The little girl happily agreed.

Futu suddenly felt uneasy, staring at Changsheng as if he were an enemy.

Changsheng belatedly looked towards the pagoda and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"..." Fu Tu chuckled.

Xiao Ya has already started discussing with Gou Hua what to add to their food stall. They finally concluded that liangpi (cold skin noodles) is their specialty and their signature dish, and they can't give it up even if fewer people eat it.

Pig's head meat is too expensive for them to handle; the cost of a large pig's head every day is too high.

Lotus root slices can be added, as can braised chicken feet, duck feet, and chicken and duck necks, but which duck shop only sells duck feet? Xiao Ya became melancholy, and Gou Hua also became melancholy.

Restaurants sell roast chicken and roast duck whole. Are they going to go to the restaurant and ask the chef, "Can you sell me the duck feet and duck necks separately?"

When the chicken and duck served to the guests at the restaurant, they are never incomplete!

The plan wasn't going to work, so the two chattering girls discussed it again and decided to add lotus root slices and braised pork. The braised pork was delicious.

It doesn't matter if the price is high; we can cut it into small pieces and sell it piece by piece. Such fragrant meat will definitely attract customers.

Lu Futu shook his head, thinking that Xiao Ya still lacked the business sense to make money. They had been working at the docks for so long, but they had never thought of opening a shop to provide themselves with shelter from the wind and rain.

Without a broader awareness, we'll suffer when winter comes.

Lu Futu thought of these things, but he didn't immediately give any advice. The girl was still young and inexperienced. Renting a shop was such a simple matter; there would be enough time by winter.

After discussing it, the group held hands and walked home.

Changsheng stepped forward and volunteered to Su Jiaoniang, who had just returned from Doctor Liu's place, saying, "Godmother, I want to learn how to make braised meat from you. After I learn, I can help Xiaoya. And if I want to eat your braised meat after I leave, I can make it myself."

Standing under a tree to the side, Lu Wujiu's eyes suddenly fell on Changsheng.

The future emperor actually wanted to learn how to make braised meat.

this……

It's not easy to understand.

The kids seem to be getting weirder and weirder.

He looked at Su Jiaoniang, wondering how she would respond.

Would you refuse?

Su Jiaoniang smiled and patted Changsheng's shoulder: "You can learn if you want, anyone can learn!"

Su Jiaoniang's gaze swept over Futu and Xiaoya.

The little girl took a step forward. Although she might not be able to learn it, and she might not even be able to hold the kitchen knife properly, she really wanted to learn and wanted to make the most delicious meal herself.

I eat happily every day.

Su Jiaoniang looked at the pagoda with a smile.

She wouldn't force her child to learn this. Although Futu, who grew up in poverty, couldn't cook delicious food, he knew how to start a fire, boil water, and put basic rice in water. Even if he got stuck in a stalemate, he wouldn't starve.

However, if boys master one more life skill, it will be much easier for them to pursue women in the future.

At this moment, Su Jiaoniang's mind drifted to the female protagonist of the original book, Li Xu!

Didn't she conquer the hearts of every man she encountered by relying on her delicious cooking skills?

Her son shouldn't be too bad either! She just hopes that her child will like someone who likes him back, and not get hung up on one person!

"I...will learn!" Lu Futu saw hope in Su Jiaoniang's eyes.

Then let's learn it!

Cooking shouldn't be too difficult, right?

Su Jiaoniang got busy, while Lu Wujiu relaxed.

Both students went to learn how to make braised meat. Although his daily teaching time did not decrease, the time the children spent on studying was inevitably affected. This was not a big deal. For Lu Wujiu, the most difficult thing to accept was having to eat meat with different flavors. Some were too salty, some were too bland, and some were even burnt.

It would be a waste if the kids at home didn't eat what they made.

On this day, he saw a black braised meat served in front of him by a Buddha statue.

He stood up silently: "Something has come up in the county town, I'll go there first."

After Lu Wujiu finished speaking, his face turned pale. He took a deep look at Futu, got up, and walked towards the county town.

If they don't leave soon, he'll be poisoned to death.

The little monk stared at the meat on the plate, picked up a piece with his chopsticks, and a strange taste filled his mouth. It was clearly made with the same ingredients, cooked at the same temperature, and even cooked in the same pot, but the meat that came out of his hands tasted strange.

It's clear that Changsheng (a type of traditional Chinese medicine) is very delicious.

Xiao Ya has already taken the braised meat made by Chang Sheng out to set up her stall.

He makes a lot of food, but if you eat too little, your stomach will feel uncomfortable; if you eat too much, it will kill you.

Su Jiaoniang stared at Xiao Futu's dejected back. Her lips twitched. In her previous life, she had heard of a type of person who, even with a stopwatch, measuring cylinder, and small electronic scale to precisely measure the time and quantity, still couldn't make the food they cooked.

Disastrous cooking, a kitchen killer.

Is Futu really that kind of person?

But before, the child clearly knew how to cook simple meals that wouldn't starve him.

Perhaps this person is destined to only eat food prepared by others? And yet, they seem to enjoy it so much?

Su Jiaoniang thought a lot. She said, "Give up. No one in this world is omnipotent. Your abilities shine in other places."

Futu nodded dejectedly.

He's still best suited to making Rejuvenating Pills; the results are amazing. After Chen Jing's promotion, many people wanted to buy them. However, Fu Tu is a smart man; he won't sell them just because people want them. If he did, his little pills wouldn't gain fame.

Futu loosened her grip on the small hand and glanced at the meat on the plate: "What should we do?"

Su Jiaoniang didn't really want to eat it either.

Although she has always tried her best to make her child feel her love, feeling maternal love does not mean taking poison.

He glanced at the Buddha statue and said, "Why don't you go and show some filial piety to your grandparents?"

"Feed the pigs!" Futu said, walking towards Gouhua's house.

Jiang was a person who liked to live a simple life. She kept chickens, dogs, and pigs at home.

Su Jiaoniang nodded, and Futu carried the meat toward Gouhua's house. The courtyard was empty, and there was hardly anyone in sight. It seemed that Zhang the blacksmith had gone to the county town to deliver goods, and Jiang Shi had gone to chat with someone. Since no one was home, Futu took the initiative to pour the blackened meat into the pig trough.

Leave Zhang the blacksmith's house.

Futu became an unsung hero who fed pigs.

As night fell, the sound of Jiang cursing echoed through the village.

Su Jiaoniang stood at her door, looking at Futu in bewilderment. The pigs in the Jiang family had diarrhea, and it was quite severe.

Jiang found undigested, black stuff in the pig manure.

She thought someone had poisoned her pigs.

That's not...

The angry curses grew louder and louder.

Fu Tu, who had originally done a good deed, no longer wanted to claim the title. He even shrugged and acted as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

At night, Lu Wujiu returned from the county town, carrying a faint smell of alcohol.

Fu Tu stared at Lu Wujiu's buttocks for a long time!

He wanted to know if this person had gotten diarrhea after eating the meat he had braised!