Su Jiaoniang transmigrated into a book, becoming the mother of the big villain from an ancient melodrama—a paranoid, ruthless, and sadistic man.
In the book, the big villain is a notoriously ...
"What's there to be angry about? You're not even as good as a three-year-old." Lu Wujiu said, getting up and picking up the little Buddha standing behind the pavilion, placing him next to Changsheng.
The little guy is his nephew. He's shrewd and intelligent, but some of his methods are underhanded.
I find this method of eavesdropping utterly distasteful.
Changsheng stared blankly at Futu, who had been dragged over: "You, what are you doing here?"
"What do you think?" Fu Tu was speechless. Chang Sheng's little brain was only as clever as Xiao Ya's. He glanced at Lu Wujiu with a cold and hostile gaze.
Changsheng looked at Futu, then at his royal uncle, and strangely felt that the two had a similar aura.
“Little one, tone down your gaze. How dare you be so rude to your teacher?” Lu Wujiu frowned. The little Buddha’s unbridled hostility intrigued her, and she found it somewhat amusing.
What kind of enlightenment teacher is this? Changsheng stared wide-eyed!
His royal uncle was going to be his tutor, and he swallowed hard, trembling with fear.
This was the most terrifying thing he had heard during this period.
"What did you say?" Futu had a bad feeling.
"Your mother found you a tutor, you know?" Lu Wujiu stared at Futu with amusement, admiring the changes in the child's expression.
I suddenly felt the joy of raising a child.
Changsheng saw him trembling every time, filled with fear, respect, and worship, which gave him no sense of accomplishment. However, the child might be his nephew's, with a distinct personality and a cunning nature at a young age, making him more difficult to teach, but equally challenging.
"It's you?" Fu Tu frowned, staring at Lu Wujiu's fake face.
His brows quickly relaxed. As a well-behaved child who listened to his mother, he had to accept it out of love for her, even though he felt that what he learned from his daily dreams was definitely more comprehensive and faster than what he learned from this person's teaching.
"Buddha greets you, sir!" Little Buddha said obediently.
The speed at which his expression changed made Lu Wujiu frown.
If it were an adult, he could understand, but a child, suppressing his hostility and putting on a cute and innocent act.
Is the child only three years old?
nature?
"Go have fun," Lu Wujiu said, waving his hand.
Changsheng pulled Futu away.
As he stepped out of the courtyard and glanced back, he met Lu Wujiu's warning gaze. What was he warning him about? He immediately understood what Lu Wujiu was lip-syncing to; it must be a warning not to reveal his identity.
So it turns out the Imperial Uncle also enjoys traveling incognito!
But is it really a good idea to travel incognito to a neighboring country?
Well, if he likes it this way, then so be it.
What can a child do?
Futu and Changsheng walked back to the small courtyard they had just left.
Chang Sheng couldn't help but ask, "Why are you following me?"
"Your butt looks like it's been gnawed on by a goose, all flustered and panicked. I only followed you because I was worried about you." Fu Tu's words struck a chord with Chang Sheng.
"Is that so?" Changsheng nodded; he had indeed been quite flustered just now.
Fu Tu lowered his eyes, feeling worried for Chang Sheng.
She's so easily fooled; she'll definitely be manipulated by the eunuchs around her in the future.
Just like in his dream, he manipulated the old emperor in the future.
What to do? Changsheng was a bit foolish, but he was still one of their own. He couldn't just watch Changsheng be manipulated. Did he expect him to become Changsheng's chief eunuch in the future? Futu shook his head violently. Becoming a eunuch was out of the question.
A look of worry appeared on his young face. Looking at Changsheng, he was like a father looking at his own immature child, with the same concern a father would have for his son.
Su Jiaoniang was busy in the kitchen without stopping. The cake recipe itself wasn't difficult, but the key was the proportions and the effort required. Turning milk and eggs into cream required patience.
Milk is extracted step by step in a methodical manner.
With the help of several servants, it still took Su Jiaoniang a long time to make the cream. After a busy day, it was almost evening before Su Jiaoniang finally finished making a cake that was half a person tall.
There are nine layers in total, representing longevity.
The top layer has the character for "longevity" written in large red jam.
Pink peaches are decorated on other layers.
Traditional large cakes represent joy and celebration.
After finishing the cake, Madam Feng smelled the sweet aroma and looked at the large cake under her eyes, and couldn't help but say, "Are we really going to eat this? It's simply a work of art for decoration."
"Of course, it's food. When it comes to this, only delicious food and beautiful women are worth the effort, don't you think?"
Madam Feng nodded. Such a beautiful and incredibly sweet thing made her want to eat it as soon as she saw it.
Staring at the cake, then glancing at the helper, Madam Feng asked, "Does your method need to be kept secret? If so..." Before she could finish her sentence...
The servant's face turned deathly pale, and he began to tremble.
"Why are you scaring them?" Su Jiaoniang smiled and said, "Do you want the cake recipe?"
"Name your price!" Madam Feng said directly. Seeing that Su Jiaoniang wasn't angry, she knew that the matter could continue to be discussed.
Su Jiaoniang shook her head. Offering to buy out the entire deal was pointless; it would be better to just split the profits.
He glanced at Madam Feng and said, "How about I contribute my technology as equity, and we cooperate?"
Madam Feng raised an eyebrow; she had never considered collaborating with others in this way.
She would have refused if it were anyone else, but Su Jiaoniang…
Thinking about how Su Jiaoniang produced cold noodles, a smoothie machine, fried chicken, and cakes, it's clear that a woman who can create so many novel things is far more important than money.
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