Qing Yan needs to calm down. Transmigrating is one thing, but becoming an infant? Is this a joke? When she was three years old, she met a jade-carved little boy. Qing Yan's eyes immediately lit...
After lunch, Yin took Qingyan and the twins out of the courtyard. Before leaving, Yin had Qingyan soak the twins in the water. Before leaving, the two little ones discovered that their appearance had become very ordinary, and Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen even cried bitterly.
Yin held his youngest daughter, whose little nose was red. She was sniffling as she lay on his shoulder. Yin felt very sorry for her, but there was nothing he could do.
"Father, how can we go out?" Hutulifengshengzhalafen understood that the courtyard had been very crowded a few days ago, and the three youngest children were basically unable to go out to play.
"Well, this is all we can do until we reach Yangzhou." Yin hoped that the two children could have a different experience.
Yiken thought this was great; he no longer had to worry about his servants flattering him because of his status, and he simply viewed things from the perspective of an ordinary person.
"Hmm." Yiken nodded, looking around at the bustling market. It was basically set up by ordinary people, and the things sold weren't very fancy, but they could meet the basic needs of the people for food, clothing, shelter, and transportation.
Under the protection of guards disguised as servants, the family of four leisurely strolled through the streets. When they found some delicious food, Qingyan would also fulfill the wishes of the two little ones, even though there were some things that children were not allowed to eat in the palace.
"Mother, the people here don't eat noodles," Yiken asked softly, leaning close to Qingyan's ear.
Qingyan nodded, secretly admiring Yiken's keen observation skills. The food stalls around the area were mostly selling rice-based dishes.
"Mother, is rice cake also a local specialty?" Since Yiken came here, she has always used rice cake instead of steamed buns.
Qingyan nodded, noting that rice is the main ingredient in Huaiyang cuisine.
"Alright, let's go to Yuelai Inn later and have a good meal." Qingyan had contacted Yuelai Inn in advance. Because there were too many ships coming in during this period, the inn could not close to entertain guests. Therefore, the manager specially helped the Dragon Guard who came to scout the place to buy three five-courtyard houses.
As evening approached, the Yue Lai Inn was busiest with customers. When Yin and Qingyan entered, the innkeeper quickly came forward to greet them.
"Let's go to the private room first." Yin noticed that many diners in the lobby were secretly observing the family of four, so he asked the manager to take them to the private room first.
As they climbed the steps, Yin carried Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen into his arms, so that she wouldn't be seen by outsiders. Qingyan followed behind, her hat covering her chest.
The attire of the two women, one older and one younger, made it clear to the diners that this family must be from a wealthy household.
Once inside the private room, Qingyan took off his hat. The manager, who also traveled to the capital every year to report on his work, was very excited to see Zhuzi and her family of four.
"Greetings to the master, greetings to the fourth master, greetings to the two young masters," the shopkeeper quickly said.
Qingyan nodded slightly and said, "Rise and kowtow. Is dinner ready?"
"Everything is ready, and the steamed buns that the two young masters like are also prepared," the shopkeeper quickly reported.
"Serve the meal." Qingyan was very satisfied with the manager's actions.
When traveling, everything should be kept simple. Even Emperor Kangxi and Emperor Yinzong, who loved noodles, had to adapt to local customs and eat rice cakes and other similar foods.
Qingyan felt sorry for Yin, so she specially asked Yuelai Inn to prepare flour, waiting for the family to come out for a treat.
"Little darling, flour is very precious in the south." The south doesn't produce flour, so rice flour is mostly used instead, and the steamed buns and other similar products made from it don't taste very good.
Qingyan shook her head; as long as she was satisfied with the food, that was enough.
The two children's eyes lit up when they heard there were steamed buns. They had left in a hurry and hadn't brought much with them; the flour they had wasn't enough for everyone's usual needs.
Dinner was quickly served. Since this place is close to the sea, most of the dishes were seafood. Yin glanced at Qingyan silently; seafood was Qingyan's favorite.
"Hehe, this is the real time to eat seafood. After a while, the fishing ban will start, and it won't be this cheap anymore if you want to eat fresh seafood." Qingyan also gave herself an excuse: the two children have already started to learn to eat on their own.
They looked at the dishes on the table, which were different from what they ate in the mansion and palace.
"Huaiyang cuisine emphasizes light flavors, and this crab meat lion's head and braised shredded tofu are representative examples," Qingyan explained.
Yin took a bite of the lion's head meatball. It was full of crab roe, and the pork flavor was not strong. It was quite different from the lion's head meatballs made by the imperial chefs.
"It tastes good." Yin is a picky eater, and it's rare for him to like something.
Hutu Lifengsheng Zhalafen was attracted by the braised prawns. Su Lan peeled the prawns and put them on her plate. Each prawn was tender and bouncy when she ate it.
Seeing the two children eating happily, Qingyan felt relieved. After traveling for several days, the children's appetite had gradually decreased, which worried her. She often changed the menu and asked Sulan to make different dishes for the children.
"Mother, I like it so much, I want to eat more." Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen rarely had something she liked to eat. Looking at the dried shrimp next to her, Yin smiled.
They truly are mother and daughter; they share some similar tastes, such as seafood, which is always Xiao Guai's favorite.
"No, we've eaten enough," Qingyan stopped her immediately. "We need to rest here for a few days, and we'll bring you here for meals every day, okay?"
Hutu Lifengsheng Zhalafen looked at the shrimp on the plate, then glanced at Yin and Qingyan, and finally nodded.
"Alright, Mother, you said it yourself." Qingyan nodded in agreement because of the expectant look in Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen's eyes.
Yay!
Hutu Lifengsheng Zhalafen stretched out his little hand and waved it twice.
"Ah Hun, I like this, you can't take it from me." Hutu Lifengsheng Zhalafen said quickly when he saw Yiken'e looking at the shrimp.
"Hutu Lifeng Shengzha Lafen, good food should be shared with everyone." The little girl rarely shares her favorite foods with Yiken'e.
Yiken'e looked at the little girl, her eyes filled with tears, and said, "Mother, it's okay that my little sister ate all the food I didn't like."
Yin gave his son an approving look, and the son lowered his head and began to eat the lion's head meatballs.
"No, Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen should give the last shrimp to Yiken'e." Qingyan was determined not to spoil Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen. The little girl had been pampered by too many people, and she had never failed to get what she wanted.
Such a temper will cause her trouble in the future. Her husband will definitely not spoil her like an elder or parent would. In a marriage, mutual tolerance is essential.
“Alright.” Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen secretly glanced at Yin and directly had Sulan hand the things over to Yiken’e.
Yiken didn't hesitate and ate the shrimp right away.
Qingyan was relieved to see that the two children were loving and affectionate. From now on, the siblings could support each other. Their parents were no longer around, but the siblings were the closest of friends.