A Yao worshipped Wangyue's door around Bailu, and Mid-Autumn Festival was coming soon.

The nearby families began to prepare for the Mid-Autumn Festival sacrifice, and they lived their own lives with no festive atmosphere at all.

"Yaozhu~ How did the tofu cut today?" asked Wangyue, "If we can't cut it well, we will still eat braised tofu."

When A Yao from the kitchen heard Wangyue's words, her hands shook and she cut them crooked again.

Oops!

She raised her eyes and glanced at the moonlight under the osmanthus tree in the courtyard.

She lay comfortably in the rocking chair, squinting her eyes, the sunlight passed through the leaves and spread to her body in small pieces. The breeze blew by, the branches and leaves swayed, and the golden osmanthus flowers blew down, falling on her skirt, which was also stained with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

Very good, Wangyue didn't pay attention. A Yao almost poured the broken tofu into a bowl, covered it with a wet cloth, and continued to cut the tofu as if nothing had happened.

The tofu is freshly made, white and tender, and there is a little movement on the table, like a frightened little white rabbit, trembling and shaking for a long time before it is quiet.

It is not easy to cut evenly. An experienced chef can rely on years of touch and rich experience. For novices, A Yao cannot avoid hesitating for a long time every time she cuts, find the right angle and continues, for fear of cutting and destroying it.

She has eaten tofu dishes that she has been eating for more than half a month, and she really doesn't want to eat them anymore!

After finally cutting a plate, she brought the result out to Wangyue. Wangyue's eyes passed over the straw raincoat cucumber and shredded radish, but she stayed in the tofu for a long time. She couldn't help but feel guilty and secretly begged Wangyue not to see through her tricks. One or two pieces of tofu shouldn't be discovered, right?

Wangyue said, "Oh, the bird's nest~ Yaozhu has cut the tofu again, but we won't eat braised tofu tonight, we will eat shallots and tofu mixed with tofu."

It was broken and found. "Mr. Wangyue, how did you see it?"

"Oh." The girl with the bird's nest of watermelon beside the ancient well looked up. A Yao saw the cold face of the later Zhang Yining's devil from her face. She moved a few more watermelons into the kitchen.

Wangyue was curious: "After all, I heard the sound of cutting vegetables more and I had a little experience. Your little move can't be hidden from me. The bird's nest is enough for us to eat one watermelon, but we can't finish it if we have too much."

Bird's Nest said: "I'll binge a few more of them for supper tonight, and I refuse all kinds of tofu dishes. Also, don't call me Little Bird's Nest."

In more than half a month, no one can bear tofu dishes after three meals a day.

Piansheng Wangyue asked her to use tofu to practice knife skills. After she was ready to eat other dishes, she would eat tofu dishes after she practiced. Even if she changed her flowers, she could not resist her physical disgust.

"The little bird's nest sounds much better than your original name." Wangyue disagreed. "When you grow up and start your own business, your name is not available. When you hear it, you will be rich and moist. How good is this name."

Bird's nest is real name Shangguan Yan. It is said that his ancestors were once prominent. Later, they committed an incident and their family gradually declined. As for how they got to Wangyue's side, they did not talk about the bird's nest and Wangyue did not mention it, and A Yao did not ask.

I still remember that she heard the "stage name" given by Wangyue loudly objecting, and inserted a knife beside her bird's nest: "Since you said you wanted to become a disciple that day, the girl has been thinking about it every day until one day someone sent a box of Jiang Yaozhu..."

And so on, could Shangguan Yan’s “stage name” be caused by someone who gave him a box of bird’s nest at that time, or looking up at the moon and looking at the swallow’s nest, and seeing it, was inspired.

"Eat so much watermelon, beware of the pain in your stomach."

The three seemed to intentionally ignore the plate of tofu.

"Miss Wangyue, the eldest young master of the Pei family came to visit." The woman guarding the door came over to inform her.

Wangyue turned her head, "Yaozhu, after you have enough rest, you should practice knife skills and put down the watermelon."

"Yes." A Yao bit the watermelon in a few bites and made it look like a dog bite. Her mouth was surrounded by red juice, her tongue was flexibly turned, and she licked it and went back to cut the tofu.

I watched the moon and gathered the fallen osmanthus flowers and asked the bird's nest to pack before I met Pei Shuo.

Pei Shuo came out to find A Yao not long after he returned to the other yard. Unexpectedly, only Wangyue and Bird's Nest came out. He had a fight. He finally couldn't help asking, "Where is A Yao?"

"Yaozhu is in seclusion and practices knife skills. If Mr. Pei has something to do, he can leave a message. I will convey it to her when she comes out of seclusion."

Pei Shuo said: "When I sent her, I told her to send me a letter every three days, but in half a month, there have been only three letters, and I just want to know the reason."

Wangyue said: "Young Master Pei is too worried. Yaozhu has a heavy study and has no time to reply. And the young master sent her to her at that time to let her study hard? Why did you regret it?"

"Yes, I regret it. I'm going to pick her up now!"

Pei Shuo lived a good life in the Caotang, so he got along with Pei Xingzhi again. A Yao first sent three letters. The third letter he replied was intercepted by Pei Xingzhi's people on the way, and the letter was not delivered to A Yao at all.

A Yao did not receive a reply, and with the homework assigned by Wangyue every day, she was so busy that she didn't want to move at night. Over time, she was too lazy to write a letter to Pei Shuo. As soon as she replied, the two of them became unfamiliar with each other. However, when A Yao took the time, she brought some refreshments to Yao Cuishengxiang to express her feelings.

After half a month of time, Pei Shuo forgot what A Yao looked like - if he hadn't returned to the other courtyard during the Mid-Autumn Festival and Yao Cuishengxiang mentioned it, he might not have come this time.

After all, it is a child who is very fond of the new and old, but after being stimulated by the moon, the fire also comes. "I sent the person to you, and she is not your apprentice. I said I would take her back and take her back, but she is not a good master."

After these words, the bird's nest that was serving beside me felt something was wrong, and I couldn't help but look at Wangyue.

"Since that's the case," she stood up, "I'll call A Yao."

She glanced at the bird's nest, and the bird's nest was aware of it, and helped Wangyue leave the flower hall, "This little brat doesn't know what crazy, let's hang it, I'll take a nap first, go to the kitchen to see the progress of Yaozhu. She hasn't practiced yet, so please help her."

"I know."

The master and apprentice parted ways. Pei Shuo waited in the flower hall for a long time, took out the letter of the family, looked at the words on it and hesitated for a long time, took out the fire paint and looked at the contents inside.

His father Pei Zhengwen's words were a few lines, but it made him feel heartbroken.

Because the stepmother had just entered the door, she was worried that he would run into the stepmother and used the excuse of studying to keep him in Nanxun County. What his second brother and aunt were right.

After waiting for a long time, there was no one else in the flower hall except a little maid who poured tea and water.

Pei Shuo was disheartened when he came to his home and was treated coldly by Wangyue Ayao, and his stomach was filled with anger, "Okay, very good! Jiang Yao, you are ungrateful, I'll write it down!" He cursed loudly, and left with his sleeves.

"Huh?" A Yao moved her ears a little. She seemed to hear Pei Shuo's voice and smiled: "It shouldn't be possible. Pei Shuo's voice would be so far."

"It's better to think about your tofu than worrying about Master Pei, and then cut it and ruin it. You can't escape the scallions mixed with tofu tonight."
Chapter completed!