: Nine hundred and forty-two food strategy

: Nine hundred and forty-two food strategy

After coming out of the Queen's farm, Catherine couldn't hold back any longer, she taught Shen Jiao with a stern face, "You were so rude just now, how could you talk to Her Majesty like this?"

Shen Jiao raised her eyebrows and ignored her. She took a skewer of grilled chicken wings and nibbled it. Just now, Jing Gu talked to the Queen, but she didn't eat a single bite of the meat, she starved to death.

"I'm talking to you, why don't you answer me? You're so rude!"

Catherine was very angry and yelled at Shen Jiao, if it wasn't for Shen Jiao's sake of curing her mother, she wouldn't be too lazy to care about this nonsense!

Shen Jiao finished eating a chicken wing and felt much better. Looking at Catherine, who was still like a flush rooster, she just felt amused.

This woman always expresses her concern with her teeth and claws, which is really stupid.

"Why are you yelling so loudly? Didn't you see me eating!"

Shen Jiao deliberately teased her, and sure enough, Catherine jumped up like a dynamite keg, and she was about to get angry.

"You also said that I'm not polite. Is it polite to yell like you?"

Shen Jiao put out the dynamite with just one sentence, Catherine immediately calmed down, took out her vanity mirror to tidy up her appearance, and touched up her makeup.

"You were very rude when you talked to Her Majesty the Queen just now. It's not good. Fortunately, Her Majesty is generous."

Catherine's daughter Annie suddenly spoke up, softly, but her words were as unpleasant as her mother's.

Shen Jiao glanced at this serious little lady and teased her with a smile: "What did I say wrong? Did I tell a lie?"

"No, you didn't lie."

The little lady still seeks truth from facts. Shen Jiao is in a good mood, and teases her again: "Is it my etiquette?"

"No, your etiquette is not wrong."

Although it is not the etiquette of country Y, but they are Chinese people, and it is understandable to practice Chinese etiquette.

"Then why am I being rude?" Shen Jiao asked directly.

"You...you..."

Annie couldn't tell, and looked very confused. What's the rudeness?

It seems that there is nothing impolite at all, but why does she just feel impolite!

"Pfft"

Looking at the embarrassed little lady, Shen Jiao smiled unkindly, not at all feeling that she was bullying the small.

Catherine couldn't see that her daughter was being bullied, so she came forward and said, "You are not respectful to Her Majesty the Queen at all, it is impolite."

Annie nodded vigorously, that's right, that's what it meant.

Shen Jiao snorted, "She is your majesty, not my majesty, why should I curry favor with her?"

"you……"

Catherine was so angry that she had no way to take Shen Jiao. Shen Jiao shrugged, grabbed a bunch of fresh chicken wings, and grilled it herself. Those servants didn't cook well.

"Annie, Ruth, Ellen, come and bake chicken wings together."

Shen Jiao was in a very good mood and greeted these little brats, twelve-year-old Ruth, eight-year-old Allen, fourteen-year-old Annie, and fifteen-year-old Harry, who had already gone to the racecourse to ride a horse.

"Mary will bake it for us, so you don't have to do it yourself." Annie and Ruth looked at Shen Jiao's greasy hands with disgust.

"Mary doesn't taste good when she bakes it, but it tastes good when she bakes it herself. Do you want Ellen to bake it?"

Shen Jiao didn't embarrass the two little ladies, and handed a bunch of chicken wings to Allen who was eager to try. Allen ignored Catherine's objection, and imitated Shen Jiao's movements, and roasted it with great interest.

Shen Jiao felt pretty good about Alan, who had not lost his childish nature, and patiently taught him how to season the chicken wings. Soon the two strings of chicken wings were baked. Previous loss of appetite.

"It's delicious, I want to bake another one."

Alan quickly finished eating a chicken wing, his mouth was shiny and very excited, Annie and Ruth next to him turned their heads over several times, and finally couldn't help asking, "Is it really delicious?"

"tasty!"

Allen nodded vigorously, without needing Shen Jiao to greet him, he took a few strings of chicken wings and roasted them on the fire, while Shen Jiao added a few strings of vegetables.

"Don't eat meat all the time. Vegetables are delicious when grilled."

"Really? I don't like salads." Allen was very suspicious.

Shen Jiao assured: "Of course it's true. When did I lie to you? Look at how I bake it."

The vegetables were cooked quickly. Shen Jiao roasted a few strings of potato chips, mushrooms and greens, etc. The seasonings were prepared by herself, which would definitely calm the little foreign devil.

"Eat it, do you think it's delicious?"

Shen Jiao took a bunch of potato chips and gnawed on it herself. Allen hesitantly took a bunch of potatoes and took a bite. His eyes lit up, and he devoured it, faster than he ate chicken wings.

"Sister Shen, your potatoes are delicious, much better than those made by my chef."

Allen has been captured by Shen Jiao's food. Miss Shen has become Sister Shen, and her name is very affectionate. It's a pity that the little foreign devil can't speak Chinese, so communication is really inconvenient.

Annie and Ruth were hot-eyed because of their childish nature. They couldn't help but grab a bunch of potatoes and nibble them. Needless to say, Shen Jiao had two more admirers.

"These are just the most common Chinese cuisines We have a lot of delicious food that can eat your tongue."

Shen Jiao didn't feel like she was bragging at all. Which country in the world is best at cooking?

Naturally, they are Chinese. This is recognized by the whole world. They are not like foreigners. They either eat raw or deep-fried food.

Shen Jiao and the three little kids learned some Chinese delicacies, which made the three kids drool and yearn for it.

Mrs. Yelena said with a smile: "Jiaojiao is right, Huaxia does have a lot of delicious food, my favorite is Nanxiang Xiaotangbao, the soup is really delicious, and I still remember the taste until now, but it's a pity Haven't had it in decades."

The old lady sighed regretfully, Shen Jiao's heart moved, and she said with a smile, "It's not easy to want a small soup dumpling, I'll make it for you later."

"That's great, won't Jiaojiao be too hard?" Madam Yelena was extremely surprised.

"It's a small thing, and I often do it at home."

Shen Jiao disagreed. She made a list and instructed George to buy materials. There is a Chinatown in London, so it was very convenient to buy materials. George bought it soon.

Because Shen Jiao wanted to make small soup dumplings, Andrea and the others did not go back to the city, they all went to Shen Jiao's house as guests. Zhao Si's house was no smaller than Abraham's house, and the decoration was very luxurious, without losing the Chinese national characteristics. Dere and the others did not dare to underestimate Shen Jiao.

Mrs. Yelena went to the room to rest first. Shen Jiao asked Shen Zhezhi to greet the guests, and she directed the servants to work in the kitchen. Today, she had to show these foreigners a good hand, so that they could experience the food culture of Dahua.

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