They might not have paid special attention to the taste before, but after a day of dark cooking, the taste is delicious in the world.

"Here you are, sit down quickly." Mr. hamu is very hospitable and entertains them warmly.

"It's just that the little princess has just made some coconut paste cakes and glutinous rice cakes. She'll take some back later."

After Tian Ying looked at Gu Zhe. After Gu zhe looked at Tian Ying, they both waited for each other to speak. As a result, they looked at each other and looked away.

"Well... Thank you, Mr. hamu." Gu zhe didn't mean well.

"Hahaha, no, no, just thank the concubine. She did it all. I can't do anything except fighting." Mr. hamu was modest.

The photographer listened to hamu's words in the back and was speechless. If you dealt with a fish with half the scales and a rape with the remaining rod, it was really a fight.

Ha Mu: wronged, how do I know that the scales should be scraped so carefully? I usually bake a row and pull, but I don't have much

Concubine Jiang was nimble. In addition, the two had cooked for a long time before they came. The meal was ready in more than half an hour.

It's not good to drive people away. After all, ha mu, who just talked a lot, has invited them to wait and take away the cakes that haven't been baked. Zhao Ran is not willing to give them these things. It's all the money they, especially Princess Jiang, have earned through hard work.

When Zhao ran was still hesitating, concubine Jiang had gone out with her things. It was certain to pay a little today.

"Well, I'll help." Mr. hamu looked at the dishes brought out by concubine Jiang with green eyes.

"I'll help, too."

Gu zhe followed.

"Ouch! You've practiced iron head skill." Gu zhe covered his ass and looked at concubine Jiang complaining.

Gu zhe still remembers his old resentment with Princess Jiang. He wandered behind her. There was no problem, but Princess Jiang turned around. Gu zhe just summoned up the courage to go forward and bumped into each other.

After all, concubine Jiang is a martial artist. Her chassis is stable. Instead, Gu zhe was knocked down.

"What are you doing behind me?" Princess Jiang glanced at Gu zhe suspiciously.

"What's that look in your eyes!" Gu zhe was angry.

"I just want to help serve a dish!"

"Oh, the dishes are all out."

Why is she so weak and a little rubbish? Princess Jiang is sick in her heart.

Princess Jiang prepared three dishes and one soup. Stewed chicken with soup is regarded as soup. In addition, there are sweet and sour ribs, home-made cabbage and fried meat with celery.

"Let's eat together. Our concubine's craftsmanship is very good." Mr. hamu said stubbornly. We can't drive people out or eat them and watch them.

"Thank you! It tastes much better than the chicken Duanmu made yesterday." Tian yinghou laughed at Duanmu Hong and Teacher Yu, who cooked at home.

"Thank you."

They ate three bites with Princess Jiang's family, and had long forgotten the people who were still cooking at home.

Now the eyes are full of dishes and meat in front of us.

Tian yinghou is now a little envious of Zhao ran. After all, a 'daughter' with outstanding cooking is too happy. She ate pig food a few times ago.

Duanmuhong and Teacher Yu, who are making pig food at home, sneeze one after another.

The three of concubine Jiang looked at the two of them, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

Tian yinghou now regrets eating so many cakes at home. Now she can't eat any more.

No matter how weak Gu Zhe is, he is also an adult man. He eats the most except Princess Jiang.