The Daily Life of the Daughter of a Minor Official

Chapter 158 Lychee Paste

 The book was booked at a medium-sized restaurant, not far from the hospital. The group quickly entered the restaurant.

There are four large rivers in Bianjing City, three of which pass through the city. One of them, the Jinshui River, leads directly from the imperial city to the outside of the city. It is impossible to choose this river for dragon boat racing, which is not conducive to the safety of the imperial city.

But it can’t be too far. For example, the Cai River is in the south of Bianjing City, just in front of the Imperial Street where Su Ruojin and the others live. It is far away from the Imperial City, so it is impossible to choose this one. For the dragon boat race, I chose one that is close to the Imperial City but a little far away. Wuzhang River, this area is the north of the city.

The people watching the dragon boat race dispersed. Except for the residential houses and shops near Wuzhang River, the river suddenly became empty. Willows stood quietly by the river, and silk ribbons hung on the river. The waves were sparkling. There were boats passing by, startling the people living in the river. Birds on the branches by the river.

The window on the second floor of the restaurant faces the moat embankment. The wind blows over and brings cool air from the water, which is like a natural fan.

At the dinner table, Su Yanli apologized to the students, "Teacher, I'm sorry for delaying your work, so let's have a drink with tea instead of wine."

Zhao Lan smiled gently and said, "Teacher, you're welcome."

In fact, he is impatient to deal with human relationships like the prince brother. He likes a simple life, just like now, sitting with the simple Su family, don't be prepared for anything, the whole person is very relaxed, even if the food tastes average, He has an appetite.

Su Yanli and Zhao Lan slowly ate food and chatted.

Su Sanlang was young, so he would cook when he was hungry. He could not sit still when he was full. He kicked off his legs, slid off the chair, and ran to the window to see the birds flying outside, the horses walking on the street, and the mules walking.

Su Ruojin remained reserved for a while after she was full. She waited for Su Sanlang to take a bite and said, "Sister, come over and take a look. There are people selling ice and snow cold yuanzi, mung bean licorice ice and snow cold water, and lychee ointment."

 She asked: "Adi, do you want to eat?"

 The little guy shook his head, "It's not as delicious as the milk tea or juice made by my sister."

Su Ruojin:…

 Bingxue Leng Motoko is recorded in Tokyo Menghualu. It is a nice and poetic name for food. In fact, Motoko is the glutinous rice dumpling in later generations. Bingxue Leng Motoko is the iced glutinous rice dumpling. Did it become common in an instant?

There is also lychee paste. Lychees were transported by refrigerated trucks in later generations, but in ancient times, if you wanted to eat lychees, only the emperors and concubines could enjoy a few lychees.

 The main reason is that the shelf life of this product is too short, so short that it goes bad before it reaches its destination. So why is it called lychee ointment on the streets and alleys?

Su Ruojin was also very curious when she heard it for the first time, so she bought it and studied it. She also asked the aunties in the alley for advice. Finally, she found out that there were no lychees in the lychee paste. It was made with black plums, cinnamon, lactose, **** and other substances. It takes a lot of effort, but the taste is just like traditional Chinese medicine. It is probably only what the ancients were used to eating. She is not used to it, but it can relieve summer heat and quench thirst, and long-term drinking also has health-preserving effects.

Su Sanlang smacked his lips, "Sister, when we go back and pass the milk tea shop later, can we buy a few cups of milk tea and drink it back?"

"Okay!" Su Ruojin felt sleepy after eating. She put her arm on the window lattice and was about to lie down and squint for a while. She thought her brother was talking about milk tea, so she hallucinated about seeing the Yang family. Why did she seem to see an acquaintance - Yang Siniang's Dad, the censor of the imperial court.

In order to avoid being dazzled, she raised her head quickly, rubbed her eyes and stared at the passers-by on the street carefully. Yes, it was Yang Siniang's father. The Yang family was on the right side of Su's house. When their family went out of the alley, they would definitely pass by the door of Su's house, so in the alley You will encounter it occasionally when you are playing in the wild, and you should not admit your mistake.

Su Ruojin was not surprised that Mr. Yang did not go home with his wife and children. From what Yang Siniang said inadvertently, Mr. Yang was not a good husband or a good father. He was often away from home. He would either catch this or look at that outside. I didn't like it, so I mixed a copy with it and showed it to an official. I heard that he was a famous official.

Su Ruojin turned around and said, "Dad, little prince, I don't know who Mr. Yang wants to mess with. He walks like a gust of wind, like a big woman catching..."

Su Yanli and Zhao Lan both looked at her and listened to what she was going to say. The word 'catch' came out. Su Yanli said with a serious face, "Ah Jin..." Su Ruojin had already realized that what she said would be rude and indecent, so she stopped quickly. The last word came with a smile, "I'll continue to look at the scenery." Then he turned back to the window, and Master Yang had disappeared from the sight of the Su family siblings.

 Cheng Yingzhen had little appetite and didn’t eat much. She sat next to her husband and poured him a glass of warm water from time to time. The couple had been married for more than ten years, and they were still getting along like a newly married couple.

Zhao Landang didn't see the two interacting. He lowered his head to take a sip of tea, then raised his head again. This time he saw the young lady's head sticking out of the window, as if looking for something. He put down the cup and took a few steps behind the young lady.

 “Ah Jin, what’s the matter?”

Su Ruojin replied, "Last time I went to see the flower party at your house, there was a sister blocking the way of Sister Lingchun. She seemed to be named Ling Shuang. I saw her on Wenshan Street half a month ago, and I saw her passing here again just now. Are the girls in the palace free to come and go?"

How is it possible? If that were the case, wouldn't everyone be able to enter the palace at will?

Zhao Lan narrowed her eyes slightly, "She is the daughter of Manager Xu. She is the second-class girl next to my mother. She may have more freedom than other girls."

"oh."

When talking about Mrs. Xu, Su Ruojin couldn't help but gossip, "I heard that Manager Xu is not respected by the princess, right?"

 Zhao Lan nodded: "Yeah."

Su Ruojin curled her lips, turned around and continued to look at the street and the scenery.

Zhao Lan was amused by the young lady's actions, "Do you hate Mrs. Xu for taking your recipe to please the Prince of Jin?"

 Hey, how did he know?

Su Ruojin turned her head again.

The young lady looked confused, but his smile did not diminish, "She was so filial that the palace's recipes were made into delicacies and served on my dining table."

Su Ruojin was stunned: "..." What's going on?

“The first time I went to your house for dinner, I discovered a clue about the pickled fish dish. It turns out that the original creator of this dish is Ah Jin.”

Su Ruojin: ...she is not the original author either!

 For a moment, she felt quite guilty.

He quickly changed his words: "I didn't expect the little prince to be so smart. The first time he came to my house as a guest, he knew that Mrs. Xu had dominated my family's food recipes."

Zhao Lan snorted coldly, "The Xu sisters took your recipe and opened a medium-sized restaurant in Wangchunmen. It attracted many businessmen. I heard that the business was good."

Wangchun Gate is in the east of the city, which is the north of the city, and the Jin Palace is in the Xihua Gate area of ​​the palace city, one to the east and one to the west, which can be regarded as passing through the entire imperial city.

Looking at the direction she just walked, it looked like she was coming from the Song Gate in the south, not from the north to watch the dragon boat race. She didn't know what happened, so she was asked to go around the city.

 Zhao Lan winked at Santai.

Santai quietly retreated and left the private room without anyone noticing.