The Daily Life of the Daughter of a Minor Official

Chapter 165 Su-style noodle soup

In the afternoon, Su Ruojin made ginseng soup before going home. When she got home, Yang Siniang was waiting for her and asked her to go shopping.

 “Not tomorrow, let’s do it in two days.”

Yang Siniang agreed and told her about the time, "Don't fool me."

Su Ruojin laughed: "When have I ever fooled you?"

“Anyway, every time I ask you out, I’m either checking the shop or busy doing this and that, and I don’t even see you when I want to play with you.”

Su Ruojin thought to herself, I'm not a real child. I have a lot of things at home and outside. How can I play with a real child like you all day long?

After making an appointment, Yang Siniang was not in a hurry to go back, and went to the small wing with Su Ruojin. There were two baby cradlees, one was the fifth sister of the Su family, and the other was Xu Niansong, the eldest son of Shu Tongshu, whose nickname was Asong.

Shu Tong, whose surname was Xu, had the word "rock" in his name. After becoming Su Yanli's servant, he asked to change his name. Su Yanli felt that there was no need to change the name of the employee. Uncle Shu Tong insisted on changing it, saying that he wanted to forget the past and start a new life. Su Yanli advised him to think twice, and Shu Tong insisted on changing his name. Tong Fei had to change his name, so his relatives at the inn impromptuly named him Shu Tong (Shu Tong), and he has been called Shu Tong ever since.

People can forget the past, but the origin of their surname cannot be cut off. Without a son, Su Ruojin finally found out that Uncle Shu Tong’s original surname was Xu, and named his son Niansong to remember the name behind the house in his hometown. A pine tree.

  It also means remembering hometown and remembering home.

 The two young ladies stood by the cradle playing with the child. It was not until Su Yanli came off duty that Yang Siniang reluctantly went home.

The first thing Su Yanli did when he came home was to wash his hands and face, then pick up his daughter from the cradle and spend a long time with her.

After Shutong put the mule cart away, he washed his hands and face like adults, then he picked up his son, brought it to his mouth and chewed it hard.

 Two older young people stood in the corridor to coax the children, which has become a scenery in the Su family.

Su Ruojin smiled as he looked at it, and told his father and uncle Shutong about tomorrow's itinerary, "Dad, I'm going to Wenshan Street tomorrow. Do you want me to bring any pen, ink, paper, and inkstone?"

“Bring a few sheets of large rice paper and a piece of plain white paper.”

"good."

Shu Tong asked: "When will we set off tomorrow?" He needed to buy some auxiliary ingredients in the shop. He was afraid that he would have to go out of the city late when he came back. If he didn't have a son, it didn't matter if he lived outside, but now that he has a son, he is used to going home every day. run.

“Knowing that you are busy, I asked Uncle Huaping to be my coachman.”

Shutong was very happy when he heard that someone was going out for him, "Next time I see Hua Xiaodi, I'll treat him to dinner."

The sun sank to the west and fell below the horizon, and the last trace of light on the horizon was drowned by the dusk. Huaping carried a large clay pot of ginseng and duck soup to the small courtyard. When Lao Du saw it, he took it to the stove to heat it. After half a quarter of an hour, the aroma of the ginseng soup started to rise. It floated out through the small holes in the casserole lid and scattered everywhere.

Mr. Shen took a deep breath: "In addition to ginseng, there are also gouqi berry, red dates, yam, and tangerine peel. They are all sweet, flat, mild and nourishing. It is indeed a good soup."

Huaping wanted to eat, but he was never like Mr. Shen who also studied what Chinese medicinal materials were in it. Anyway, it was just nourishing, so he quickly asked Lao Du to divide the soup, "so as not to be taken over by the little prince every time." go."

Not only did he urge Lao Du to move quickly, he also stood up, opened the drawer of the food box, took out the small dumplings that Dong's mother had just made this afternoon, and the fried egg-filled pancakes specially made for him, and hurriedly lowered his head to eat. The little prince.



Mr. Shen was really thinking that maybe Guokui and ginseng duck soup would go better together. As a result, the door of the small hall was pushed open, and Prince Zhao, who was dressed in a dusty suit, appeared in the sight of the three of them.

