Qi Yunxiao's expression suddenly turned cold: "You're not young!"
"In your eyes, I'm the one who's young!"
"It's so petty that I don't deserve to eat from a porcelain bowl! I don't deserve to eat meat here! It's so petty that you dare to wear such disrespect on your face and do such things!"
"You, a slave, are deceiving your master? You're not small at all! Your ambition is bigger than the sky!"
The aura of the leader of the Left Guard of the Dragon Guard suddenly erupted, and Qi Yunxiao straightened his back, his anger rising.
Qin Zhuangtou's knees buckled, and he knelt down first.
"Get them out!" Qi Yunxiao said. Chen San, who was wearing a mask, stepped forward and delivered a karate chop to Qin Zhuangtou, who collapsed to the ground.
With the troublemaker gone, everything else becomes much easier.
The maids who were frivolous and responsible for warming the bed for the distinguished guests were sent away.
The remaining servants and maids were very nervous: from more than twenty people, only fifteen remained in an instant.
Qi Yunxiao took a step back, letting Shen Qingyu step forward.
Shen Qingyu immediately understood: it was her turn to take the stage.
"Which of you just said you can cook? Raise your hands."
The three maids looked at each other and raised their hands in fear.
"The three of you will be in charge of the kitchen from now on. Is there no meat today?"
The three maids exchanged glances again, and one of them, who was obviously the more shrewd, stepped forward and replied, "There are two cages of chickens raised in the back hill. They're all grown up and can be used to make chicken soup."
Another person replied, "Those two cages of chickens lay eggs every day, which can also be used for cooking."
The last one shrank back and didn't say anything.
Shen Qingyu clapped her hands: "Look! There's meat in the dishes too! Let's make chicken soup and some scrambled eggs."
The three maids nodded repeatedly and hurried off to the back hill to catch chickens.
Half an hour later, the food was served, and it tasted surprisingly good.
Clearly, this place frequently hosts distinguished guests, so culinary skills are essential.
It doesn't matter whether it's a rough pottery bowl or not.
Shen Qingyu was familiar with this thing. When she first transmigrated, the bowls in her house were made of coarse pottery and had chips in them!
However, after Shen Qingyu made money, she switched to one without any gaps.
After the meal, Shen Qingyu asked Qi Yunxiao, "The manor manager has been thrown out, and now the rest of the people are leaderless. What are we going to do?"
Qi Yunxiao smiled and said, "The head of the new village will be here later, so you don't need to worry."
Shen Qingyu thought about it and agreed.
With so many Guiyunlou establishments across the country, how could we not find someone in charge of managing the estate?
It's just meddling in other people's business.
The hot spring water flow here isn't very large, but there are several springs, so several pools have been built.
Because of the hot weather, the hot spring wasn't very appealing.
After the new headman arrived and Qi Yunxiao finished giving instructions, the three of them set off for home.
On the way, Shen Qingyu also went to the market and bought a lot of things for making braised meat, such as pig offal, pig head meat, pig ears, and dried tofu, and asked Chen San, who was wearing a mask, to take them home.
Chen San, the deputy captain of the Left Guard of the Dragon Guard, discovered for the first time that the biggest use of his fierce-looking mask was to help him bargain.
As soon as those people mentioned the price, Shen Qingyu would haggle.
Just as those people were about to refuse, they looked up and saw their own fierce-looking mask, and immediately agreed.
They were basically saying, "You don't have to pay me."
Having saved Shen Qingyu money, Chen San pulled a cart full of various meats and dried tofu home, still thinking to himself: Can this stuff be eaten?
Are you sure you won't throw up?
When Shen Qingyu returned home, she and Ms. Zhao Yuzhu worked together, and she also instructed Long San to help them clean up all the things.
It's time to braise the meat.
After closing the kitchen door, Shen Qingyu bought herbs, soy sauce, and other things for braising meat from the space mall and braised a huge pot!
Qi Yunxiao went to attend to some business, and when he returned, he happened to see Xue Juzheng twitching his nose at the door.
"The teacher is here?" Qi Yunxiao greeted, and Xue Juzheng's face was full of smiles.
"You're back just in time! Just open the door, the smell in your house... tsk tsk tsk!"
Qi Yunxiao opened the door and was shocked when he saw the huge pot of braised meat!
Shen Qingyu first brought out a large bowl of chopped meat, which appeased the greedy Xue Juzheng and the Third Princess Zhao Mingzhu, before continuing to cook the braised meat.
"Why did you make so much?" It must have taken so much effort!
Qi Yunxiao was puzzled.
I'm about to go home. Am I planning to eat all this braised meat on my way home?
With the weather so hot these days, even if this stuff is braised, it won't last this long!
Shen Qingyu kept working while calculating in her mind: "It looks like a lot, but once you split it, it won't be much."
“You should send some over to your mother; she loves this.”
"And what about the Third Princess? She's been such a big help, and she said she only wants this. Are you really going to hesitate to part with these three coins a pound of offal?"
Seriously, sewage in Beijing really only costs three coins per pound!
It's practically free!
This worthless item can repay a royal princess's favor; this deal is incredibly profitable!
Shen Qingyu even had a fleeting thought: should she stay in the capital and sell braised meat?
This business is really easy!
But then I remembered what the three little ones said: "No matter how nice this place is, it's not home."
Let's go home!
Shen Qingyu was preparing to clean the kitchen when Xue Juzheng came in, as she was putting the braised meat on a large bamboo tray to dry.
"Do you still have those braised sausage heads? Give me some more!"
Shen Qingyu was both amused and exasperated: "Don't you mind the smell?"
"What does it taste like? Where does the taste come from?"
Xue Juzheng absolutely denied ever having thought that way.
That fragrant, chewy, and layered braised pork intestine is definitely a perfect accompaniment to alcohol.
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