As Ji Yaoguang’s best friend, Bian Yuting is unwilling to see the breakdown of their two marriages, but she is unwilling to see Ji Yaoguang blindly retreating. In order to restore the impending broken marriage, she has changed a lot, blindly saying that she is changing in a good direction. Not at all, Chang Yu's cold temperament may not be changed, but it is okay for someone to appear to stimulate her appropriately. She turned her head and glanced at Jiang Yusheng. This child was pure idol worship to Ji Yaoguang, and her appearance was quite pleasing, which made it difficult to dislike her. After saying what she wanted to say, the corner of her lips curled up with a playful smile, showing an attitude of watching the show. If Ji Yaoguang apologized in all kinds of panic, it would really be time to talk to her.

"I'm not angry." Chang Yu showed a faint smile, she turned to look at Ji Yaoguang and repeated it again.

"Yeah, I also think, how could our teacher Chang be such a stingy person who competes with the little fans and jealous?" Bian Yu Ting's eyebrows were crooked, and the smile was half ill-willed. The tense and solidified atmosphere was broken by a few words. Bo Yu, who was doing "Ge You Paralysis" on the chair, kept yelling that he was hungry, and from time to time he cast his eyes on the way to the kitchen. An Muyu didn't know when to leave quietly, and saw the food approaching-they still had to rely on Boss An, who volunteered to assume the duties of a chef, to solve the lunch.

"Why are you hungry? You went out and turned around and didn't do anything. After eating so much for breakfast, I thought I hadn't finished digesting it yet." Sun Shaogong joked with a kick.

"You don't understand this, right?" Bo Yu stood up sharply, "Brother Sun, I'm going to investigate the enemy's situation. Only by understanding this village and knowing their needs can I better benefit everyone." This big-sounding remark was very high-sounding.

"Oh? What do you plan to do next? How to make money?" Ji Yaoguang also took the stubbornness.

"I saw a fish pond, maybe, probably, maybe—"

"That was contracted by someone else and let you fish?" Jiang Zhaozhi splashed a basin of cold water abruptly, then paused and said, "The ecological environment here is good. I think there are pheasants in the fields. I heard from the people in the village. There is also a creek. The ice is broken at this time and some small fish may be caught."

"Are we really going to live the natural life of male farming and female weaving?" Bo Yu stepped on the river and Zhaozhi, fishing was not known a few years ago, and now he has no patience at all. Sit, as for catching pheasants, how can he catch up with people who have wings that can flap and fly? With a bitter expression on his face, he turned to Ji Yaoguang and said, "Teacher Ji, I'll follow you, and teach me how to recognize wild vegetables!"

"Okay." Ji Yaoguang replied, seeing a beam of joy on Bo Yu's face, she smiled again, "but you need teaching fees, which are not expensive, just fifty a day."

"Ma!" Bo Yu lay back, clutching his heart, shouting, "Mr. Ji, are you robbery?"

"I don't have one." Ji Yao spread out her hands and acted innocently. "You ask them, is the price I offer fair or unfair?"

Chang Yu nodded and said with a chuckle: "Justice."

"Justice!" And Jiang Yusheng also recovered from the cautious state. She glanced at Ji Yao timidly. Before the blush on her face faded, she reapplied more reddish colors.

"I'm going to move bricks." Bo Yu made a grimace and made a look of unlovable life.

The lively atmosphere of gathering together is naturally the photographer’s favorite. I can’t wait to join the eager atmosphere. When An Muyu came out with a hot steamer, it was even more evoked by the fragrance lingering in the hall. Gluttonous.

"It smells so good!" Bo Yu felt his hungry groaning belly and said first. Already used to the days when the meal came to open his mouth, watching An Muyu's footsteps was unstable, he didn't have any thoughts of helping. He just dragged the stool to leave a gap so that the steamer could be placed on the table. In the end, it was Jiang Zhaozhi. He got up and took the steamer from An Muyu's hand.

"Is it a bun or a steamed bun?"

"It's rice." An Muyu opened the lid. She pushed Bo Yu, who was closest to her, and motioned him to go to the kitchen to get out the dishes. The rice is evenly distributed with sliced ​​water chestnuts and scattered peas. The scallion whites picked by Ji Yaoguang and others are also cut into small pieces and sprinkled on the soft rice, exuding a fragrance, "This is green rice. There are records in ancient books, you can try it, it tastes very good."

"Boss An, isn't this an orthodox green rice meal?" Ji Yaoguang squinted and smiled, and said in an exploratory tone, "We still did this in the inn in a hurry. There was not enough time to complete the whole meal. In the process, during the general cold food festival in Jiangnan, there are more people eating green rice."

