I was a queen in ancient times, no, a maid!

Zhu'er is the most well-informed person in their orchid garden.

Seeing Cheng Yu cooking something on the stove, she came closer and said, "Yu'er, you just came out of the mistress' room, do you know anything?"

"Nothing happened, everything is fine, my lady."

Cheng Yu didn't want to talk about these gossips. When Zhu'er heard what Cheng Yu said, she immediately understood.

She quickly changed the subject and asked Cheng what was in the casserole and started talking about food.

I made meat porridge for Zhao Rulan this morning, and there were some leftovers.

The ingredients in the small kitchen were rich and sufficient, but Zhao Rulan was in no condition to eat the ingredients that had been prepared before.

Chickens, ducks and geese are all living creatures and can be raised for several days.

Foods like fish, shrimp and crab cannot be kept for more than two days if not eaten.

The weather is not so cold now, but these will not be kept when the weather gets hot.

Especially some meat, if the owner wants to change the taste after buying it, the meat or prepared ingredients will have to be thrown away if they are not eaten as soon as possible.

What a pity to throw away food.

Generally speaking, Mother Wang would take it away.

Madam Li is a lonely woman with no home, no husband and no children. She cannot finish all the extra food.

Mother Wang has a large family, and she would secretly take away any excess food from the small kitchen.

Now there is Cheng Yu who can cook in the small kitchen. Cheng Yu privately distributed some ingredients, but did not take away all of them. There are still a lot left, so Mother Wang did not feel wronged.

What Cheng Yu was cooking at this moment were the leftover scraps of lean meat and two pieces of spare ribs. She put them together in a casserole, washed two handfuls of rice, and cooked a pot of meat porridge.

Zhao Rulan came from a good family and had a large dowry. The rice she ate was fine white rice that was very oily.

After cooking, whether it is cooked into porridge or rice, the aroma is fragrant.

I heard that this is the fragrant rice that Zhao Rulan specially grew on her own farm.

The flavor comes out after the small casserole is rolled a few times.

The aroma of meat and the sweet taste of rice whet your appetite.

Today's breakfast in the small kitchen is a pot of rice soup, a big stew, and steamed buns.

But those who come first can eat their fill, and those who come later will have nothing to eat. No one will tell you what is fair or unfair.

Zhu'er came back a little late because she went out, and only ate a bowl of rice soup, half a bowl of stewed vegetables and a steamed bun.

She was doing the cleaning work in the outer courtyard. The work was heavy and she was already hungry at this hour.

"Good Yu'er, give me a bowl first. I'm really hungry."

Cheng Yu said: "Wait a minute, it's not ready yet."

"Go call Sister Ding Xiang over later. Don't worry, there will be food for you."

After hearing what Cheng Yu said, Zhu'er went to the side room and saw Dingxiang standing outside the door.

Zhu'er ran over and said a few words. Dingxiang smiled slightly and said, "It's a good thing she still thinks of me."

"Let's go. Aunt Zhang is with my wife in the house. I can go and take a look some time."

Zhu'er said with a smile, Yu'er is so nice to Sister Dingxiang.

By the time Zhu'er and Dingxiang came over, Cheng Yu had already served the porridge.

After resting in the morning, Madam Li went to the side room behind the kitchen to rest.

Mother Wang picked up a piece of meat left over from last night and said that her grandson had not eaten meat for a long time. The meat would be inedible if left there any longer, and it would be a pity to throw it away, so it would be better to take it back with her.

Cheng Yu knew that Mother Wang said this to her on purpose.

Cheng Yu then said that Mother Wang was the old lady in the small kitchen, and it was up to Mother Wang herself to decide how to deal with the remaining scraps.

She only uses some occasionally and not too much. As for the rest, it is up to Mother Wang to do with it.

To be honest, there is quite a lot of kitchen surplus in this small kitchen.

The meat that Zhao Rulan eats, such as chickens, ducks and geese, are all raised in groups of dozens.

We haven't finished eating yet, but more food has been delivered from the farm.

There are also various fruits and vegetables, which are delivered every few days.

The things we buy are only for emergency needs, and even vegetables have to be delivered specially by someone.

The person who comes to deliver the vegetables is from outside. Every morning, he would carry the selected vegetables to the small kitchen. Madam Li or Madam Wang would make their selections and pay for them. As for the ones not selected, they would be carried away by the vegetable delivery man.

Unless some special ingredients are needed or urgently needed and not available in the small kitchen, people will be asked to buy them.

Therefore, people in the small kitchen seldom go out to buy things.

Going out two or three times a month is considered a lot.

Cheng Yu originally wanted to go for a walk with the shopkeepers in the small kitchen, but she hadn't been out for some time since the last time Mother Wang and Taozi took her out.

She wants to buy a pot.

She used a clay stove in the servants' room, and even in the small kitchen she had no choice but to use an old clay pot.

The boiler is used exclusively by the mistress for cooking and cannot be used by servants like them.

There are many foods that can be cooked in a frying pan, so Cheng Yu really wants it.

Look at Zhu'er calling Dingxiang over.

Cheng Yu immediately brought over the porridge that he had just served.

"Sister Ding Xiang, you must have not eaten anything since you were so busy this morning. I made some porridge for you to eat."

When eating the big pot meal, Cheng Yu didn't see Ding Xiang coming.

Ziwei came, but she didn't look very good. She only ate half a steamed bun and some stewed vegetables, and left soon.

She was worried that Zhao Rulan would come and question her after she recovered.

Cheng Yu doesn't care about these things.

What she had to do now was to fulfill her duties and try her best to satisfy Zhao Rulan so that she could get a chance and escape from her slavery.

She has an older brother. Cheng Yu thought that since she had traveled to ancient times and used the original owner's body, she would try her best to free her brother from slavery in return.

Of course, it would be best if her nominal brother was willing. If he wasn't willing and insisted on being a slave, she wouldn't care and let him do whatever he wanted.

Dingxiang looked at the porridge that Cheng Yu brought.

It was still steaming and smelled surprisingly fragrant.

"What have you done? It smells weird."

"I added some minced meat to the pork rib porridge. Sister Dingxiang, here is a plate of sour cowpeas. I fried them with minced meat and added some pickled peppers and chili peppers. Try it. It goes well with the porridge."

Dingxiang was so worried about her mistress that she couldn't eat and had no appetite.

But when she saw the pork ribs porridge made by Cheng Yu and the spicy and sour fried cowpeas, her appetite was immediately whetted.

First, pick up a piece of sour cowpea with chopsticks and put it in your mouth. The taste...

It tastes sour and fragrant.

"good to eat."

It's so delicious that you want to swallow your tongue.

Zhu'er, who was standing by, was also anxious, but in front of Dingxiang, she didn't dare to say anything, so she could only quietly pull off Cheng Yu's clothes.

"Yu'er, where's my share..."

Cheng Yu glanced at Zhu'er and said, "Look how greedy you are. The extra portion on the table is yours. I even put two pieces of pork ribs in your bowl."

Zhu'er immediately said with a smile: "Yu'er is so nice, I won't be polite then."

"When have you ever been polite to me?"

Cheng Yu chuckled, and she also picked up the small bowl and ate a bowl of porridge.

There were not many ribs to begin with, so she put three pieces into Dingxiang's bowl and two pieces into Zhu'er's bowl, thinking that there would still be two or three pieces in the casserole.