Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack-Chapter 1347 - 1327: Visiting Old Friends (Part 3)
However, because of Luo Qianqian’s arrival, everyone seemed to relax a bit, otherwise, when gathered together, most of the time they would complain about this little girl.
"Xiao Qianqian, Grandma will make noodles for you, what else do you want to eat?" Grandma Deng smiled warmly, holding Luo Qianqian’s hand: "You just stay here and chat with your grandpa and uncle for a while, don’t come in and cause trouble."
Qhianqhian pouted, alright, she’s banned from the kitchen, she’s self-aware.
"I also want Grandma’s big meatballs." Qhianqhian laughed mischievously, and then embraced Grandma Xiu: "Also, Grandma’s soup is a masterpiece."
"Okay, okay, Elder Deng, did the ingredients get delivered?" Grandma Deng smiled tenderly.
Old Master Deng nodded: "Make some vegetables too, don’t let her be picky."
"Oh, rare indeed!" Grandma Deng looked at Old Master Deng in surprise, then laughed again, patting Qhianqhian: "Later, I’ll put the vegetables in front of your Grandpa Deng, eat whatever you like, don’t mind him."
"Thank you, Grandma Deng." Qhianqhian smiled sweetly, mysteriously taking out a package of jerky from a nearby bag: "This is all for you, not for him."
This jerky naturally had a special taste, but Qhianqhian, being picky, didn’t like it, although according to Yan, it was great for strengthening the body, having been marinated specially by her godmother before being dried.
Qhianqhian stubbornly believed that pure lean meat wasn’t as enjoyable as pig trotters.
According to Grandma Luo, it’s because she’s spoiled, with such a picky mouth—no wonder she doesn’t grow tall.
Qhianqhian felt aggrieved, it’s not her fault she didn’t grow tall, who told her back then that not making a choice would lead to a fragrant and jade-like demise? Compared to death, she’d rather pretend to be a child forever, and staying youthful eternally is something many pray for.
"Little heartless!" Watching Qhianqhian take out a fragrant big bag of jerky, Old Master Deng swallowed before grumbling resentfully.
Now she has protectors, he doesn’t dare say anything, otherwise... The hardest to bear is the favor of a beauty!
"You stinky girl, what about mine?" Elder Xiu raised his brows, noticing a hint of grievance on Old Master Deng’s face, feeling slightly surprised, and promptly asked.
"Why? Grandpa Xiu afraid I’ll play favorites?" Qhianqhian curled her lips, taking out another big bag from her bag, smiling at him: "Don’t worry... I handed it over well to Grandma Xiu." As she spoke, she handed the jerky to the elderly lady, looking leisurely as she sat down with a small packet.
The two grandmothers exchanged a smile and entered the kitchen, ignoring these people. They’re all children, although one is a real child, while two are old children.
Old Master Xiu similarly performed the pouting and glaring act, making Qhianqhian feel amused. She opened the prepared tasting pack, stood up, and delivered it to Xiu Xian: "Uncle Xiu, try some."
Xiu Xian frowned, initially wanting to refuse, but the alluring fragrance wafted out. He took a deep breath and then picked up a piece. Before it could melt in his mouth, he saw clearly two elderly men swallowing hungrily.
Then Qhianqhian cheerfully handed it to General Sui: "Brother Sui, try it?"
General Sui didn’t hesitate. This was a gift from Qhianqhian, not something he snatched. The smell alone was tantalizing.
"Little heartless!"
"Stinky girl!"
The two elderly men expressed their dissatisfaction by turning their heads, while Qhianqhian shrugged: "This isn’t my fault. You two are so old, if this jerky’s hardness cracks your teeth, what then? It’s better suited for boiling in soup."
As soon as Qhianqhian finished speaking, Old Master Deng, who had jumped up, snatched the small package of beef jerky from her hand. It wasn’t very much, just enough for a taste.
If not for Qhianqhian letting it happen, how could Old Master Deng have taken it from her hand?
Having been targeted simultaneously by Qhianqhian, the two elderly men formed a coalition, with Old Master Deng generously sharing among them, handing one piece to Old Master Xiu before hugging the last two pieces and popped one into his mouth.
"Delicious, what kind of meat is this?" Xiu Xian and General Sui were the first to taste it, but they were so engrossed in eating they didn’t want to speak, only wanting to continue indulging. After finishing, they reluctantly looked at Qhianqhian. Earlier, they viewed her scrutinizingly, but now, their gaze burned passionately...
Qhianqhian rolled her eyes, thinking, if she told them what kind of meat it was, could they get some?
Not only does this meat not exist here, but even if it did, without Huang Yueran’s godmother’s exclusive marinade, it wouldn’t taste the same.
"You can’t get it." Qhianqhian hadn’t spoken yet when Old Master Deng raised his eyebrows: "Little heartless, you actually have a heart—this stuff can’t be cheap?"
Without any probing, certainty was displayed in Old Master Deng’s eyes.
Qhianqhian raised her eyebrows: "What, are you planning to reimburse me?"
"I can’t afford to reimburse." Old Master Deng replied naturally: "You dare use stamina-boosting items to make soup, that’s simply wasting it! Tell Grandma not to handle it!"
The two who had finished immediately flexed their muscles, finding a constant flow of energy within.
Qhianqhian rolled her eyes, thinking, this was all a misunderstanding. She wouldn’t say that she casually threw two stamina-enhancing elixirs in the well under the mountain, providing health assurance to the villagers, unknowingly leading to such an effect.
She didn’t believe this stuff would replenish stamina, after all, she had eaten it before, and it was hard enough to chip a tooth.
"Well, if it’s cooked, then just finish it, right?" Qhianqhian shrugged, indifferent.
At this moment, the four men in the room looked at the bag on the ground with eager eyes: "Did you bring anything else?"
Old Master Deng swallowed, tucked the last piece away for his wife to try later.
"Oh, right, I brought a jar of fruit juice. This stuff is extremely delicious." Qhianqhian took out a jar about the size of an adult’s head (ignoring heads as large as Lei Jiayin’s) and laughed, opening the sealed lid, and a refreshing fragrance filled the room.
The men who had no interest in fruit juice were now with wide-eyed enthusiasm, and the two grandmothers in the kitchen emerged again, afraid of missing something.
"I named it Hundred Flowers Fruit Brew. It’s not alcohol, it’s truly fruit juice." Qhianqhian laughed, gesturing to the two grandmothers: "Grandmas, bring spoons and bowls."
The two grandmothers acted quickly, returning shortly with very dry spoons and bowls. Qhianqhian scooped a bowl’s worth of fruit juice and handed it to Grandma Deng, her starry eyes sparkling like stars.
Grandma Deng was decisive, holding the bowl, undeterred by the envy and jealousy around, gingerly trembling as she brought the liquid to her mouth.
Then everyone watched as Grandma Deng stood entranced, eyes blurry, exuding an aura of happiness.
This was something Qhianqhian was quite proud of; it was brewed accidentally by Grandma Luo, and importantly, the method was documented by Second Aunt. The Nine Heavens Pavilion needed no shortage of such things.