"Yes." An Muyu's smile remained unchanged, and she nodded slightly, "Green rice is also called wu rice rice, usually in early summer, the leaves of the black rice are washed and smashed, and the rice is soaked until the color changes. It becomes black and blue and then fished out. The rice is cooked with green juice, so that the cooked rice is soft and fragrant, now conditions do not permit, I have to use glutinous rice instead."

"This is the current practice." Ji Yaoguang shook her head, and she smiled again, "Boss An is familiar with ancient books, so he must know its origin?" In the food talk show, An Muyu personally said it, the source of the recipe. The teachings from the family and the improvement made by himself after reading ancient books. However, Ji Yaoguang remained skeptical about what she said. She always felt that An Muyu’s dishes were very similar to the “Spring Banquet” of the other side. She was afraid-I hope she treats a gentleman like a villain. Belly.

An Muyu's smile narrowed, her face a little stiff. "Eat and eat!" Bo Yu's yelling just saved her from this embarrassment.

"Then what was the previous practice?" Chang Yu took the stubbornly, she got up and served Ji Yaoguang a bowl of rice.

Ji Yaoguang responded with a smile, "Nine steamed and nine exposed."

"Huh? Teacher Ji should be more clarified." Bo Yu took a bite of the meal, then put down his chopsticks and looked at Ji Yaoguang, "Why don't you cook and show your hand another day, Teacher Ji?"

"In the past, the rice was steamed and dried, then dipped in black rice leaf juice, and steamed and dried repeatedly for nine times. It was called'nine steaming and nine exposure'." Ji Yao smiled lightly, and under the eyes of everyone's expectation, she again Continue to say, "I can't. I'm all theoretical in books or listening to the old man. The real practice depends on our boss An. The alley where boss An is located is really outstanding. There are several good craftsmen. Also really gentle."

"Really?" Sun Shaogong smiled, "When this show is finished, I must take the time to stroll around that mysterious alley."

Because of the resistance to An Muyu from the bottom of her heart, Ji Yaoguang just didn't finish eating a bowl of rice, and the remaining few people joked about her weight loss. She just smiled and ignored it. It is good to sit and play in the inn, but it was only the first day of the show, and everyone except An Muyu could not sit still. Ji Yaoguang is still walking with Chang Yu, this time not picking wild vegetables, but simply walking aimlessly. The Mengjia Village Central Primary School is the most lively place in the whole village. The bell that represents the end of get out of class rang, and it was a mess. The snack vendors pushing the trolley are very good at finding the time. They start doing business with the school children through an iron gate. Of course, there are no lack of courageous ones, and they turned directly out of the low fence.

Ji Yao stared intently at the popcorn trolley.

"Even if you don't like An Muyu, don't have trouble with your stomach." Chang Yu fell in Ji Yaoguang's ear and sighed softly with a voice that only two people could hear. When Liu Ran came up, they separated immediately. Ji Yaoguang stood still, with his hands around his chest, while Chang Yu walked towards the cart.

"Goddess Ji! Sign me!" An excited voice broke into Ji Yaoguang's ears. Chang Yu hadn't come back yet, but a little girl with a ponytail looking at her about ten years old was blinking a pair of water spirits. Looked at himself with big eyes. It turns out that there are fans of her own in this elementary school. Ji Yaoguang was a little bit emotional. She glanced at the person who was blocked by the iron gate. She frowned and said, "How did you come out?"

The little girl glanced back, and whispered: "The doorman secretly let me out." Seeing Ji Yaoguang's unbelieving expression, she stamped her feet anxiously, "Really, I won't lie to you, goddess Hurry up and sign for me, class will be in a few minutes."

Ji Yaoguang's thoughts moved, she raised a smile and leaned down slightly and said: "Of course you can sign, but I want you to do me a favor."

"What's busy?" The child who was originally excited about seeing the goddess suddenly became wary. She took a step back and stared at Ji Yaoguang, and began to consider whether she had admitted the wrong person.

Is he so scary? Ji Yaoguang reflected on herself, making the smile on her face softer and more amiable. She said, "Is there anyone you know who wants to write love letters? I'll give you a number, and you can help me promote it, whether it's an adult. Children are fine."

"It's that simple?" The little girl looked incredible.

"Yes." Ji Yaoguang nodded, took out a pen and paper from Liu Ran's body, wrote down a number, and then signed her chic and elegant name. The sound of "jingle bell" rang, and the people who were still flocking by the iron gate made the birds and beasts scattered for a short time. The little girl didn't speak, and grabbed the piece of paper from Ji Yaoguang's hand. It seemed like a small whirlwind. As soon as he leaped against the low wall on the side, he slammed into the campus. This action was like a habitual offender.

"..." Did you find the wrong person?

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