Chapter 380 Jiang Fubao Cooks

They have a good reputation.

More people ordered.

It only took quarter of an hour for the chestnut biscuits to be delivered to every household.

When Dong Wei came back from class, he saw a plate of golden cakes on the table in his study.

If I hadn’t seen the word “Jiang” written on the cake.

I’m afraid he’s too lazy to even take a bite.

On weekdays, he seldom eats these dry and choking things.

But if it was sent by his granddaughter, he would have to taste it even if it was hard to swallow.

"Did Fubao send this?" Dong Wei asked the servant standing outside the study.

"Yes, sir, the servants of the Jiang family just brought it. It's still warm. I told you to eat it while it's hot. Otherwise, the taste will be greatly reduced when it gets cold." The servant bent down and said.

"Okay, I got it." Dong Wei nodded slightly.

The servant stood back up again.

"Hmm? Is this... chestnut filling? What a strange filling, it must have been made by Fubao herself. She is the only one with so many creative ideas. It's delicious, really delicious, better than the cakes sold in Chunzhai Pavilion." Dong Wei took a bite.

The whole person was stunned and he praised it repeatedly.

Soon, half a plate of chestnut cakes was gone.

Dong Wei was so full that he burped.

He even drank up the jug of water on the table.

Therefore, I didn’t have dinner.

Let Granny Rong have a good scolding.

On the other side, at the Kong family's house, Kong Yuanbao, who had just returned from outside, smelled a strong aroma of cakes before he even walked into the main room.

"My wife, did you go outside to buy some cakes? Don't you dislike this on weekdays? Why did you change your taste today? Could it be that you are pregnant?" Kong Yuanbao's eyes were on Wan Xian's belly.

Jokingly said.

"Go away, what are you talking about? Mingxue is already so old, what else do I have? Fubao sent someone to bring it here, it's called chestnut cake, I was thinking of waiting for you to come back and eat it together.

The servant who brought it here said that the taste of this thing will be greatly reduced when it gets cold. It is not too cold now, so let's eat it quickly. After all, it is a gift from Fubao. Even if it tastes bad, we have to eat it all. We will praise her tomorrow and make the child happy. "

Wan Xian rolled her eyes at him.

After saying that, he picked up a piece of chestnut biscuit and took a bite.

As a result, his eyes widened the next second.

"Husband, please eat quickly, it's so delicious. I didn't expect it to be so delicious even when it's almost cold. Is this really made by Fubao? He is so talented. If he opened a pastry shop, he would make a lot of money."

Wan Xian hurriedly urged Kong Yuanbao.

"Really? You are not trying to frame me, are you?" Kong Yuanbao was a little unconvinced. In the past, whenever his wife ate an orange that was so sour that it made her teeth fall out, she would always trick him into saying it was sweet. When he stuffed the half of the orange that his wife had left into his mouth, his saliva was so sour that it flowed all over the floor.

This has happened many times.

So Kong Yuanbao became alert.

But he loves his wife.

So I picked up a piece of chestnut biscuit and put it in my mouth.

"Oh, it's delicious. My wife didn't lie to me. This cake is a thousand times more delicious than the one sold in Ding's cake shop. The chestnuts inside are really fragrant. Fubao is really smart. She can even think of using chestnuts as filling. How can she be so smart? I wish she were my daughter."

Kong Yuanbao finished the remaining chestnut biscuits in one gulp, and crumbs dropped from his mouth as he spoke.

"It will be soon. When our son passes the imperial examination, I, as his mother, will personally help him propose marriage to the Jiang family. Bah, bah, bah, bah, what do you mean by propose marriage? It's just a marriage of relatives! Look at me, I'm so stupid that I have to let outsiders down.

Hey, I really like this child, Fubao, but it’s a pity that she is too young. If she were five or six years older, I would rather let our son wait until she is fourteen or fifteen years old before marrying her. If she becomes my daughter-in-law, I will treat her like my own daughter. "

Wan Xian picked up another piece of chestnut biscuit, but before she put it in her mouth, she sighed.

"What are you thinking? How can our son be worthy of Fubao? Even if Fubao is about the same age as our son, our son is still not worthy of her. Have you forgotten that there is still room for forgiveness? Isn't it good for them to marry close relatives? Don't mention how much Dong Shanchang's family likes Fubao, but it's a pity that there is an age difference."

This was the first time Kong Yuanbao confronted his beloved wife.

Wan Xian knew what was going on, but she wasn't angry. She simply stopped thinking about it and continued eating her chestnut biscuits.

The same scene happened in a different house.

Anyone to whom Jiang Fubao had sent chestnut cakes.

Basically we get together to eat cakes and drink tea.

This thing takes up a lot of space in my stomach.

As a result, several families didn't even have dinner.

At that time, Jiang Fubao was wearing an apron and cooking alone in the kitchen.

The chickens and ducks we bought had already been chopped into pieces by the servants.

Jiang Fubao stood on a low stool, holding a large spatula and frying vegetables.

Thick white smoke rose from the pot, poured into the chimney, and then drifted everywhere.

The fragrance makes the noses of passers-by in the alley smell delicious.

"Which family is cursed by God? They cook delicious food all day long. They made cakes during the day and made my son cry. Now it's evening and the dishes they cook smell so good. Why do they always eat meat? Their dishes smell so good. It would be great if they opened a restaurant. I must go and try it."

"Shh, stop scolding. This is my family. Have you forgotten his identity? He is the godson of the county magistrate! Be careful that his servants will overhear you. I can't spare you. They are not short of money. You have also eaten at Jiang's snack shop. The business is so good. It is not an exaggeration to make dozens of dollars a day. Is it necessary for me to open a restaurant again?"

"What? The house of the owner of Jiang's Snack Shop? Bah, bah, bah, I was just talking nonsense. I didn't say anything. I was just passing by."

The woman who had just cursed the Jiang family for being cursed by God quickly slapped her lips and looked at the back door of the Jiang family with a sly look, fearing that a few servants would rush out.

After saying this, she ran away.

"It smells so good. An An is so hungry. Aunt, are you ready?" An An was waiting outside the kitchen and knocked on the door.

His tears flowed from his mouth.

Dropping on the ground.

"Young Master An An, don't bother the young lady. She is cooking and you can't disturb her."

Xue Huan dragged An An away and picked up a bug on the ground to divert his attention.

In the kitchen, Jiang Fubao's wrists were sore.

The spatula was scraped by her, leaving a trace.

The chestnut roasted chicken is out of the pot.

The duck on the other side needs to be cooked a little longer.

The duck had a strong smell, so Jiang Fubao simply took out a can of beer from the dining table and poured it in.

This thing tastes better than rice wine.

"Gulp gulp~" The duck in the pot is stewing.

Jiang Fubao threw the empty beer can back into the space, took off the handkerchief around his waist and wiped the sweat off his face.

"It's so hot," she sighed.

Starting tomorrow, she will pay the kitchen servants!

This is too much work.

Quarter of an hour later, the kitchen door opened, and An An, who was about to burst into tears, got up from the ground, rushed to Jiang Fubao, and hugged her legs tightly.

"An An misses auntie, why did auntie come out just now? An An is hungry, auntie, can you feed me?"