Pregnant Before the Royal Marriage

Chapter 141: Chapter 141: Today, Little Master Covers the Whole Round

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“It’s really delicious, Second Sister, try it! It’s amazing!” Jiang Eighth Son was attracted by the delicious food, not caring about the back of his hand being hit by his sister.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Shan couldn’t help but eat a piece too.

It was indeed delicious.

Fragrant and sticky.

The aroma of the meat on the ribs, mixed with the sticky rice, lingered between the lips and teeth, making people unable to resist eating one bite and then wanting another one.

Jiang Ning looked at Jiang Fourth Son and Jiang Yan: “You all try it too.”

Jiang Yan looked at the dishes on the table, pointing at one that was red and bright, with green leaves underneath, and asked, “Is the meat on top? Why is the color like this…! And can these leaves underneath be eaten as they seem to be raw?”

“This is called Guo Bao meat; you wrap it up and eat it.”

Jiang Yan was dubious, wrapped a piece of meat in the vegetable leaf, and took a bite.

The greasiness of the meat was mixed with the refreshing fragrance of the vegetable leaf, reduced, and really achieved the effect of being rich but not greasy.

She stuffed the vegetable leaf into her mouth and wrapped another piece.

Jiang Fourth Son couldn’t help but try it too.

He ate and swallowed his saliva: “So good, so good! Really good!”

Jiang Ning laughed, “Who wants to try these chicken wings?”

Having tasted the deliciousness, Jiang Eighth Son, who was now full of confidence in Jiang Ning’s cooking, immediately reached out: “I’ll eat!”

He grabbed a chicken wing and took a bite, “Hiss.”

“What’s wrong?” Jiang Shan asked.

“No one else touch this plate of chicken wings!” Jiang Eighth Son grabbed the plate, “Today, Little Master is going to eat it all!”

“Little brat, you have no manners!” Jiang Fourth Son pretended to hit him, but Second Miss Jiang took advantage of the situation to snatch the plate back.

The brother and sister each took a piece.

“Um!”

Second Miss Jiang suddenly had the urge to keep the plate to herself too.

She looked up at Jiang Ning: “What’s this taste? So unique. Seventh Sister, what’s the name of this dish?”

Jiang Ning laughed, “It’s called Coca-cola Chicken Wings.”

“Why is it called Coca-cola Chicken Wings? What’s funny about it?” Asked Jiang Yan curiously.

“Because to make this dish, you need a kind of seasoning called Coca-cola.”

“I’ve never heard of it before.”

“Actually, there is no Coca-cola in this dish. It’s just made with soy sauce, sugar, and wine. The chicken wings are sweet and fragrant, perfect for kids to eat.” Jiang Ning looked at them happily nibbling on the chicken wings and suddenly wanted them to witness Grandpa Ken’s prowess.

The sisters gathered around the table and polished off the eight dishes Jiang Ning had prepared.

Jiang Eighth Son still wanted more, and even poured the soup into the white rice, mixed it up and ate it.

After eating the last grain of rice, he burped contentedly.

Jiang Shan laughed, “My mother is so worried about Eighth Brother not eating, but Seventh Sister’s meal seems to have cured him.”

Jiang Ning laughed, “In my opinion, if a child doesn’t like eating, it’s mostly because the food doesn’t suit their taste.”

Jiang Fourth Son said, “It’s hard to imagine how Seventh Sister came up with such a wonderful cooking method. I’ve been to countless restaurants, big and small, but I’ve never seen this before.”

“I was just messing around aimlessly, you know, I used to have foster parents who ran a small restaurant.” Jiang Ning casually explained.

In her heart, she knew that what she had cooked was just the simplest home-style food.

Her culinary skills were not superb, but the problem was that the food in the Great Sheng Dynasty was too monotonous and insipid.

The common people basically ate stewed dishes, whether it was vegetables or meat, just throwing them into the pot to cook, adding some salt, and when it was cooked, it was done.

There was no color, aroma, or taste to talk about.

The food eaten by the nobility was a little better, but not much.

This meal had thoroughly convinced Jiang’s siblings.

After a hearty meal, the oldest sister, Second Miss Jiang, asked, “Seventh Sister, was Prince of Yu here to pick you up just now? Don’t delay, you should go back earlier.”

Only then did Jiang Ning remember that the Prince of Yu was still waiting for her.

She hurriedly called Huang Ying to push her to find the Prince of Yu.

The Prince of Yu was indeed still waiting.

His face was as black as the bottom of a pot..