The next day, Qi Shuo took Qi Xing to Qingsong Academy to enroll.
But Qi Qi knew that her brother was going to study, and she wanted to follow him.
"Dad, I want to go with my brother too!"
Qi Qi threw herself into Qi Shuo's arms, and Qi Shuo held her in his arms and said, "Qiqi, girls don't need to go to school to study. Daddy will ask Aunt Xi to teach you how to study at home."
"But I want to be with my brother."
Qi Qi's chubby face was full of unhappiness.
Qi Xing said: "I came back right after school, it's not like I can't see you anymore."
Qiqi felt aggrieved and replied: "Okay!"
The father and son coaxed Qi Qi well before going out.
Without her brother to play with at home, Qi Qi felt very lonely, so she turned around and ran to Cheng Wenwen's yard. She liked Sister Cheng, but her brother was away, so she could only play with Sister Cheng.
Cheng Wenwen had just finished breakfast when she saw Qi Qi, a little carrot, running in and said with a smile: "What's wrong? You have such an aggrieved face, who bullied you?"
"It's dad and brother. They went to study without me!"
In ancient times, women were not allowed to study in academies outside. The feudal dregs made it impossible for women to do anything, so they could only live in this small house.
Cheng Wenwen sighed and said, "Don't be afraid. Let's play with my sister. My sister will teach you how to read when she has time!"
She doesn't know these ancient Chinese texts, but she can still teach Qiqi simple elementary school mathematics.
"Sister Cheng, can you teach?"
"Barely."
"Okay! Then I will compete with my brother to see who is more powerful!"
Cheng Wenwen: "..."
She thought that she was not as powerful as that group of masters, and she would definitely not be able to compare with other students.
Forget it, just make the little girl happy.
"Come on, sister will prepare something delicious for you to eat today."
"Okay!" Qi Qi became happy, her lovely milky voice rising, which made Cheng Wenwen fall in love with her more and more.
Cheng Wenwen didn't like giving birth to children because it was painful and delayed, but she naturally liked other people's cute and obedient children.
Today she plans to develop fried chicken and cola. Once it is developed, the store can start selling it and make money.
Pei'er helped Cheng Wenwen light the fire as always, and He was instructed by her to prepare the ingredients.
In order not to waste ingredients, she used chicken legs to prepare the batter, and then prepared the batter for fried chicken. After two hours of preparation, she began to coat it in batter and fry it.
The aroma of oil and meat wafts out, which immediately whets your appetite.
There was a crackling sound in the pot, and the chicken legs were quickly fried into golden brown. She asked Pei'er to control the heat, and then fried it twice over low heat before it was ready.
Qi Qi took the colander and handed it to Cheng Wen obediently.
Cheng Wenwen took it over with a smile and took out the chicken legs.
"Sister Cheng, I want to eat, I want to eat!"
Qi Qi had been greedy for a long time, and it was noon, so she stared at Cheng Wenwen's plate.
Cheng Wenwen took the first one and gave it to her nanny Huang in a small bowl: "Be careful, it's very hot. Don't let her burn her mouth."
Huang nodded and led Qi Qi out to eat chicken legs with a bowl in hand.
Cheng Wenwen also gave He and Pei'er a chicken drumstick each, and ate them herself.
Pei'er took the lead and said, "Miss, it's delicious!"
Mr. He also nodded: "Miss's craftsmanship is really good, and this method is also unique."
Even Mr. He didn't know why Cheng Wenwen knew so many delicious recipes.
Cheng Wenwen tasted it herself. Although the taste of the fried chicken legs was somewhat similar to that of a certain German chicken, it was still a bit different.
It seems that people can be famous because they have real skills. I still have to think about it, but at this level, I can sell it.
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Qi Xing was sent to Qingsong Academy. The teacher knew his identity and politely brought him into the school.
"This is our new classmate, named Qi Xing. Let's get along well."
The children looked at Qi Xing curiously and began to whisper.
The teacher then pointed to the empty seat by the window and said to Qi Xing, "Just sit there!"
Qi Xing nodded, walked over and sat down.
The children are only six or seven years old, no more than ten years old at most, and they have the frankness of this age.
Several lively students immediately surrounded Qi Xing and asked, "Qi Xing, where do you live?"
"Qixing, when were you born? What do you usually like to do?"
"Here is this mung bean cake for you to eat. My mother made it recently and asked me to bring it to share with my classmates today."
There were so many dolls surrounding Qi Xing, chattering non-stop. Qi Xing just thought they were noisy and didn't want to pay attention to them at all.
"What are you pulling at? If you don't pay attention to us, we don't even bother to pay attention to you!"
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