I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

Early the next morning, when Li Yingzi called the door, she took Yin Lulu and Jiu'er for a run.

Yin Xuan was not idle either, and began to prepare lunch for Yin Lulu.

Cold food is a bit worse, but it's better than being hungry - if Li Jing's family is really asked to cook, Yin Lulu would definitely rather be hungry than take a bite.

Yin Xuan asked the carpenter to make two square food boxes yesterday. Such a small thing is not difficult for the carpenter.

A small half bowl of rice and a few pieces of chopped corn are the staple food.

Some tomato scrambled eggs, Yin Lulu doesn't like green peppers, so Yin Xuan made some green pepper fried meat.Children can't be picky eaters. Besides, the nutritional value of green peppers is higher than that of tomatoes. It's always good to eat more.

Steam the potatoes, mash them with a little salt and pepper, make a small portion of mashed potatoes, put them in the last grid, cut two small slices of tomatoes, as the eyes and ears, a little cat will be formed .

Qingxi School.

As a school that can be opened in Xuanyangfang, the students who come and go to study here are all the children of dignitaries. The school does not charge tuition fees, and Shuxiu's six families can afford it.

But if you want to enter this school, most people don't have this opportunity, even if you are a county boy or a child from the county, you have to think about it.

Parents who are below seventh-rank officials will never be considered.

The conditions are high, and the teaching quality is naturally high. It is not the kind of rigid teacher who shakes his head and teaches people to recite the Analects of Confucius, but can teach them to learn each character in a lively and interesting way.

At noon, those who are close to home are taken home by the family for dinner.

Those whose homes are a little farther away are the servants who bring food over.

Only Yin Lulu was an exception. When there were many tall food boxes on other people's tables, she took out the bento prepared by her brother from her schoolbag.

They are all six or seven-year-old children, and they don't have many bad intentions, let alone the dog's eyes look down on people-children haven't learned this yet.

"Hey, no one in your family brought you food?" The sharp-eyed little boy at the next table saw Yin Lulu's movements and asked curiously.

Yin Lulu raised her head with a proud face: "My brother is busy."

The little boy waved his hand generously, pointing to the food brought out from the food box by the maid: "Then you can eat with me, I have hot dishes here!"

Yin Lulu glanced at the dusty soup and the smelly mutton on the table, and snorted, "No, your food is not as good as mine."

As she spoke, she opened the lid.

The white rice is in stark contrast to the light yellow corn rice.

Not to mention the boxes full of brightly colored dishes.

The little boy swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Although he didn't know whether those dishes were delicious, but in terms of color, his own dishes were inferior.

What attracted him the most was not the dishes, but the mashed potatoes.

Children are visual creatures.

Mashed potatoes shaped like kittens are a great temptation to him.

The little boy looked at some crude lunch boxes in Yin Lulu's hands, and then at his own table full of dishes. It was obvious that he had more dishes, but it made him feel like he had lost.

The other children also gradually noticed Yin Lulu's lunch box, and they immediately surrounded her.

"Wow, she looks so good."

"How can my cook at home not do this!"

"I want too."

A clever child tore off a chicken leg from his dining table, and put it in front of Yin Lulu: "I, can I exchange a chicken leg with you for a little raccoon slave?"

The other kids were not to be outdone.

One held up a piece of mutton: "Hmph, I'll take a piece of mutton, and I also want the little raccoon slave."

"My mutton is bigger than yours!"

"Mine is bigger than yours!"

The two children who were crowded together compared each other, their heads bumped together, and their toes were raised on the ground.

"My big one!"

"No, obviously mine is bigger!"

Yin Lulu looked at them holding greasy little hands with disgust, and shook her head: "No, no, I won't change whatever you bring!"

"My brother made this for me, so I won't give it to you."

As she spoke, Yin Lulu paused for a moment, and then raised her voice.

"And you don't use chopsticks to eat, it's so dirty, who would eat the things you took, you didn't wash your hands after studying all morning."

This sentence stunned the children in the room.

Only the two little boys were left, still not to be outdone, comparing who was older.

They could only look at Yin Lulu helplessly, eating white rice, yellow corn, and the cute kitten.

Some children even started to cry, and the maid coaxed them helplessly.

These little ancestors are not easy to serve.

After school in the afternoon, Yin Lulu put her schoolbag on her back and waited for Li Yingzi to come to pick her up and go home.

Those children still looked at Yin Lulu reluctantly.

Wait until you get home.

They quarreled with their parents.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo." The child threw himself into his mother's arms, crying half-cryingly.

The mother always dotes on the child: "Okay, okay, I will send to hire one tomorrow, and our family will also raise it."

The child shook his head: "It's not for raising, it's for eating. I also want to have a little raccoon slave in tomorrow's meal."

The mother froze, looking at her child in surprise.

This.
What did you learn at school?Eat raccoons?
That food is delicious. No, can I eat it?

But since it was her child's request, and cats are not precious creatures, she hesitated for a while, and seeing her child crying even harder, she agreed: "Okay, okay, let's eat, mother will go and order it now."

The child gradually stopped sobbing, and raised his hand high: "I want the one with red ears and red eyes!"

Mother couldn't hold back at all.

It's okay to say red eyes, what the hell are those red ears?Not to mention raccoon slaves, but are there red animals in the world?
She was a little worried, isn't Qingxi School said to be the top school in Chang'an?Why is it a bit strange that my child only studied there for a day today.
Seeing Sa Huan's child running out, she first went to the cook to order, and tonight, cook a dish according to the child's request.

I went to the study again and told my husband what happened today.

Wait until dinner time.

The mother went to the yard and called her children: "It's time to eat, the raccoon slave you want is ready, let's see if it is what you want."

The child happily ran over, climbed onto the couch and sat upright, looking at the table with one glance.

Right in the middle is the dish he wanted.

In the middle of the soup, there was a cat's head, its ears and eyes were dyed red, and it was still dripping water.

With a sound of wow, the child was frightened and cried, and kept slipping into his mother's arms.