Lu Futu squatted down and continued to tend the fire, which burned very brightly.

Su Jiaoniang began preparing the meal.

Mother and son worked together diligently, and time flew by.

Breakfast was laid out on the table. Lu Wujiu washed his hands and face and walked to the table.

The little girl had already started eating the egg.

The little Buddha next to him was looking at him strangely, and Lu Wujiu suspected that the food had been drugged.

Especially considering the constant mixing of poison with the Buddha statue, and taking into account the child's personality, it's quite possible that he would do something like poisoning.

Lu Wujiu fell into deep thought, wondering whether he should take these things or not, and whether eating them would turn him into a father who would be poisoned to death by his son.

"Sir, why are you eating porridge and some vegetables?" Fu Tu pretended, his soft and sweet appearance like that of the most innocent child in the world. Such a child is well-behaved, fair-skinned, and intelligent.

What bad intentions could they possibly have?

If you just give him some poison, can he refuse?

Lu Wujiu chuckled, secretly feeling distressed. In his life, he had never been afraid of anyone. In court politics, if he found out there was something wrong with the food, he would simply overturn the table.

I ran into a child.

Flip the table?

I glanced at the little girl eating happily, then at Su Jiaoniang.

What a gentle and heartwarming scene.

"Sir, aren't you hungry?" Futu asked again.

Su Jiaoniang turned her head and glanced at him. As if she had thought of something, she picked out a large piece of meat and placed it in Lu Wujiu's bowl: "Sir, please eat more. Only when you are healthy can you better govern the people."

Only when you're well-fed can you withstand a two-person beating.

Yes, she and her son are going to team up to beat up her husband.

Lu Wujiu had no room for further thought this time. If he really died at Su Jiaoniang's hands, he would be happy to do so.

A hero's grave in a land of gentle pleasures.

Just as I expected.

He didn't consider himself a hero, but when he met a woman who moved him, he was willing to risk his life to enjoy her tenderness.

Pick up the meat with chopsticks, put it in your mouth, and savor it slowly. It's very fragrant and cooked to perfection. Because of his preference, no chili was added, so the flavor is mild, but the aroma of the meat is perfectly released.

You can't even taste any poison in it;

The woman's cooking skills are truly excellent.

He glanced at Su Jiaoniang with lingering reluctance, and before he knew it, he had finished the meat.

Looking at Lu Futu again, the child's face showed little interest.

What's the meaning?

Lu Wujiu suddenly felt relieved. Perhaps he had been overthinking it. The child hadn't poisoned him at all. He had just deliberately put food on his plate to put pressure on him and make him think the child had drugged him.

How can someone so young have such excellent tactical skills?

In other words? The child has already foreseen his prediction, so...?

Regardless, this breakfast was eaten with great trepidation.

Although the child was too clever and almost ambushed him, Lu Wujiu felt only joy and no disgust, after all, he was his son.

After the meal, Futu carried his schoolbag and walked towards the private school.

Su Jiaoniang was thinking about the silk hairpins that Su Tong had made, wondering what the children had made them into.

Xiao Ya and Gou Hua continued running to the dock as usual. Day after day passed, and Xiao Ya showed no signs of being tired of making money. In fact, she was even more enthusiastic than the adults, going to the dock on time, just like someone who was working hard to earn money for a living.

"What do you want to do?" Lu Wujiu stood aside and couldn't help but ask when he saw Su Jiaoniang's gaze fixed on the backs of Xiao Ya and the others.

"I want to make money." Su Jiaoniang said, taking out a frying pan from the kitchen.

She wanted to try selling jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes). The frying pan at home was too small, but she could use it to practice. Once she was skilled, she would go to Zhang Mugen's place to have a large frying pan made, which could be used to make jianbing guozi, grilled cold noodles, and hand-pulled pancakes.

As for jianbing guozi (a type of savory crepe), she had only ever eaten it in her previous life and had no practical experience making it.

But none of these are problems for her.

Lu Wujiu reached out and touched the purse on his body. He was extremely wealthy and could ensure her a worry-free life.

But she refused to use it!

Su Jiaoniang didn't understand Lu Wujiu's thoughts. She happily ground the mung beans into powder, mixed them with flour, and added water to make a paste.

Cut a willow branch and make a small tool for spreading out the dough. After slowly making thirty-five pancakes, Su Jiaoniang's skills gradually improved. She could spread out any kind of batter into a circle, whether it was the size of a palm or the size of a face, and it was always of uniform thickness. She would fry some leavened pancakes to make crispy pancakes, pick a few half-grown green vegetables from the yard, sprinkle some pickled vegetables on top, and then wrap them up!

I took a bite, and the taste was slightly different from what I had eaten in my previous life, but it wasn't bad either.

Lettuce was unavailable, so other leafy greens were used instead. The sauce was homemade by the farmers in the summer, and its bright red color was no less impressive than that of later generations. Crispy, thin crunchy pieces were sandwiched inside. If you really wanted to know what was missing, then it was only spicy strips and ham.

If it's pork ham, someone in Sweetwater Village knows how to make it.

However, Su Jiaoniang, the queen of kings in later generations, would not be like that.

But she can eat spicy strips.

Once the five acres of chili peppers are ripe, she can use them freely and experiment with them at that time.

Su Jiaoniang brought the prepared jianbing guozi to the study and asked Changsheng about his taste. Changsheng had grown up in the palace since childhood and was used to eating the finest food. He had never eaten such a large jianbing guozi before.

Taking a bite, it's hot and slightly spicy, and the crispy bits and greens balance it out, making it quite interesting.

Compared to abalone and bear paw, it certainly can't compare.

However, Chang Sheng gave it a positive review for its novelty, creativity, and ease of consumption.

Su Jiaoniang smiled; she could sell jianbing guozi (Chinese savory crepes).

He turned around and took the pancakes to a blacksmith to make a pan and a small cart for making pancakes.

Zhang Mugen ate his pancake, his joy barely concealed. He looked at Su Jiaoniang even more, even though she was a few years older than his son and had two children. But as long as Su Jiaoniang agreed, he would allow any of his unmarried sons to choose.

He thought about how his third son was still selling pork at the butcher's house.

Zhang Mugen suddenly had a headache.

Butcher Li thought his third son was good at slaughtering and selling pork; he was strong, tall, and robust. The butcher's daughter also took a liking to Sanzhu.

But Sanzhu has someone in his heart.

The three pillars do not nod.

After finishing his jianbing guozi, a frustrated Zhang Mugen picked up a large, rimless frying pan.

He wouldn't tell Su Jiaoniang about his worries and anxieties.

Why make others worry about things that are family matters?

The next day, Su Jiaoniang got the frying pan, practiced her skills, and went out with Xiaoya.

Only Lu Wujiu and Changsheng remained in the courtyard.

Changsheng glanced at Lu Wujiu, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction: "Uncle, how can you be so useless? You even let a woman go out to do business to support us. You're supposed to be the Regent, with so much money in your hands, but you never take it out!"

"..." Lu Wujiu reached out and tore off Changsheng's clothes, smoothly gagging the child. He then tied the child to a tree.

He's such a disappointment!

The young emperor didn't seem to be much of a threat.