The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

"Of course you can, you can also make dried tofu, but it requires some skills, so I'm not very successful at the moment."

"You care about these things more than I do."

Cang Wenyuan felt a little sad. He thought that he had not studied enough. He had read so many books, but he was not as good as a little girl.

"Of course I care. This is related to how much money I can make."

For a moment, the yard became quiet. In this world, people still need to be indifferent. It is a bit low to talk about money all the time. However, Lan Wangshu, who came from the modern times, did not care about these things. If anyone pointed fingers at her, she would be the richest person and slap them back.

On the one hand, they use money to show off their culture, and on the other hand, they despise the smell of money. The government encourages the development of business, and I don't know what these scholars are so noble about.

Everyone in the yard was busy with their own things. Although Lan Luochen also started reading, he did not have the same views as those scholars. He now had a blind admiration for Lan Wangshu.

As long as it was her decision, he believed in her words unconditionally. He wanted to lend a hand to help, but Lan Wangshu stopped him and glared at him. He had no choice but to sit back and drink the cup of hot tea slowly with both hands.

When it comes to skewering meat and vegetables, everyone quietly follows her to learn. How can they not learn by copying her?

It wasn't until she started slicing apples and pears and putting them on skewers that everyone started to get excited.

Fruits are considered precious things in this era. Everyone is busy eating, and only the farms of wealthy families will grow some fruits.

"Sister Wangshu, does this taste good when roasted? Don't waste it."

"You'll know once it's done baking."

Lan Wangshu didn't feel confident, but the grilled bananas and pineapples she had eaten in modern times were delicious and became sweeter. She didn't know how the apples and pears would be, but she thought they were all fruits and should be about the same.

After finally finishing the work, it was getting dark, and Cang Wenyuan stood up to go back for dinner. Gao would definitely leave some food for him.

Lan Wangshu stopped him. It was unreasonable for someone to help out and not come home for a meal. However, Gao was a married woman, and she was the head of the family anyway, so it would be better to bring Gao along so that no one would gossip.

Cang Wenyuan hesitated for a moment, nodded and agreed, then went home to pick someone up.

"You like her wife very much."

Mo Yici looked at her with a strange look in his eyes, and even Lan Luochen widened his eyes in shock.

Zhou Xingnan seemed to have thought of something and breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that this Ice Cube brother would fall in love with his boss.

"No, aren't girls meant to be loved?"

She spoke frankly, and Mo Yici and Zhou Xingnan's faces changed. They looked at each other, then quickly looked away, and then looked at each other with great sorrow.

This operation confused Lan Wangshu. What kind of encrypted conversation was this between the two people?

She couldn't imagine how complicated the hearts of these two people were. Her words were exactly the same as those of Hua Gongzi, a playboy who frequented brothels in Kyoto. He was simply the best friend of all the girls in the brothel. There was a famous saying that girls were meant to be loved.

Both of them had been to brothels and gained such experience, so they knew so much about it. However, they did not expect that their brother had actually been to such a place.

Lan Wangshu was too lazy to watch them glaring at each other. He felt the wind direction, picked up the palm-leaf fan on the ground, and started fanning.

Mo Yici glared at Zhou Xingnan coldly, waiting for him to give him an explanation, then stepped forward to help make a fire. His movements were very familiar, as if he did this often.

Lan Wangshu moved out the wire mesh, placed the skewers of meat on it, and set the oil aside to melt. The pork belly was soon roasted and sizzling with oil. The fat dripped into the charcoal fire, causing small sparks. The smoky roasting made the pork belly even more oily.

She sprinkled some seasoning on it, and the taste suddenly became wonderful, luring people's noses, and tears flowed involuntarily from the corners of their mouths.

Mo Yici was also a little surprised. The smell really made people hungry. Then he looked at his little disciple with his eyes wide open, and found it extremely interesting.

He picked up a skewer as if possessed by a ghost and waved it in front of Lan Wangyan. The little guy's eyes kept following the skewer in his hand. His cold brows softened a little and the corners of his mouth raised a little curve, not big, but it was obvious that he was in a good mood.

"Take it, be careful of the heat."

"Thank you, Master."

Lan Wangyan took it happily, blew it gently with his pouty lips, took a small bite, squinted his eyes in delight, and walked to Lan Wangshu's side with his short legs.

"Sister, it's delicious."

The little hand grabbed the skewer and handed the skewer to her mouth, which made Mo Yici feel sad. Why didn't she think about his master?

Lan Wangshu felt soft-hearted. He held the person on his lap and wiped the oil from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief. He didn't know how it got all over his face.

"Eat it, there is still a lot here. Why not give some to your master? He has worked so hard."

"Master, you eat."