Chapter 363 Brother, I understand you

I was thinking that I must have a glass of wine with dinner to celebrate.

"Oh, right." Chu Jinnian suddenly pulled the reins and slowed down. "Send a letter to Jinzhou, telling him that I will be with him on August 15th."

"Yes." Jing Zhao nodded excitedly, "I'll do it right away."

Randomly frowned again, "But I'm afraid the Fourth Prince will start to complain again, saying that the eldest son is always missing during the New Year and never shows up at the palace banquet..."

"It's been like this for so many years, isn't he used to it?" Chu Jinnian was quite disapproving.

Jing Zhao was speechless for a moment.

That's right. Ever since Chu Jinzhou was settled in Qingzhu Garden, Chu Jinzhou would always accompany him during the holidays. He had never even heard the emperor's edict, let alone the nagging of the fourth prince. It must be said that his eldest son really loved his younger brother, the third son, very much.

I am so envious.

Young Master, are you still in need of a younger brother?

The kind that eats five bowls in one meal... ——Zhuang Qingning went to Miao Village for several days in a row.

Every day I go out at dawn and return home under the moonlight.

Finally, I learned the skill of making sweet potato vermicelli almost perfectly, and also helped Miao Hongjin sort out some things in the workshop, and the workshop also produced the first batch of sweet potato vermicelli.

Basically, there are no major problems with the craftsmanship, and what remains is the coordination of various processes in the workshop and the coordination of the people doing the work.

These can only be left to time.

Zhuang Qingning and Miao Hongjin agreed to go there once in the next half month to take a look. If there is anything urgent, they can call her.

Zhuang Qingning has been working hard in the workshop these days, and his eye sockets have obviously become darker. Miao Hongjin has seen it all and just asked Zhuang Qingning to have a good rest for a few days while he will take care of the workshop.

When Zhuang Qingning was about to leave, Miao Hongjin asked him to take away most of the vermicelli that had just been produced in the workshop.

Part of it is the raw materials that Zhuang Qingning prepared for the hot and sour noodle stall in the town, and the other part is what Miao Hongjin wants to give to Zhuang Qingning.

"There is nothing good in the village that can be given to Miss Zhuang. The only thing we can give now is this sweet potato vermicelli. It can be considered as a gift to the Buddha. Miss Zhuang, take it back and eat it at home or give it to others. It's all fine."

Miao Hongjin smiled and said, "Everyone agrees with this vermicelli. Miss Zhuang, you don't have to feel bad. To be honest, everyone thought it was too little and insisted on giving it all to Miss Zhuang. In the end, I stopped them and said that if they gave it all away, there would be no comparison with the vermicelli made later, and it would not be good to tell which was better. So everyone gave up."

Zhuang Qingning smiled when she heard that.

The people in Miao Village are simple and honest. They are all kind-hearted, at least they are not greedy.

"Then I will accept it shamelessly. From now on, I will trouble Miao Lizheng to run this workshop."

Zhuang Qingning also explained to Miao Lizheng some precautions in the workshop. For example, when making starch, one must choose sweet potatoes with good texture and not use bad ones, so as not to affect the taste.

As for storage, you have to choose a cool, ventilated and dry place to prevent the sweet potato vermicelli from deteriorating due to environmental influences.

After saying all this in detail, Zhuang Qingning said goodbye to Miao Hongjin, left Miao Village, and followed Shen Quan and Zhang Lin home.

When they got home, Zhuang Qingning mentioned that they had not been to Miao Village for some time, and the next time they would go would be after August 15th, so they didn't need to bother coming tomorrow.

"I'll go to town tomorrow to check on the stalls. I think the hot and sour noodle shop will open in the next few days. After the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, when you have time, just go to town to eat the hot and sour noodle."

Zhuang Qingning smiled and said, "As for the pot cake, I will also give it to Uncle Xiang Rong in the shop. You can try it together when the time comes."

"Okay." When he heard there was food to eat, Shen Quan quickly agreed and even promised that he would go and have a few bowls.

However, although Zhang Lin was happy about eating hot and sour noodles, the joy on his face could not hide the disappointment in his eyes.

It's not certain when this girl will go to Miao Village in the future, and she may not send him. By then, I'm afraid she won't have any reason to come here again. If that's the case...

Zhang Lin looked around the village.

It seems that Miss Zhou didn't come to look for Miss Zhuang today.

Should he go and see Miss Zhou? If he were to ask why...

Just say that Lord Ding asked you to take a look? That would make you feel more at ease?

While Zhang Lin was daydreaming, an ox cart slowly came over. The driver let out a "whoosh" and the ox cart stopped aside.

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"Sister Ning." Zhuang Sifu jumped off the ox cart and stuffed the oil-paper bag in his hand into Zhuang Qingning's hand. "Aunt Cao brought back some steamed buns from the sun. They are said to be made of leeks, eggs, tofu and river shrimps. They are very delicious. I saw that you didn't have time to go to the shop recently, so I brought some back for you so that you and Qingsui can taste them together."

"Thank you, Brother Sifu." Zhuang Qingning took it and looked at the new washstand on his ox cart. He couldn't help but teasing, "Is this for Sister Zhou?"

There are only two people in Zhuang Sifu's family, Zhuang Sifu and his father. Two rough men cannot use such delicate things. It is obviously prepared for the girl. If there is a girl who can make Zhuang Sifu so concerned, there is only this one.

Zhuang Sifu's face immediately turned red when he heard what Zhuang Qingning said, and he looked embarrassed. "I didn't buy this specifically for Miss Zhou. Miss Zhou just wanted a washstand and asked me to look for one in town. I thought this one was good, so I bought it."

"But I don't think this thing is for Miss Zhou. I heard her say before that Aunt Wen and Aunt Han are getting old and have some back pain. I think this thing is for the two old ladies. It can be considered as a way of showing filial piety to them."

Zhuang Sifu smiled and sat on the side of the car. "I'll go deliver the things first. I have to go back quickly to cook for my father."

"Okay, Brother Sifu, you go ahead and do your work first." Zhuang Qingning said with a smile.

"Then Miss Zhuang, you go ahead and do your work. We'll go back first." Zhang Lin said, with a forced smile that was a little bitter. He was afraid that Zhuang Qingning would notice, so he quickly lowered his head, jumped onto the carriage, whipped the horse, and drove out of the village.

The wheels of the car squeaked as they turned, and Zhang Lin felt as if he was being scratched by a cat. He felt extremely uncomfortable.

Shen Quan patted Zhang Lin on the shoulder, then sighed slightly, as if to say, "Brother, I understand you."

Zhang Lin took Shen Quan's hand away from his shoulder with great disdain, "You are a fool, you have no idea what's going on in your head. How can you understand this?"

Why don't you believe it?

(End of this chapter)