Mr. Shen: ...there is no chance to pair Guokui with ginseng duck soup.

Hua Ping: ...subconsciously lowered his head and took a big sip of the soup. This was specially cooked for him by the young lady. If he couldn't eat it, wouldn't it be a wasted favor?

As the secret stronghold of the Detective Department, Lao Du was both the clerk who interrogated prisoners and the cook of the small stronghold. When the young master came, anyone could secretly eat his or her share, but he could not.

Lao Du stood up and gave the untouched portion of the soup that should have belonged to him to the young prince. He pointed out the source of the soup with a smile: "Ms. Su Er specially cooked it for Hua Ping. Please ask the young prince to do it." Young Master, let’s taste it.” Shuangrui couldn’t hold back his smile when he heard this, “As long as it’s food from the Su family, even if it doesn’t taste good, the young prince will still eat it.”

Shen and Hua: ...it seems to be true.

Su Ruojin didn't know that although Zhao Lan didn't come to Su's house to eat, the soup or the delicious dishes he prepared for Hua Ping every now and then were taken to the small courtyard to share with the poor Mr. Shen. As a result, Zhao Lan's nose Just like a dog, every time Huaping picks it up with his front foot, he arrives with his back foot.

 After eating, after reading the official documents that Mr. Shen was waiting for him to review, Zhao Lan left in a hurry.

Looking at his back, Hua Ping couldn't help but wonder, "There must be someone watching my every move, and as soon as I come over with the food box, the little prince will follow me."

Mr. Shen smiled and said, "Then who do you think this spy is?"

Hua Ping frowned and doubted, "Is it Old Man Huang?"

 “Why do you suspect it’s him?”

“One is Old Man Huang who is the shopkeeper at Suji, and two, don’t forget what is Old Man Huang’s nickname?”

Mr. Shen smiled and nodded, "It's very possible."

"It's not very possible, it must be this old guy." Hua Ping decided to try to bypass Huang Shun next time to see if he would come forward, and the little prince would follow behind.

Mr. Shen was interested in another thing, "Brother Hua, have you noticed that the little prince no longer goes to Dr. Su's house for dinner?"

Hua Ping was so stunned that he looked up at Mr. Shen, "It seems so, why?"

“You are in contact with the Su family every day, I want to ask you why?”

Hua Ping: ...could it be that the little prince is dissatisfied with Dr. Su? If you are dissatisfied, why do you take action personally as soon as you hear about the Su family?

 Shen and Hua really didn't understand why Zhao Xiaojun didn't go to Su's house to have a meal.

 Early on the next morning, Hua Ping went to Su's house early and taught the children how to practice boxing and kicking. After breakfast, the group set off to Wenshan Street.

 It’s February again, when the spring breeze is like scissors, cutting out light yellow and new green, and the mountains are bright.

 When we arrived at Wenshan Street, it was almost noon.

Obviously it operates a breakfast shop, but almost at noon, the lobby is still full of people. Almost everyone has a bowl of noodles in front of them, and it is exquisite Soviet-style noodle soup.

 A bowl of Suzhou-style noodles is served to the diners. First of all, it is a visual enjoyment. The soup is green and green, the noodles are white, like a small freehand brushwork, revealing the elegance of a scholar.

Secondly, the taste is required. Not only is the soup required to be clear but not oily, it also needs to be fresh and not dry after eating. With various toppings and noodles, Sheng Sheng turns a breakfast shop into a Chinese restaurant.

Su Ruojin really didn’t expect it.

Ye Huaizhen came out from the counter and said, "Little boss—"

 “Is this your idea?”

Ye Huaizhen nodded, "You made a bowl last time when you came here. It looked clear and watery, but it was actually fragrant and moderately salty. I liked it very much. I tried it in the morning and sold it, and the effect was very good."

As expected, he was the shopkeeper and had a business mind. Su Ruojin was very happy and told her one by one some of the characteristics of Su-style noodle soup that she knew, such as "wide soup", "tight soup", "high green soup", "free green soup", etc. , cultivating diners’ sense of gourmet sophistication.