Yun Aiguo said this and gave the little pink ball a wink.

Receiving a signal from grandpa's eyes, Yunmian struggled to get down from grandma's arms, blinked her still wet eyes, and carried her child in a baby voice.

"Lingyun Mountain has a braised dish called 'Mankouxiang'. 'Mankouxiang' is fresh, fragrant and delicious, with an attractive color..."

"Mianmian, an immortal really taught you the marinade recipe."

Yun Mian put her small, fleshy hands behind her back and recited the words in a very orderly manner. It was hard for Mei Cuiping not to believe it.

After Yunmian finished reciting, she looked at her grandmother who was looking surprised and nodded like a little chicken pecking at rice.

"Well, the old immortal was wearing long clothes, holding a feather duster in his hand, and his hair and beard were white."

Mei Cuiping: "Is there a deity with a feather duster?"

Yun Aiguo hurriedly explained, "The feather duster Mianmian mentioned is the whisk in the hands of immortals, and the long clothes are Taoist robes or monk robes. Mianmian also said that immortals live in caves in Lingyun Mountain. Grandma, you should finally believe me now, right?"

"I believe it, I believe it."

Mei Cuiping spoke cheerfully.

"Since the old immortal has said so, let Yongcheng go into business. That job at the crappy cement factory will be gone."

Finally convinced grandma.

Yunmian breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, quickly crawled over the threshold with his short legs, and ran to the toilet to inform his father.

"Dad, grandma agreed that you can go into business."

Yun Yongcheng came out of the toilet, hugged his little girl and kissed her hard twice.

"My Mianmian is really amazing."

Yunmian shrank her neck because of the stubble on her father's chin.

Why do all of them like to hold her face and bite it today? Her face is not an apple.

After lunch, when Mei Cuiping and Chen Ju had cleaned up the kitchen, Yun Yongcheng moved the pig's head, which had been split in half, into the kitchen to prepare it for braising.

Yunmian and the Third Master followed him to the kitchen.

"Dad, we need to poke holes in the pig's head with a needle. That's what the old immortal said."

Yun Yongcheng seemed to have forgotten this step, and Yun Mian reminded him in a baby voice beside him.

"The old immortal also said that before braising, you should blanch the pig's head in boiling water so that it doesn't have a fishy smell when eaten."

Although Yun Yongcheng was a grown man, he knew a thing or two about cooking. He immediately followed Yun Mian's instructions and borrowed two thick shoe-sole needles from Mei Cuiping. He used the needles to poke holes all over the pig's head. Then, as Yun Mian said, he added white wine, ginger and garlic to blanch the pig's head.

After Yun Yongcheng was busy for a while, Yun Mian reminded him in a baby voice, "Dad, the immortal grandfather also said, pour oil into the wok, add the rock sugar into the wok and stir-fry until bubbles appear, then pour the meat and the marinade into the wok and stir-fry until fragrant, then add the water marinade."

Yun Yongcheng was just about to add water, various marinade ingredients and soy sauce into the pot. When he heard what Fentuanzi said, he quickly put the wooden gourd in his hand back to its original place, then turned his head, looked at the little girl in surprise, and did as the little girl instructed.

Just now, for a moment, he felt that his little girl was like a chef.

Half an hour later, the Yun family's low kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of braised meat, and even the yard was filled with the fragrance.

"Xiaopingzi, Yongcheng's cooking skills are pretty good. Just smell the braised meat, it's so delicious."

Old Madam Chu smelled the fragrance in the yard and praised Yun Yongcheng to Mei Cuiping who was squatting in the shade chopping wild celery.

The Third Master snorted in disapproval.

"It's not Uncle Yun who's amazing, it's Fen Dudu who's amazing. It's the immortal grandpa that Fen Dudu dreamed of, and it's Fen Dudu who taught Uncle Yun how to braise meat."

"Yes, yes, it's Mianmian who is amazing. In our Yu'er's heart, Mianmian is the most amazing."

Old Madam Chu looked at her precious grandson, and the smile on her face deepened.

Yuer knows how to protect Mianmian at such a young age. This is a good sign.