Chapter 150 Brother Misunderstood
A quarter of an hour later, the person in the room finally put down the teacup and walked out of the lobby slowly.
He spat out two words to the people in the yard: "Rest."
Qianhuan felt that these two simple words were like the sound of nature at this moment. She immediately put down the two buckets and breathed a sigh of relief.
She kneaded her wrists and muttered, "Oh my god, my arms are so sore. Fortunately, I can finally rest and don't have to carry buckets anymore."
Just as she was secretly rejoicing and muttering to herself, someone threw another sentence at her, "Rest for an incense stick of time, and then continue."
Qianhuan suddenly felt like crying but had no tears. She thought she didn't need to carry the bucket anymore, but it turned out that she was just asked to take a breath before continuing to practice.
Although she felt very bitter, she still nodded and agreed obediently: "Yes, Senior Brother, Shanbo knows."
Rong Yu was a little surprised to see that he didn't complain at all and agreed so readily. After all, Rong Yu heard the muttering just now clearly.
You know, in the army, when he first started training new soldiers in this way, many people protested and expressed dissatisfaction.
I can only say that Rong Yu really doesn’t understand the real Qianhuan. She is actually the kind of person who will fight to the end.
If she decides to learn something, she will stick to it and not give up halfway, and she will try her best to learn it the best.
In modern times, it is by relying on this kind of strict demand for herself to keep improving and constantly improving her various talents that she can rely on her real ability to climb up from a small shrimp and finally become a big Internet celebrity with a monthly income of millions or even tens of millions.
Mr. Fan was giving a lecture in the study. Occasionally he would look through the window at the man standing obediently in the yard carrying two buckets of water.
He was really curious about what method the prince used to make Shanbo obedient. Was it possible that listening to his lectures was more difficult and tiring than carrying buckets of water?
If Qianhuan knew what Mr. Fan was thinking, she would answer without hesitation: Yes, because listening to Mr. Fan’s lectures is so hypnotic, not only is it hypnotic, it also gives me a headache.
An hour later, Rong Yu finally said to Qian Huan: "Today's arm strength training is over. If you want to learn archery, you must first have strong arms. You must always remember to practice after you go back. When your arrows can hit the target, I will teach you the skills and methods of archery, and then you can practice repeatedly by yourself according to the methods I teach you."
"Yes, Shanbo will remember my brother's teachings."
"Next, I'll take you to the stable to learn how to ride a horse."
At this moment, Qianhuan suddenly remembered that when she came here this morning, Chang Bo asked her if she could make northern food such as dumplings.
Qianhuan thought that she had asked the right person, because her best friend in modern times was from northern Shaanxi.
Her best friend often makes northern food such as dumplings and steamed buns for her, and she also helps her best friend to make these things every time. Over time, she also learned how to make these northern food.
If cooking requires her to practice several times before she can master it, then making dumplings, steamed buns, and steamed buns is something she can do right away. Making these things is child's play for her.
She immediately patted her chest and said to Uncle Chang: "Uncle Chang, not only can I make dumplings, but the dumplings I make are also very delicious."
"That's great. Our master has been in the North for quite some time. Recently, he suddenly wants to eat northern food. How about you make dumplings for lunch and you two brothers can stay for dinner."
Qianhuan naturally nodded and agreed.
Making dumplings is very time-consuming. The dough needs to be rested, rolled out, and the dumpling filling needs to be minced. After wrapping the dumplings, one also has to make the seasoning and dipping sauce by herself. She must go to the kitchen early in advance to prepare.
So she said to Rong Yu: "Brother, why don't we not learn horse riding today? I have other things to do now."
Rong Yu had just seen her gritting her teeth and insisting on practicing arm strength, and his impression of her had just improved a little. He didn't expect that she would show her true colors so quickly and actually wanted to find an excuse to slip away.
He said unhappily, "Who swore so solemnly that he would study according to my schedule? You can't stick to it so soon? If you don't want to learn, just say so. I don't want to waste my time on someone who is not motivated."
Qianhuan had no idea that she had already left a bad impression of being lazy and not good at studying in the mind of the person in front of her because of her previous actions such as always reminding Mr. Fan to end school on time and sleeping openly in the classroom today.
She quickly explained, "Brother, you misunderstood me. It was Changbo who said that the master wanted to eat dumplings today, so he asked Shanbo to cook at noon. Because making dumplings takes a little time, Shanbo has to go to the kitchen to prepare them early. If he cooks late, I'm afraid it will delay everyone's dinner time. How about this, after lunch, I will go to learn horse riding with brother, okay?"
When Rong Yu heard this, his face suddenly looked a little unnatural. It turned out that people were making dumplings for him.
He nodded, "Yeah."
Qianhuan immediately went to the kitchen and asked Uncle Chang, "Uncle Chang, what kind of dumplings do Mr. Fan and the old lady like to eat?"
Uncle Chang was suddenly in a dilemma. It was the Crown Prince who wanted to eat dumplings, so how would he know what kind of dumplings the Crown Prince liked?
However, I heard from Chi Ying that the prince is very picky about things, so the more unique the work is, the more the prince will like it.
He replied, "I don't know what kind of fillings they like, but I only know that the master and the old lady have a very picky taste for dumplings. The more unique the dumplings made by Master Shanbo, the more appetite they will have."
Originality? Qianhuan frowned and began to ponder, what kind of dumplings should be made to be originality?
"Uncle Chang, have you ever eaten dumplings stuffed with walnuts?"
"I've never heard of this. We've only eaten dumplings stuffed with pork and cabbage, pork and leek, leek and egg. I've never even heard of dumplings stuffed with walnuts like the ones you're talking about."
Qianhuan had a clue in her mind, and she quickly said to Uncle Chang, "Uncle Chang, please ask the people in the mansion to quickly buy some walnuts, white radish, lean meat, green onions, and ginger. Today, I will make dumplings with walnut fillings for the master and the old lady to try."
"Okay, I'll have someone go buy the ingredients right away."
While Chang Bo was buying ingredients, Qianhuan went to the kitchen to pour flour and water into a basin and mixed them in a certain proportion.
Originally, she was going to knead the dough herself, but because she had been training her arm strength today, her hands were a little sore from carrying buckets of water, and kneading dough is a job that requires a lot of hand strength, so she had to ask the cook to help her knead the dough.
Fortunately, kneading dough does not require much technical skills. Qianhuan only taught it for a short while and the cook in the Fan family learned it.
After the cook kneaded the flour into dough, Qianhuan put it into a basin, covered it with a wet cloth, and let the dough rise.