The Daily Life of the Daughter of a Minor Official

 Chapter 89 slipped away

 “What are Huanghou and Niu Baiye?” Fan Yanjia, a foodie, will not let go of any delicious food.

 It is easy to say that the cow is the stomach of a cow, but what about the yellow throat, that it is the trachea of ​​a pig or a cow? But it was clearly a large blood vessel of pigs, cows and other domestic animals. It was hard to tell. Thinking about it, Su Ruojin felt uncomfortable. As expected, she could only eat it and not study it in detail.

Su Ruojin and Fan Yanjia explained it to him after a long explanation. He was dubious, "Can this thing be eaten?" After thinking about it, he felt...

“Not only can it be eaten, but it is also a delicious food in the world.”

 Wow, so awesome? Fan Yanjia suppressed her confusion and doubts, "My mother will kill a scalper every New Year when marrying Zhuangzi. Then I will take you to find the two things you want."

 “Can a cow be killed?”

“My cows have been registered in the government office just to keep them for food.”

Although cattle were not allowed to be killed at will in ancient times, royal nobles could still eat beef. Since there was beef to eat, there must be people who slaughtered cattle, but these were not farm cattle raised by ordinary people.

Dayin Dynasty was located in the north, so Mrs. Fan raised yellow cattle. Yellow beef was more nutritious and tasted better than buffalo meat in the south.

Su Ruojin's eyes immediately lit up when he heard this, "Brother Fan Liu, I remember your words very well. My family's Chinese New Year hot pot depends entirely on you!"

Everyone sat in the corridor and drank wild pear paste. It was sweet and refreshing, and it slipped into the stomach. It really dispelled dryness and heat, and made the whole body feel refreshed.

 When her daughter acted up, Su Yanli reached out and rubbed the top of her hair, "That's nonsense."

 He can also have scalpers! Did he miss something?

Since there was an agreement, Fan Yanjia didn't want to have hot pot at Su's house in the evening. The two sat for a while while Su Ruojin made wild pear ointment for them.

Fan Yanjia shook her mother's arm, "Just tell the servants to get it done."

 “Not at all!”

 Look, this is the power of hot pot. After a meal of hot pot, the two snackers will call themselves brothers and sisters. It is called affectionate, and they are almost like real brothers and sisters.

It wasn't until dark that Mr. Fan ate his son's hot pot and dipped it in the Su family's sauce. He said with emotion, "If you dip a shoe sole in it, it will probably make your eyebrows fade away."

Being looked up to by the soft and waxy lady, Fan Yanjia immediately patted her chest and said, "Don't worry, I'll keep it with Brother Six."

Mrs. Fan was so troubled by her son that she had no choice but to ask her servants to do it.

The dignified third-grade official's mouth was full of oil, and her little son, who was out of tune, dared to say so. Mrs. Fan stretched out her hand and patted her son, "If you talk nonsense again, I'll beat you."

 The big meal at noon was too much. In the evening, the Su family drank simple millet porridge, washed up and rested.

Su Ruojin relaxed her shoulders and said, "Finally, the great master and the foodie are sent away."

“Autumn is dry, and I had hot pot again at noon, so it’s just right to drink it.”

Fan Yanjia was twelve years old and was full of energy. When he returned home, he immediately asked his mother to make hot pot for him, "Dad, I haven't had a bad appetite these two days. I brought the Su family's dipping sauce back and kept it for dad to eat." The mouth is full of oil."

"Dad, you feel the same way, don't you?" Fan Yanjia shook his head as if he had found an ally, "I don't know what was in the Su family's seasoning, it's really fresh."

Zhao Lan stood on the edge and looked at the scenery:…

Mrs. Fan tasted very fresh. She lowered her head and smelled it subconsciously. Unfortunately, she was not a chef. Apart from finding it delicious, she couldn't tell what ingredients it was made from. After thinking about it, she asked the steward to take the little bit left at the bottom of the jar. The restaurant shows the chef what ingredients are in it.

