Chapter 132: Testing
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Qiao Xiaomai listened to Qiao Changshun’s praises of her cooking skills without expression, stuffing Milk Steamed Bun into her mouth and staying silent till the end of breakfast, without uttering a single word.
Tong Sang, who had finished his breakfast, had quietly eaten two bowls of tofu pudding amidst Qiao Changshun’s ceaseless prattling.
He also tried a few bites of tofu skin, a look of surprise shing across his deep dark eyes.
He had mentionedst night that Qiao Xiaomai must have other ways of making money. He just hadn’t expected to witness it this very morning.
After Qiao Changshun finished speaking, he swept his gaze over her pretty face, his lips curling into a small smile, “Knowing Miss Qiao’s culinary skills, I’ve decided to let her take care of our grandfather’s sixtieth birthday celebration.”
“Rest assured, the dishes she makes will definitely satisfy everyone.” Changshun patted his chest in guarantee.
“Let’s discuss the dishester.”
“Alright, let Dami clean up the pots, you two should go out and make your ns.”
Tong Sang turned towards Qiao Xiaomai, “Miss Qiao, shall we go out and have a chat?”
Qiao Xiaomai nodded and stood up, leaving the kitchen.
There was a willow tree in the Qiao Family’s courtyard which was already sprouting green leaves. Under the swaying shadow of the willow tree, Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sang sat with a small wooden table beside them.
Tong Sang pulled out a sheet of paper from his chest with a finger length charcoal stick, “Miss Qiao, this is the menu I’ve nned.”
“I can’t read.” Qiao Xiaomai’s eyes swept across the paper once and shook her head.
“How did you memorize all the different dishes before?” Tong Sang asked.
“I remember them in my head.” Qiao Xiaomai pointed to her head casually.
Tong Sang chuckled, “Should I read it out for you?”
“Sure.” Qiao Xiaomai nodded.
“Since it’s a sixtieth birthday celebration, my grandfather and I decided on six cold dishes, six hot dishes, and six desserts or soups to make a total of eighteen dishes,” Tong Sang started. His dulcet, maic voice detailed each dish patiently.
“The first cold dish is the Cold Mixed Cucumber.” Tong Sang pointed to the words ‘Cold Mixed Cucumber’ with his charcoal stick.
Qiao Xiaomai responded affirmatively, her gaze alsonding on the paper.
Her illiteracy was a pretense. Tong Sang wouldn’t leave this menu behind, so she needed to take a longer look tomit it to memory.
However, as a literate person, she had already skimmed through the entire menu by the time Tong Sang’s charcoal was still pointing to the Cold Mixed Cucumber.
All eighteen dishes were something she knew how to cook.
Relieved, Xiaomai returned her gaze to the Cold Mixed Cucumber.
“The second dish is the Cold Mixed Radish Strips. The radishes were ntedst year, but we still have some stored in our cer, which should be enough for the banquet,” Tong Sang continued.
Qiao Xiaomai nodded.
“Oh, right, the radishes need to be stir fried with Pork Belly,” Tong Sang added.
Qiao Xiaomai simply responded, and her gaze involuntarily moved downward, sweeping over the Radish with Pork Belly in hot dishes, and Radish with Stewed Ribs in the soup category. She then quickly scanned through the remaining soups on the menu.
Tong Sang noticed her small movement.
She does know how to read after all.
Considering that she could conjure up such a beautiful knife and unearthed unheard of nts, it made sense that a person with such magical abilities would indeed know how to read.
Now that his suspicions were confirmed, Tong Sang didn’t bother to test her further. However, in order to extend their interaction, he patiently read out all the dishes on the menu.
After he finished, he concluded, “Of course, this is just what I’ve prepared. We’ll be ughtering three pigs for the celebration. If you have any signature dishes in mind, feel free to make them..”