So Xie Zian couldn't remember the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he couldn't force it. Now that the time was right, the young man finally remembered to prepare a gift, but he still acted so nonchalant and indifferent.

...After all, he has been pampered and praised since he was a child, and he is used to being spoiled, the old housekeeper thought to himself.

Su Qingluan naturally had no idea about the old butler's mixed thoughts. When she heard him mention local specialties, she knew without even thinking - in such a small place, where could there be any truly impressive "local specialties"?

In the modern era of a previous life, thanks to the well-developed transportation chain, the most common and precious products in many small places would be various "fresh foods" - after all, China is vast and rich in resources, and many species are unique to each region. For example, mushrooms in Yunnan and Guizhou, coconuts and mangoes in Hainan, or fish from specific waters, etc.

However, in the era in which Su Qingluan lives, it is impossible to bring this kind of "local product" to other places - because these ingredients are only eaten for their freshness.

However, due to various restrictions on transportation conditions, many fresh products deteriorate and rot before reaching their destination. Naturally, they cannot become "specialties". Instead, after people eat them, they become "legacy".

However, you don’t have to worry about this problem if you make your own jam.

Su Qingluan sorted out her thoughts and said, "I think that compared to choosing local specialties, another 'gift' that costs nothing but is worth a thousand gold is more important."

Seeing Xie Zian looking over, Su Qingluan continued, "It's a gift for the elders. As long as the elders know your filial piety, no matter what you give them, they will be very happy."

The old housekeeper also nodded in agreement: "Madam Su, what you said is very true. Rather than being cowardly, it is more important to let the old lady know the young master's filial piety."

"This thing called 'heartfelt affection' is invisible and intangible. How can I let my grandmother know?" Xie Zian asked impatiently, "Do you want me to go back and tell her directly?"

"This... I'm afraid it won't work..." The old housekeeper was a little embarrassed, "You can't leave here without the master's order."

Su Qingluan looked at Xie Zian, who seemed to be clueless, and decided to give him a hint: "Come to think of it, the last time Young Master Xie asked me to make that 'Black Pepper Flounder', didn't he also say that he wanted to let the elders at home taste it?"

Xie Zian paused after hearing Su Qingluan's words, then turned his eyes away: "...The fish was not delivered."

Su Qingluan was stunned, but the old housekeeper next to her answered her doubts: "Madam Su, you don't know, that fish is very delicate and difficult to keep alive. It will die in a few days. You can't just give away a dead fish..."

Then Xie Zian simply ate the remaining flounder - the chef in Xie's house saw Su Qingluan making black pepper flounder and naturally learned how to make this dish.

Su Qingli: ...This is a development she had never imagined.

The corners of her mouth twitched as she advised, "Although the fish wasn't given away, my dear, your desire to be filial to your elders is not fake."

"Of course!" Xie Zian nodded quickly, "Although I want to go back, I really miss my grandmother too!"

This is not false.

Although Xie Zian is a playboy, he is not a conscienceless and ungrateful person.

Although he was punished, he still had some admiration for his grandmother and other elders who had loved him since he was a child - it was just that if he was usually attracted by the world of pleasure, that admiration would take a back seat.

Su Qingluan smiled and said, "In that case, why not write down all these feelings in a letter home? As the saying goes, 'A letter from home is worth a thousand pieces of gold.' Young Master, you can naturally express how much you miss your family in writing."

Upon hearing this, Xie Zian's eyes immediately lit up, and even the old butler next to him nodded, expressing his full agreement.

Then, Su Qingluan finally stated her purpose: "As for the jam, young master, you can first describe your experience of tasting it to the elders one by one, so that the elders know your sincere intentions."

"But didn't you say that it would take twenty to thirty days to make this jam?" Xie Zian asked.

"As the saying goes, good things can only be encountered by chance, not sought after," Su Qingluan showed an enigmatic smile, "Young Master, why not say something like this? It will surely please the elders at home."

As she spoke, she took a few steps forward and whispered a few words to Xie Zian and the old housekeeper.