The Little Lucky Girl

Ming Youyou nodded. She hadn't sent a video to Zhengdao for a long time. The main reason was that Lord Tao had no cases to try now, so she had no place to make money.

Every time they talked about this topic, Brother Zheng Dao would send her a bunch of melancholy emoticons. The people in the pictures had their eyes twitching, which gave her goose bumps.

Today she had finally met the requirement of "many people, lively and bustling", so she immediately asked the system to take a photo and send it to him first to fool him.

After reading half of the sermon, he asked, "Why do you say that the headmaster is an old man who loves to dream?"

"I heard from the storyteller," Ming Youyou said, "It is said that when Pei Shanzhang was still young, he had a dream one night. He dreamed that an old immortal riding a white deer landed in his yard."

"The old immortal said that he had a destiny with him and wanted to give him a chance. He took him up into the sky, and he saw golden lights flashing in many places. The immortal told him that the golden lights were the literary energy of Dayu, and asked him to gather all the energy together."

"After waking up, he wrote to His Majesty, wanting to establish a school to protect the literary spirit of Dayu. So His Majesty agreed and gave him a lot of money."

Zheng Dao smiled secretly. Why did he feel that this headmaster had some characteristics of a charlatan? He asked, "Will the headmaster dream if the academy is short of money in the future?"

Hey, Ming Youyou scratched his head. It seemed that every time after he had a dream, His Majesty would bestow silver on him. It was true when he thought about it.

Zheng Dao: "Next time you meet the storyteller, can you ask him to tell the story again and you can record it and send it to me?"

Ming Youyou thought it was not difficult and agreed immediately. But after a while she realized that she was being disliked.

"Are you still going to record the video?" the system asked.

"Go ahead, you can earn points, why not go." Ming Youyou hummed, "I will read more in the future, and I can tell good stories."

The system feels that if it were a human, it would be in tears at this moment.

You have to know that it has advised its host many times, because Ming Youyou is now so proficient in reciting those books that she can even recite while dozing off, causing her brain waves to become increasingly calm, making it unable to recharge her energy.

As a result, all its earnest words of advice were not as effective as a single look of contempt from others. Alas, humans are really troublesome, especially the cubs.

Miss Zhang and Scholar Luo met outside the county town. Seeing that Miss Zhang had a lot of things with her, Scholar Luo immediately helped her carry them.

When they arrived outside their yard, both of them had blushing faces. Miss Zhang walked briskly, looking relaxed; Mr. Luo followed behind with a lot of bags hanging on his body, panting.

Zheng Huan and the others were a little confused. Every time they saw Luo Xiucai before, although he could not be described as handsome, he could be considered elegant. How could he look so embarrassed today?

The most important thing is that he is as happy as a fool, which is really hurtful to watch.

When Miss Zhang saw Ming Youyou, she immediately took a few quick steps forward and said, "I brought all the cooking supplies."

She looked at the child who was only as tall as her waist with trepidation, and asked hesitantly, "Sister, can you really make mutton soup steamed bun?"

Ming Youyou nodded vigorously, "Don't worry, Sister Zhang, the food I made is really delicious."

Miss Zhang smiled and said, "Okay, I believe you. What shall we do first?"

Ming Youyou led her into the kitchen, "Let's make the soup first. Wash the mutton and boil it in water to remove the blood and fishy smell..."

She kept talking but her fingers didn't move at all. Alas, it was all because of the blow she received in the morning.

She was originally very interested in cooking, so she got up early and got two eggs from the chicken coop, intending to make scrambled eggs as a surprise for Zheng Huan and the others.

The result, well, was a terrible mess.

Ming Youyou was shocked at the time, "Where did my cooking skills go?"

System: ...Do you have that thing?

I used an induction cooker to make soup yesterday. It is much easier to operate than this earthen stove. There is someone guiding you every step of the way, and you are just an executor at best.

Ming Youyou also figured out this logic. She asked the system to help destroy the body and she went to find a palm-leaf fan to fan away the burnt smell in the kitchen.

So now she just talks but doesn't take any action, and she focuses on not letting her master's identity fall off.

Miss Zhang was a little worried at first. After all, the recipe of mutton soup was their family's secret recipe. Later, when she saw Ming Youyou explained it in detail and it was similar to her family's, she put her mind at ease and concentrated on cooking it.

Old Sun in front of the screen looked at her technique and nodded secretly, very satisfied with this indirect successor.

"The mutton soup is almost ready, let's start making steamed buns," he said.

Ming Youyou immediately gave instructions to Miss Zhang, and the two of them started working on the noodles.

Luo Xiucai stood outside the kitchen, looking inside from time to time and chatting absentmindedly with Zheng Huan and the others.

As the aroma from the kitchen grew stronger, everyone stopped pretending to discuss the subject and all leaned against the door, waiting to be called from inside.

At Ming Youyou's command, they rushed into the kitchen, but each of them only got an empty bowl and a pancake.

"Is this steamed bun?" Feng Xu looked at it carefully, took a bite cautiously, and then his face looked a little strange.

Lu Tai asked him what was wrong, and Feng Xu controlled his expression and said with a smile: "It's delicious, you guys should try it too."

Everyone looked at him suspiciously and took a bite themselves.

Hmm? This bun is not cooked.

Ming Youyou laughed happily, making fun of them for being amateurs and completely forgetting that he had actually finished eating a whole bun.

She taught them how to break the steamed buns, then put the broken pieces back into the pot and cook them for a while, and finally put them back into the bowls.

"There are four ways to eat this steamed bun," she cleared her throat and said, "Listen carefully..."

Feng Xu was amazed after hearing this, "You really know a lot. You seem quite knowledgeable."

Ming Youyou finally liked Feng Xu for once, so she quietly told him, "Eat quickly, and then put another bowl aside after you finish."

There were a lot of people this time, which was a good thing because they could try every way of eating it, but a bad thing was that there wasn't enough soup to go around.

The mutton soup was rich, the steamed buns were delicious, and the cooking method was novel, so Zheng Huan and the other two naturally focused on eating.

Mr. Luo held up the bowl, but his eyes were on Miss Zhang. "How is it? Is it the kind that uncle wants?"

Miss Zhang's eyes were red. "I have never eaten it before. I only heard about it from my father's memories. But he only ate it a few times, and that was more than 20 years ago."

She felt that her father might not remember the real taste, and since this bowl of Pao Mo tasted better than described, she would just assume it was that.

She looked at Ming Youyou and asked, "Sister, can I ask you for a favor?"