When the car arrived at the door, a thin little maid came up to help with panic on her face.

"Sister Huan..." She saluted Yao Huan, "A Si just ran to talk about this disaster. Meituan thought she would not see you again."

As she said that, she used her sleeve to wipe her eyes. The aunt spat repeatedly and said, "Bao, what is the little slut, I'm not lucky to say, please help Sister Huan in."

Yao Huan swollen half of his head and face, and the pain was still clear, but he found it funny.

How is this little maid from my aunt’s house called “Meituan”?

"Ele. Are you? You go and lie down first, and my aunt will make you a bowl of soup cakes." After settling in the house and taking off all her wedding clothes, my aunt said softly to Yao Huan.

Another sentence was added: "Your favorite waist soup cake."

Yao Huan moved to the head of the bed with difficulty, but found that the bedding in ancient times was not as reliable as the back of the bed. The aftermath of the concussion made her feel that she couldn't straighten her neck, so she had to arch her waist and lay on the bed board.

Meituan entered the room with a soft pillow bag. Seeing Yao Huan's weak look, she hurriedly put the pillow bag forward and picked up Yao Huan and adjusted her posture so that she could lie on the pillow comfortably.

Although this little girl is thin, she is too strong. Yao Huan said in her mind, squinting her eyes at Meituan, and seeing her tender face, she looks like a middle school girl in later generations. She is probably about fourteen or fifteen years old, with faint eyebrows, dark and round eyes, wide distance between eyes, and a flat nose, with a bit of silly appearance.

"Sister Huan is so comfortable?" Meituan asked earnestly.

Yao Huan said "yes".

"Does Huan Jieer want to pee?" Meituan asked again.

Yao Huan was stunned and immediately realized that she was asking her if she wanted to go to the bathroom. It turned out that "Dengdong", "Excuse me" and "clean hands" were just saying things for the sake of elegance. Ordinary people just spoke in plain language.

Yao Huan was just in need and nodded. Meituan hurriedly brought a somewhat mottled toilet from the corner of the house, but looked like a pretty clean toilet.

It must be done. After Meituan helped Yao Huan to bed again, she actually went to the copper basin where water was stored in the corner of the house and twisted a handkerchief to wipe her hands.

The servants and maids of my aunt's house are quite particular. Yao Huan muttered.

Since she arrived at the house, she has been looking and observing silently. The donkey cart has not walked very far from the Bian River. The houses around the neighborhoods are relatively crowded, but they are all bricks and tiles. There are no dilapidated thatched huts, nor do they smell the choking smell. It should be a place in the city that is not a slum.

As soon as my aunt entered the door, she was a small patio, narrow but in the center, with a mini flower bed. There were only three rooms around the small patio. The front hall, the east and west rooms, and the stove was probably walking backwards between the two walls next to the hall. Except for Yao Huan, the house where he was lying to recuperate, the other two rooms must not be spacious, because the chimneys of the neighbors were very close.

However, the eyes were all clean and neat, with tables, cabinets and beds in place, and even curtains with plain patterns were worn beside the windows and fences. The green curtains were particularly beautiful and comfortable to watch by the mid-spring afternoon sun.

What Yao Huan is most concerned about is that his aunt seems to have no parents-in-law, husband, and children...

Just like this, one master and one servant?

While Yao Huan was thinking, his aunt brought food into the house.

Wow, what a big bowl of waist-flowered noodles.

Under the ardent gaze of my aunt, Yao Huan had to bite the bullet and open her mouth and catch a large chopstick waist flower fed by Meituan.

Yao Huan has never liked to eat animal offal since she was a child. She was most afraid of her waist and large intestine when she went into the water. No matter how clean the hotel was, she still felt a scent of urine. Not to mention eating, she would vomit when she smelled it.

Just now, I heard my aunt say she wanted to be her niece's favorite waist-flower soup cake. Although Yao Huan was stunned, she guessed that she might have traveled to this era and borrowed the body of the Yao girl, she might have inherited the girl's taste habits. And if God still let her carry her past memories of joy and joy, and her taste and preferences in her previous life, then she would have made up her mind that since she had worn this era, she would give her whatever she wanted.

Unexpectedly, when the soft and trembling lump of waist flowers came to the tip of the tongue that made the brain particularly pleasant.

A little bit of sweet and sour, a little bit of salty and fresh, neither cool nor hot. The unique meat aroma of animal fat is mixed with a bit of plant fragrance, tender elasticity and tough brittleness, and the balance is perfect.

I really didn’t expect that a small piece of waist flower would make dopamine fireworks bloom on top of my head!

My aunt claimed to be the dominant pigs going into the water on both sides of the Bian River. No matter whether the diners she faced were close or distant, what she enjoyed the most was the pleasure and satisfaction she read from the tips between her eyebrows and eyes when the other party ate the delicious food.

My niece is a simple and kind child who is as beautiful as a flower, simple and kind as a flower. Because of her strong temperament, she almost separated from her gods forever. Now she looks like Yao Huan is swallowing her voraciously and she is clearly living. What my aunt feels is not only the pride of being a chef, but her heart is filled with gratitude to God.

Thank God, you took away my Shen Fuzhi's close relatives again and again. After all, you have expressed your compassion and left my sister's only bones and blood behind.

When my aunt was happy, she became interested, sat on the couch and opened her conversation.

"Sister Huan, when your mother taught me to be a chef, she always taught me that the five flavors should not be biased. Salty makes people live short, sour, sour, and savory tastes damage the righteousness, bitter tastes damage the heart, and if it is too sweet, it hurts people's ambition. Therefore, although the roasted pig intestines and waist-flower soup cakes in my aunt's shed are a family in Bianjing City, I am good at diligently and frivolously and destructively. I have to think deeply about these two food seasonings."

My aunt stepped forward and stared at the waist flower in Yao Huan's bowl, and continued to tell the story: "Entering water and even the most delicious thing is also the most fragrant thing. Seasoning not only needs to remove the smell, but also needs to make its meaty aroma. In these days, my aunt tried a new recipe, skimming the pork waist off the white smell, and blanching it in boiling hot green onion until it was about to break the raw water, and then marinating it with soybean paste, wasabi, hawthorn paste, and rock sugar for two or three hours. When you are about to make a soup cake, a wide soup pancake will rise in the soup pan, and the other end will boil the marinated waist with hot oil in the wok, and then put it on the cake noodles. In this way, the waist flower is sweet and sour, spicy and salty, but each taste does not take away the meaty smell of the ingredients. Do you think it is more fragrant than before?"

Yao Huan responded "um" and then figured out his aunt's accent, and boldly said: "Fragrant!"

There seemed to be no flaws. Yao Huan suddenly had some confidence in learning the tongue with this simple tongue tip.

My aunt saw Yao Huan put the chopsticks in Meituan and finished eating like a wind and cloud, and couldn't help but smiled even more reassuringly: "The doctor taught me just now. You must be careful of your vomiting, and you may have internal injuries. Now it seems that it is still peaceful. Speaking of the doctor, he looks good, but he is a very good face, and he is afraid that he is a doctor in the north of the city. Unfortunately, it's urgent. I can't thank him even if he respects his surname and is unable to thank him."
Chapter completed!