Xiao Guo looked at the expressions on the faces of the two chefs and laughed so hard that she bent over. "That's too exaggerated."

"Ah~ Madam, you are not exaggerating at all." The fat cook shook her head, "If it weren't for our strong willpower, we would have drunk it all long ago."

The old cook nodded in agreement. This was absolutely true. She didn't know what spices were added to the pot. It was clearly bone soup, but it just didn't have that flavor.

"Okay, let's cook the noodles and meatballs now."

"good!"

The two chefs were talking loudly. In fact, they couldn't wait to participate in the process of creating new foods.

Xiaoguo handed the meatballs and noodles to the two cooks, and prepared the potato flour herself. Since potato flour was not easy to knead into a dough, it was more convenient for her to do it herself.

The two cooks were very quick and had a clear division of labor. The three of them talked as they worked, and soon all the ingredients were ready. All that was left was to cook them.

In order to ensure the taste of the soup, Xiaoguo asked the two to heat up a pot again, pour in clean water, cook the noodles and meatballs in the pot for a while, then put them in a bowl and add the boiled bone soup.

It was still early and it was a bit too early to have dinner, so Xiaoguo asked the two of them to rest for a while.

I went back to the front and entered the room first, but I didn't find Zhuangzhuang and Xiaoyi inside.

So Xiaoguo came to the study. He learned that the two had been studying in the study in the morning, so they must be in the study at this moment.

Xiaoguo heard the sound of reading before she even entered the door. She smiled and thought the two children's voices were really nice.

Then, the childish voice stopped and a deep voice sounded.

"It is like cutting and polishing, like carving and grinding."

Zhuangzhuang and Xiaoyi followed closely, reading, "As if cutting, as if polishing, as if polishing."

Xiaoguo thinks that the Analects sounds so beautiful when read out by Jiang Danhe.

Thinking of this, Xiao Guo bent down, secretly walked to the window and squatted, then stood on tiptoe to look inside through the open window.

"So do you know what this sentence means?"

Jiang Shanhe sat at the table, Zhuangzhuang and Xiaoyi sat on both sides like elementary school students, with their backs straight, and in front of each of them there was a stack of rice paper and an ink brush.

Zhuangzhuang and Xiaoyi wrote the sentences Jiang Danhe read on rice paper. Just as they put down their brushes, they heard his question.

The two children looked at each other and then looked at Jiang Shanhe.

Xiao Yi shook his head embarrassedly, then looked at Zhuangzhuang. He must know it.

Sure enough, as soon as Xiao Yi thought of this, Zhuangzhuang immediately raised his hand to show that he knew.

"You say."

Zhuangzhuang coughed happily when he was named, "This sentence means that a gentleman's self-cultivation is like processing bone tools. After cutting, you have to keep polishing it, just like processing jade. After carving, you have to polish it carefully."

After saying this, Zhuangzhuang looked at Jiang Shanhe with sparkling eyes, what do you think!

"Very good! Very good!" Jiang Shanhe wanted to applaud loudly, it was simply great.

Xiao Yi was also very happy for him. Zhuang Zhuang was indeed very powerful. There was nothing he didn't know, unlike himself, who didn't know anything...

Zhuangzhuang accepted the looks from the two people, feeling a little embarrassed, "No, no, I just remembered it occasionally."

Jiang Shanhe looked at Zhuangzhuang, and was a little curious about how much knowledge Zhuangzhuang had. "Zhuangzhuang, do you know the original text?"

After hearing this, Zhuangzhuang shook his head, then nodded uncertainly, "Almost."

Jiang Shanhe raised his eyebrows and became interested, "Recite it for me."

"Um."

Zhuangzhuang sat up straight and then spoke slowly.

"From the "Learning" chapter of the Analects." Zhuangzhuang first stated the source, and then his little head immediately entered the state, swaying like a little pedant, "Zi Gong said: "Being poor but not flattering, and being rich but not arrogant, what do you think?" Confucius said: "That's fine. It's not as good as being poor but happy, and rich but polite." Zi Gong said: "The Book of Songs" says, "It's like cutting and polishing! It's like grinding and polishing, is this what it means?" Confucius said: "That's a gift! Now I can talk to you about the Book of Songs. Let's learn about the past so that we can know the future."

As Zhuangzhuang's last word fell, Xiaoyi was even happier than him, "Wow, Zhuangzhuang is awesome!"

Zhuangzhuang scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed, then secretly looked at Jiang Shanhe to observe his reaction.

Jiang Shanhe did not hesitate and clapped his hands with great force and loudness.

"Great, so great!" Jiang Shanhe stood up excitedly. It was really rare for a child who was only three years old to remember the original text exactly and be able to recite it at any time. There was only one such person among a hundred. His son was really a genius!

Jiang Shanhe hugged Zhuangzhuang, then lifted him up high, threw him up and caught him steadily.

Zhuangzhuang was scared at first, but because of his trust in him, he gradually enjoyed the fun of lifting it high.

“Hahahahahahahaha, come again!”

Jiang Shanhe was also satisfied with Zhuangzhuang and continued to throw until Zhuangzhuang called for a stop.

Xiao Yi watched their interaction with envy, and felt a little anxious inside. Would that person do this to him?

Xiaoguo looked at the scene inside with satisfaction, and finally left quietly.

After a short rest, Xiaoguo returned to the kitchen. It was almost time for dinner and the two cooks were already waiting inside.

"Ma'am, shall we start now?"

I asked the first time I saw Xiaoguo.

"Yeah, do it!"

Xiaoguo estimated that it was about time, and now when he heard them ask this, he also confirmed that it was time for dinner.

The two cooks got Xiaoguo's permission and immediately lit the fire.

They had been waiting for this moment for a long time. They were really curious about the taste of potato flour. As soon as Xiaoguo said it, they boiled the water in no time.

Xiaoguo first puts all the meatballs into the pot, and then waits for it to boil again.

Because the quantity was large, the water did not boil very quickly. It was getting dark at this time, so the two cooks lit the candles early, and the whole kitchen was well lit.

Xiaoguo cooked an amount that was almost enough to eat, with potato flour and noodles in a 1:1 ratio. When they were cooked, she scooped all the noodles into a large bowl that she had just found, then added bone soup to cover the noodles to a finger's height, followed by a lot of fish balls and pork balls, and finally garnished it with a handful of blanched vegetables.

Because it was a bit heavy, the plump cook took the initiative to carry it back for Xiaoguo.

Normally, they prepared the meals and placed them on the table, so they naturally took over the bowls, chopsticks and large basins.

Xiaoguo couldn't win the fight with them, so he could only follow them and walk into the restaurant empty-handed.

When I arrived at the door, I found that the lights in the house were on early. When I entered, I found that everyone was gathered around the table waiting for dinner.

"Mother~"

Zhuangzhuang called Xiaoguo, and Xiaoguo nodded and walked over.

Everyone else was attracted by the aroma and stared at the basin in the cook's hand without blinking.

The cook put down the dishes and left. Seeing that they were still not moving, Xiaoguo took the initiative to serve them some rice.

There were three large bowls and two small bowls, and Xiaoguo put a lot of meatballs in each bowl.

"Eat it."

Xiaoguo sat down with her bowl in hand, and felt warm at heart as she watched them wait for her to eat without moving their chopsticks.

After hearing Xiaoguo's words, everyone picked up their chopsticks and opened their mouths in a hurry.