Chapter 575： letter?

  Chapter 575 letter?

Kun'er is always the first to run over, hugging Yang Lan'er's thigh, and stretching her head to look at the table: "Mother, is this for food? Is it delicious? Can my son have a taste?"

"Okay, tell mother, do you want something sweet or salty?" Yang Lan'er couldn't help her second son, so she heard him say that she wanted something sweet, so she sprinkled cooked sesame seeds and crushed peanuts on one of the bowls, and then drizzled honey.

Looking at the children around the table, they all wanted something sweet, so she helped them make it one by one.

Watching the children gobble up their food, Tan Anjun leaned over to his little wife and said pitifully, "My wife, I want to eat something salty for my husband."

He only remembers to take care of the children, and forgets his husband to a corner. If he doesn't come close to him, he might not be able to get his turn if everyone present has something to eat.

He can't compete with the children, but the adults must be the first to eat the tofu nao made by his little wife.

Yang Lan'er pursed her lips and smiled slightly. For this large husky, she could only feed her fate.

Let everyone who is busy in the yard do it themselves, and add seasonings by themselves if they want to eat sweet or salty.

As soon as Duan Yan came back from the outside, he was called over by the housekeeper, took the bowl that Li Chun handed over, looked at the white in the bowl with a bit of soy sauce, scooped up a spoon, the white object stood trembling on the spoon, took a sip, Smooth and tender, salty and a little spicy in the mouth.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the woman who was wandering around the children. Is this another new food made by her? Why does she know so many prescriptions?

Yang Lan'er didn't know that someone was suspicious of her. After everyone finished eating, she taught Mrs. Wang how to press tofu brains into tofu, wrap them in gauze for packing, and press the cover with stones.

Yu'er approached and asked curiously: "Mother, if this is pressed with a stone, won't the tofu brain be broken into slag?"

"Pfft!" Yang Lan'er laughed, looking at her son with crooked eyebrows, "My silly son, if you press this down with a stone, all the water in the tofu brain will flow out. What will become of it, mother does not know, because it is also the first time mother has made it, and it will only be revealed tomorrow morning."

Knowing that she can't say it, let's leave some suspense for the children to imagine and explore.

"Ah...! It won't be ready until tomorrow morning?" Yu'er paused, her eyes full of disappointment.

"Well," Yang Lan'er touched his forehead, and said softly: "Son, don't be impatient when you do anything, you can't become fat if you eat one bite, you have to eat one bite at a time, you have to walk step by step on the road, and you won't fall if you keep your feet on the ground. But, Yu'er, you have to remember: everything can be done only when it is practical."

Yu'er nodded, and after being rambling about for a while, she remembered to ask her: "Mother, this food is ready tomorrow morning, you must remember to make it for us, my son wants to try it first. "

Yang Lan'er smiled: "Okay, go play with my younger brother and the others, and remember to have dinner at the restaurant later."

Sure enough, before dinner, Yu'er took the children into the restaurant, and at the same time, Butler Wang followed her in.

Steward Wang entered the door and said, "Uncle, here is a letter from you."

The whole family was sitting at the table, teasing and chatting with the three treasures and four treasures. Hearing this, they all looked up at the housekeeper.

"My letter?" Yang Cunren asked.

The people he met on the border were basically his comrades, and he usually came to inform him of military affairs. Who would write to him?

Steward Wang handed the letter to him: "Well, I don't know who wrote it, it was sent by a servant."

(end of this chapter)