The real daughter is really not a human being

After all this trouble, they finally found the little girl in the yard, who was cleaning up the weeds on the roadside.

The master and servant came back to their senses and said to Yaoguang, "Little girl, isn't this Old Lady Hu's yard?"

Yaoguang turned her head and looked at the two of them and said calmly: "Yes!"

The scholar seemed to realize something, and looked at Yaoguang and asked, "Did you clean this yard?"

Yaoguang looked at the two strangers and said, "It's me."

The servant patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "I was so scared, I thought the yard was gone for no reason! Master, I'll help you in."

As the servant boy spoke, he continued to help Zhao Yan walk inside.

They are also tenants in this courtyard, renting the main wing.

Many tenants had lived in the yard, most of them were scholars who could not cook. The owner of the yard had some ideas and separated the kitchen, added a bed board, and rented it out as a room.

After Yaoguang cleaned up the yard and chopped the firewood in the kitchen, Sun came back with the vegetables in her hand.

Sun went to buy a fish, two pieces of tofu, a handful of vegetables, and two kilograms of flour.

Sun, who had just entered the yard, was also shocked by the scene in the yard, thinking that she had walked into the wrong place. Seeing Yaoguang still standing in the yard, she walked in with peace of mind.

"Did you clean up all these?" Sun asked.

Yaoguang did not deny it, "Aunt, I cleaned it up."

Sun sighed!

Although life in the old house was hard, there was a woman from the same clan and an old servant to help with the chores, so the family was not short of money.

She never let Yaoguang do any rough work, and even let her go to the village school to study, hoping that she would become a successful person.

Now that I follow her to the capital, I will have to endure some hardships.

"Good child, your aunt will come to cook fish soup for you. Let's eat fish soup and noodles!" said Sun, pulling Yaoguang inside.

When buying the fish, Sun went late and was busy bargaining with the fishmonger on the street, so he forgot to ask him to help process the scales.

Pots and pans were borrowed, but there was nothing else.

There is not even any firewood, rice, oil, salt or a knife to cut fish!

Sun patted her head in annoyance and sighed, "I'm old and useless! I keep forgetting things. I'll go out and borrow a kitchen knife and buy some oil and salt!"

Yaoguang took the initiative to step forward, looked at the fish tied with straw rope on the table and said: "Aunt, give me the fish, I can kill it."

It wasn't that Sun didn't believe Yaoguang. She asked curiously, "What do you use to kill the fish?"

Yaoguang immediately took out the blunt knife she had snatched from the robbers during the day. She had sharpened the knife and used it to cut the dead branches in the yard.

If she grinds it a little more, it will be more than enough to process the fish!

Sun looked at the dagger in Yaoguang's hand and naturally recognized where the knife came from. She immediately felt a tightness in her chest.

"Or I should go to someone else's house and borrow one..."

What if the robber had used this knife to kill someone? When Sun thought about cooking with a knife that had killed someone, she immediately lost her appetite!

Yaoguang seemed to realize at this moment that Sun didn't like the knife. Without saying anything more, she walked straight to the yard with the knife in her hand. She chopped off a thick bamboo in the yard with one stroke, and then with two more clicks, a sharp piece of bamboo appeared in Yaoguang's hand.

Yaoguang came forward with a bamboo knife and said, "Aunt, can I use this knife?"

Sun nodded, and was very calm about Yaoguang's actions. Compared with what happened yesterday, the fact that Yaoguang cut bamboo to make a knife seemed not worth mentioning.

The iron knife was expensive, and she had to pay money to borrow one. The bamboo knife was easier to use, and she didn't have to spend money. After figuring this out, Sun handed everything over to Yaoguang and went to the street to buy oil and salt.

Seeing Sun walk out of the yard, Yaoguang went straight to the kitchen and started busying herself with pots and pans.

Yaoguang had never cooked before, but the main brain stored a lot of audio and video and information. When the main brain taught her, it also taught her the human food culture, and Yaoguang remembered it.

Yaoguang first mixed flour and water in the right proportion and kneaded it into a smooth dough ball. Then she took the fish to the well, scaled it, removed the bones, and even removed the tiny fish bones according to the method she remembered.

This is what Yaoguang saw the chef do in the video. She didn’t think there was anything wrong with her approach. Instead, she was worried that she wouldn’t do it well because it was her first time.

The fish was very fat and there was a lot of oil in the maw. Yaoguang cut off the maw and threw it into the pot. She lit the stove, fried the fish, boiled fish soup, and finally poured in the chopped tofu and simmered it on low heat.

Sun hasn't come back yet, but the aroma of the fish soup in the pot is wafting from far away!

It was dinner time, and many people were busy in the kitchen. Some had finished their meals early and were walking outside to digest their food. When they smelled the wonderful aroma, they all stretched their necks, took a deep breath, and sighed.

"Who's cooking meat? It smells so good!"

"What kind of meat is this? How can it smell so good? I've never smelled it before?"

Because there were many people cooking at this time, the smoke from the cooking in Yaoguang's courtyard was not very conspicuous. In addition, when the wind blew, the fragrance was everywhere. People couldn't find the source, so they could only take a few breaths of the fragrance in the wind and sigh in their hearts.

However, in the courtyard, Zhao Yan and his servant, who were closest to the kitchen, were closest to the source of the fragrance and smelled a stronger odor.

Zhao Yan came back from drinking and felt uncomfortable in his stomach. He drank a cup of hot tea and lay on the bed. He hadn't slept for half a day. The smell of this fragrance made him even more unable to sleep. The gluttony in his stomach kept tempting him, making him uncomfortable.

Zhao Yan asked, "Is someone cooking in the kitchen?"

When the book boy smelled the fragrance, he went out to take a look. There was a little girl and an old woman living in the courtyard, and the door of this wing room was directly open, without any defense for them.

"Master! I saw that little girl washing vegetables by the well before. It seemed like she was cooking!" The servant boy said, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

So fragrant!

Zhao Yan felt so uncomfortable that he sat up and said, "Go ask if the girl sells the food she made. Buy a bowl."

He had eaten all kinds of delicacies, but he had never smelled such a delicious aroma that disturbed him so much. If he didn't try it, he would feel regretful for the rest of his life.

After receiving the master's order, the servant boy immediately ran to the kitchen door with the silver and knocked.

Yaoguang opened the door and looked at the man standing at the door whom she had met before. He lived next door.

As soon as the kitchen door opened, a stronger aroma overflowed. The servant swallowed hard and said, "Little girl, the food you cook is so delicious. Can you sell me a bowl?"

Yaoguang shook her head, "Not for sale."

This rejection was too direct, and the boy was discouraged. He continued, "Just name a price. My young master is rich!"

Yaoguang was still very firm: "No, we won't sell it. This is what we eat. If you want to eat it, you can make it yourself."

The food was bought by my great aunt, and was only enough for the two of them.

The boy was so embarrassed to stand there and ask for food after being refused so decisively, so he had to go back into the house in shame.