The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

Yan Jiuchao had his own mansion in the capital, and he didn't go anywhere after he entered Beijing, he was only focused on nesting in the mansion until this morning, when he was "fished" out of the quilt by Uncle Wan.

Yan Jiuchao looked irritated.

Uncle Wan said earnestly: "Originally, the princess meant that you can go alone. If the young master doesn't want to go, she can go. After all, she hasn't married yet. Urgent..."

"It won't be long, the young master will show his face and leave."

"You've already put him to sleep, what's wrong with going to have a look?"

"Um."

I don't know which sentence touched Yan Jiuchao, but he agreed with a good temper.

Uncle Wan, who saved a lot of saliva, was afraid that the little ancestor would repent, so he rushed out like lightning and asked someone to prepare a car.

In order to welcome Young Master Yan's arrival, the Yan residence has also made full preparations.

"I heard that Young Master Yan's taste is very picky. Yu'er specially invited a chef from Lucheng. She is a capable cook. There is no one who does not praise her dishes." Madam Yan looked at Ju The wives and daughters in the warm pavilion said.

"Lucheng? But Mrs. Du?" said a lady who had been to Lucheng.

Madam Yan smiled: "Madam Wang has also heard of Lady Du?"

"I've heard of it? I even went there specially to taste her dishes. It's a pity that she only accepts three guests a day, and she doesn't accept reservations. Whoever you want to do business depends on sight. I'm not so lucky. " Mrs. Wang, the servant of the Ministry of Industry, said with a sigh.

In terms of status, the minister of the Ministry of Industry is a fourth-rank official, Yan Congming is only a fifth-rank official, Mrs. Wang shouldn't be so flattering to Mrs. Yan, but who made Yan's mansion produce a sure-fire young lady?

The servant of the Ministry of Industry has no chance to lift the shoes for Young Master Yan.

"Did Ms. Yan actually invite her here? This is amazing. Back then, even King Rong was mobilized, but he couldn't invite Lady Du back home." From the bottom of my heart.

That Mrs. Du in Lucheng is really arrogant, she doesn't even look down on her status as a cook in the palace, and she doesn't know how Miss Yan invited her out of Lucheng.

Mrs. Yan skipped this one, and subtly shifted the focus from Du Niangzi: "Everyone, try this stuffed winter bamboo shoots. How does it taste?"

The wives' daughters picked up their chopsticks and tasted some of the stuffed winter bamboo shoots on the plate. Everyone's expressions were stunned.

Hot and sour, refreshing and refreshing. I just ate too much dim sum, and now I taste the stuffed sour bamboo shoots. It feels so comfortable to the bone.

"Ms. Du's craftsmanship is well-deserved!" Mrs. Wang sighed sincerely.

Mrs. Yan took her daughter's hand and said with a deep smile, "This is not Mrs. Du's handicraft, but Yu'er's."

"What? Ling Qianjin's?"

Several ladies were startled in unison.

Yan Ruyu smiled reservedly.

Madam Yan said with a smile: "On the way to the capital, Yu'er and Madam Du learned a few dishes, and today they made a fool of themselves, making all the ladies laugh."

Everyone was stunned, is this still called showing ugliness? Then their cook could hang himself!

What's more, after only a few days of learning, she already has such superb skills, even those who look down on Yan Ruyu's infidelity before marriage can't help but praise her for being smart.

Mrs. Yan smiled triumphantly. Her daughter was smarter than her elder brothers since she was a child. What kind of! It's not that she cast herself as a daughter, she can do it as a prince and general!

A servant girl hurried in and reported loudly: "Madam, Young Master Yan's carriage is coming!"

Madam Yan's eyes lit up: "Quickly inform Lady Du!"

...

Yan Jiuchao's carriage did indeed come, but it did not drive into Yan's mansion. When the carriage was halfway there, he suddenly heard a sound of babbling, he opened the curtain strangely, and there was an aroma of fried shallot oil and mutton He rushed over fiercely.

His eyes just paused.

"parking."

The carriage stopped.

The handsome follower in the carriage got out of the carriage very discerningly, bowed his head and knelt on the ground.

Yan Jiuchao stepped down on his back and walked into the alley between the two mansions. He faced the high wall where the fragrance came from, stared at it for three seconds, and said, "Ladder."

The accompanying guards suddenly disappeared!

The accompanying guards came back with a snap!

There are two more ladders in his hand, one is placed outside the wall and the other is placed inside the wall.

The angle of the ladder is so good that you can walk on the ground without holding on to it.

Yan Jiuchao walked up calmly.

The cold wind brushed his sleeves, and he took every step with a lonely and cold expression.

She was obviously climbing over someone else's wall, yet she had the aura of an enthronement ceremony!

Little Tiedan held the scallions he brought from the kitchen in one hand, and the scallion pancakes made by Auntie in the other. behind.

Yan Jiuchao looked down at Little Tiedan, and poked his butt with his noble toe.

Little Tiedan turned around with his eyes wide open.

Yan Jiuchao looked at him fiercely.

The little iron egg opened its mouth wide.

How can there be a brother who looks so good-looking...

She is even prettier than A Niang and A Sister...

"Do you want to eat it?" Xiao Tie Dan passed half a scallion pancake in his hand in a daze.

Young Master Yan, who had a hundred ways to grab cakes flashed through his mind: "..."

...

It was time to start the banquet, and everyone got busy with hands and feet, even Yu Song was so busy that his feet didn't touch the ground, no one wandered to this secluded corner of the backyard.

"Okay, it's hot, you can eat."

Little Tiedan not only enthusiastically invited this handsome brother to share the big pancake made by sister with him, but also kindly lit a fire, and put two untouched but half-cooled scallion pancakes in the cauldron inside and out. Heat it up again.

Young Master Yan picked up a scallion pancake gracefully with chopsticks.

"It's delicious with green onions."

"This young master doesn't eat this kind of thing!"

A quarter of an hour later, Uncle Wan, who was dragging three carts full of congratulatory gifts, finally caught up with his master, but there was no one in the carriage!

He hurriedly stepped on the ladder to the wall.

He looked away.

I saw my honorable young master who didn't eat the fireworks of the world, squatting with a country boy who appeared out of nowhere, like a poor old farmer, squatting side by side in front of the stove, grasping with his left hand. Holding a scallion pancake bigger than his face, and holding a scallion thicker than a finger in his right hand.

"Hold (lōu) it!" said the little iron egg.

"Make it!" Young Master Yan said.

Successfully brought brother-in-law into the ditch 23333