Mr. Fan and his son did not notice Mrs. Fan's actions. They enjoyed the delicious food, which was spicy and fragrant. They were sweating all over the body, and they were all hearty.

As expected, he recognized his brother and sister, and he was really a good person in front of his parents.

 At around three o'clock, the two young masters returned with their hands full of dipping sauce and wild pear paste.

 "Comfortable... so comfortable." Mr. Fan was satisfied with his meal and leaned on the chair to eat.

Fan Yanjia saw that he was eating as happily as he was, and smiled, "Ah Jin said, if there were Huanghou and Niu Baiye, the taste of this pot would be even better."

“Really?” Mr. Fan was very interested and asked the question he had asked before. Fan Yanjia quickly turned around and said, "Mom, when will our family kill the cow?"

On every new year and festival, the Fan family would kill cows as gifts to the high-ranking officials who had dealings with the Fan family.

 “Why do you ask this?” Since when did the younger son care about these common affairs? Isn’t it time to take the scientific examination? Mrs. Fan looked at her husband and thought to herself, don't you want to train your son to become the pillar of the country?

From her point of view, Dongliang has never been seen before, but she has seen a snack food guy who has the same character as Mr. Fan.

 Master Fan: ...how did he become his fault?

Leave aside the Fan family for the time being, Zhao Lan returned home, and Princess Jin was leading the imperial concubine in the hall to reprimand the servants. The atmosphere in the hall was desolate, and everyone was frightened and in danger.

When Zhao Lan heard the boy's reply, his soothing face in the Su family instantly hardened, as cold as a piece of ice.

Shuangrui asked cautiously, "Then...young master, do you still want to eat hot pot?"

 Zhao Lan paused.

Shuangrui and the others waited without daring to breathe.

 Suddenly, the little master turned around and walked out.

They didn't know where the little master wanted to go. Shuangrui and others didn't dare to ask, so they could only follow closely.

 Mr. Shen is having barbecue with Hua Ping and others.

There is also a small stove in front of you. There is a casserole on the stove, which is steaming and fragrant.

When Zhao Lan arrived, he saw that the ingredients inside were the same as what he had eaten at Su’s house at noon. He raised his eyes and looked towards Huaping.

Hua Ping shrugged and said, "In order to please me, Su Erniang specially asked Shu Tong to give it to me."

 Shuangrui:…

  Isn’t the young master more worthy of being pleased than Huaping? At noon, he still felt that Su Erniang was the best little lady, but now... eh... he was a little confused?

 Zhao Lan has the desire to eat.

Mr. Shen quickly gave up his seat, "Little Prince, please—"

 Zhao Lan did not move.

Santai observed the words and acted as the host’s mouth, “Why does Su Erniang want to please you?”

 “Of course...” Ask him to be your master!

 Hua Ping suddenly realized that the young master asked him to be his master, but he declined, and instead became Su Erniang's master. He was... seeking death!

"That...that..." Hua Ping walked away, "Lao Jiang said that he found clues about Liao Xia's spies. I... went over to take a look..." The voice fell and the person disappeared.

Mr. Shen has a headache. This guy threw such a stall to him, so he had to say a few kind words for him, "Hua..."

"Aren't you hungry, sir?" Zhao Lan sat down, reached for the hot pot with chopsticks, and ate a large portion of the food.

 Mr. Shen:…

 When did the young master put down his aloofness and become a human being?

 Looked at Shuangrui and others in confusion.

Shuang Ruina dared to say anything, pointed it at him, and asked him to eat with his master quickly.

Mr. Shen thought to himself, can he start teaching the young master how to detect things?

Hua Ping didn’t stop until there was no one around. Alas, his delicious food! While lamenting that he missed out on delicious food tonight, he was also thinking about when Su Erniang would send him hot pot again.

 with with me with his hot pot?

 (End of this chapter)