The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

When Mu Changying returned to the Rong mansion, he went straight into the kitchen without saying a word.

She was wearing an apron, her hair was tied into a Nezha head, and the broken hair between her forehead was pinned up with a hairpin.

Today, I will make a stewed squab with dangshen and angelica for Ah Yuan!

Little Gege, for the sake of my dear husband, I have no choice but to take you down.

I know you are wronged, so I will not waste a little bit of meat on your body when I eat later.

Mu Changying picked up the squab that was about four weeks away, and stroked its white feathers with his small hand.

It was soft and creamy to the touch, and she squinted her eyes half-closed in enjoyment, with a soft smile on her lips.

Hey, I'm sorry~

As soon as the words fell, Mu Changying picked up a sharp kitchen knife and severed the pigeon's artery.

Bright red blood splashed on her white and tender face from an excessive force.

The originally pure face suddenly became enchanting, like the manjushahua growing on the other side of the underworld.

Paji--

The pigeon's head fell to the ground and rolled all the way to the kitchen door.

Ma'am, don't be overwhelmed. If you have anything to discuss, please come out of the kitchen!

Butler Sun rushed in when the maid said that Madam was busy in the kitchen.

He didn't forget that Madam is a master bomber, and the kitchen would collapse if one didn't pay attention.

If you bump into me, how can I explain to the second master?

Butler Sun didn't feel sorry for the kitchen, but what if the kitchen collapsed and Madam couldn't get out in time?

When he raised his head and saw the blood on Mu Changying's face, his old eyes darkened and he almost fainted.

I'm going to die, I'm going to die, Madam is actually injured...

Second Master, it's all my fault for not stopping Madam, I'm sorry for you! Steward Sun held his head in his hands, tears streaming down his face.

Mu Changying put down the kitchen knife and put the killed pigeons into boiling water to scald their feathers.

Her delicate face was wrinkled into a ball like a soft glutinous rice cake, and her slender little finger without a trace of fat pointed at his feet.

Butler Sun, I will be careful not to hurt myself.

Also...you stepped on Pigeon's head.

The girl has a pure expression, biting her lip to send out a kind reminder.

Butler Sun lowered his head and saw a pool of blood under his feet, and quickly moved his feet away.

The little pigeon's head was trampled flat, bloody and bloody. Among the blood red, the small black eyeballs are particularly eye-catching.

Ahhh...sin, sin...Buddha, please forgive me, old man.

His mind was in a mess, and he immediately put his hands together, bowed and left the kitchen as if fleeing for his life.

Did I remind you wrong? He doesn't have nightmares at night, does he?

Let someone go to see the housekeeper later, but don't be scared of high blood pressure.

Mu Changying squeezed the wings of both noses in the middle, and the adorable appearance of this wrinkled nose pierced people's hearts.

She lowered her head and looked into the basin, the pigeons were almost scalded.

With his left hand, he pinched it in his hand, and his right hand began to pluck the hair rapidly.

In less than ten minutes, the hair was plucked to reveal smooth tender flesh.

Remove the internal organs of the pigeons, wash them and put them in a pot to blanch.

When the water boiled, the boiling white froth dispersed, and she immediately fished out the pigeons and put them in a casserole filled with clean water.

Hmm... Now put some Codonopsis ginseng, angelica and red dates and you're done.

After putting the lid on, Mu Changying clapped her little hands, with a happy smile on her face.

The medicinal meals made with her top cooking skills are definitely top-notch.

This is the care of love, Ah Yuan will definitely like it.