The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

"Yes, I will do it now!" Zhao Dafu responded quickly, saluted Mo Yan, Mo Qingze and others, and then respectfully stepped out.

After confirming that Zhao Dafu had gone far, Xin'er looked at her sister with admiration, and said with shining eyes: "Sister, you were so powerful just now, you were like a real princess! Your tone of voice was obviously the same as usual. Look, Manager Zhao seems to be afraid of you."

Mo Yan rolled her eyes at her sister: "Your sister and I are the real deal, and the princess has the same respect as the princess. Apart from not being named Chu, what is the difference in status from the real princess?"

At this time, Xin'er also realized that she had said the wrong thing, and quickly raised her little hands to flatter her: "Aren't you stunned by my sister's charm? If it were me, I might have been fooled by Manager Zhao."

"Huh, that's because you're useless!" Zhen'er finally seized the opportunity and mercilessly pushed against his second sister: "Then Manager Zhao obviously has a problem. He has a guilty conscience when facing the eldest sister. As long as he exerts a little pressure, he will I can't stand it anymore! Hey, why am I telling you this? You can't do anything to him anyway."

Xin'er immediately quit. She put her hands on her hips and acted like a big sister, and lectured Zhen'er: "You are the only smart person in this world. Since you are so smart, how can you forget to memorize articles? And I am your second sister, so I shouldn't laugh at you." It seems to me now that your etiquette has been learned from a dog. If you are like this, if Master doesn’t punish you, who will you punish?”

Zhen'er was so angry that her teeth were itching after being stepped on. She stood up, raised her chin, looked at her second sister and retorted: "It's said that you respect your elders and love your young. You didn't care for my younger brother first, but you asked me to respect your elder sister. This What’s the point?”

Xin'er curled her lips and cursed with a smile: "You still remember what happened at the door, you are such a stingy person!"

Zhen'er reacted faster and counterattacked on the spot: "You are generous, you are generous and you just let me, your younger brother?"

"You are a man, so you should be broad-minded and let women go. Besides, I am still your sister!"

"Yes, you are still my sister, you have to give in to me first!"

"..."

The two siblings were quarreling with their eyes wide open, neither of them willing to show weakness first. Seeing that the war was about to escalate, Zhao Dafu's eldest daughter-in-law walked in, but the food was ready, and asked the Mo family if they would eat here or go to the dining room behind.

If there is a dining room, it is natural to eat in the dining room. Without hesitation, everyone followed the Zhao family's eldest daughter-in-law to the dining room at the back.

Walking into the dining room, everyone found that the dining room was even larger than the main hall. After asking the eldest daughter-in-law of the Zhao family, they found out that this was a place for banquets and banquets for guests, and the small dining room inside was the real place to eat.

The layout of the dining room is very good, with orange as the main color, the decoration is also very appropriate, and everything is full of warmth and warmth. Being in such an environment, even eating has become a very warm and happy thing. Everyone in the Mo family fell in love with it at first sight.

Ten dishes were placed on a large round table that could seat ten people. Except for a few meat dishes such as chicken, duck, and fish, the others were all current vegetables. The Zhao family grows vegetables themselves, chickens, ducks and fish are raised in Zhuangzi, and only the pork is bought from Chenjiacun.

There is no market in Chenjia Village, but there is a butcher in the village who kills a pig every other day and pulls it through the streets on a bullock cart to sell it. It is much more convenient than going to the city to buy.

The food on this table was all cooked by Zhao Dafu's wife, Mrs. Meng. Although the vegetables were not as delicious as those watered by the Mo family's spiritual spring water, Mrs. Meng was good at cooking and suited the taste of the Mo family. Mo Yan was not stingy and praised her a few times. Mrs. Meng was very happy and felt that her new master was easy to talk to.