mother said at the time: Find a man who can cook for you and marry him. For example, her father, although he is a rough man and often makes rice with rice, his love for his wife and daughter covers up the lack of taste.

"Xiao Tiantian, come here to taste the taste for Brother Jie?"

Lin Dang glanced at Xiaolang and called Xiaolin Lin again, which made Xiaolang jump straight up.

Lin Dang made a soup with a fragrance. When the bamboo fungus was holding the bamboo fungus soup, she was a little confused. She looked at Lin Dang making it step by step. How could it smell so fragrant when someone made it?

"Stop watching it, try the sugar cakes again and see if they taste delicious?"

Lin Dang still likes this little girl from a bamboo fungus. It is obvious that Mr. Xiaoyuan is a young master from a wealthy family. By then, Mr. Zhusheng had no extra eyes to Mr. Xiaoyuan except for the surprise when he first met him. However, he had been secretly looking at them many times.

The little girl with bamboo fungus has a good vision. Xiao Linlin and Xiao Langzi are the rare little babies in the world, unique! Even Lin Dang herself, she rarely sees such a beautiful child. Not only beautiful, but also caring, not only caring, but also smart, not only smart, but also very...

Forget it, Lin Dang felt that if she had praised Xiao Linlin and Xiaolang, she would probably not have enough to finish a meal. She unconsciously raised the corners of her lips, and the dimples on the corners of her mouth were shallow, but someone had already drowned deeply.

For example, small circle

For example... bamboo fungus!

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In midsummer, I feel sweaty all over my body, let alone making a good meal. Lindang's meal, and after cooking, I can't help but sweat profusely. But Lindang's body is much better than in his previous life... No!

Lin Dang hurriedly shook his head, what a previous life, he was confused!

When Lin Dang thought of thinking about his life for several months as his previous life, he felt like there were countless rats and ants gnawing in his heart.

Just then, Dad Zhu called him: "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Lin, come and drink some rice wine to relieve your fatigue." Lin Dang passed by, looked up at the sky, and tears swayed and returned.

Dad Zhu is a cheerful person and a big man. He didn't even see Lin Dang's sadness at all.

Lin Dang quickly adjusted his mood, took a bowl of rice wine and drank it all in one go.

Zhusun blushed when he saw it, so he had to cover up and shouted angrily: "Dad, why do you advise people to drink more? Young Master Lin saw that he was not good at drinking. What should he do if he was drunk?"

Even though he said so, Zhusun was already thinking about whether the bed at home was clean, whether the bedding could be clean, and how to make Mr. Lin sleep comfortably.

Mr. Zhu, who was urging him to drink, looked at Lin Dang. Although Mr. Lin was too handsome, his thick eyebrows were as strong as his temples and a righteous face, he looked like a dignified man. However, the young master beside her was taller than Mr. Lin, but he looked much more embarrassed than Mr. Lin.

For example, now, he hesitated for a while, but he still did it because Mr. Lin finished drinking generously.

Dad Zhu frowned slightly, feeling that Lin Dang's temper was still with him. Dad Zhu felt that he was good at a person, he would share with whom the good things he had found from the mountain.

When Lin Dang was so dizzy that he was dragged to the side room by Dad Zhu, he was slightly stunned when he saw the various bamboo shoots in the large basket.

I saw Dad Zhu wave his palm and look indifferent: "These are all picked by the old man from the mountain today. If the young master doesn't dislike it, he will take some back to let the high hall at home taste it."

"Dad, you have an old problem again! Why do you eat it? As you eat it, you will attract people to see bamboo shoots. It's not a good thing like ginseng and deer antler. You can't afford it at Mr. Lin's family?"

Mushroom girl, Mr. Lin really can’t afford it.

Lin Dang lowered his head and sighed, thinking about how much family business her father earned for her, and he was also a second-generation nouveau riche. However, there was nothing left!

Now...ah, if you want to get some delicious food for the two kids, you have to go down the mountain.

Lin Dang felt a little embarrassed to look at Dad Zhu and Bamboo Seng. She felt that she had been observing the father and daughter for several days in order to eat, but it was actually a bit unauthentic. If we had the money in the future, we would collect all the bamboo shoots from his family.

Bamboo shoots can also be made into dried bamboo shoots, bamboo oil, sour bamboo shoots and old duck soup...

Many delicious foods flashed through Lin Dang's mind one after another. She suddenly had an idea and asked Dad Zhu: "Dad, how is the market for ginseng in the mountain products this year?"
Chapter completed!