Finally, she got out of the door. Just after she took a few steps, Dabao, who had been waiting on the side, ran over to grab the backpack on Yin Xiaoman's back, but she dodged him.

"Take this, hold it tight, don't spill it." She stuffed the clay pot in her arms into Dabao's hand.

Dabao stared at the flour in the jar, stunned for a moment, and then an expression of incredible surprise appeared on his face.

"Flour! Flour!" he shouted in surprise.

"Yes, flour, white flour!"

Yin Xiaoman was also infected by the child's undisguised joy. He reached out to rub his head and imitated him to repeat the sentence foolishly.

After saying that, she started laughing first.

Holding a child in each hand, she said loudly, "Let's go home! Mom will make you some white flour cakes!"

"Mian! Mian! Mian! Mian!"

Dabao was obviously overwhelmed by the surprises one after another and had no idea how to express his feelings.

He repeated the word loudly over and over again in a high voice, as if there was no other way to express his happiness.

The sound was clear and loud, without any stuttering.

Erniu was obviously infected by her brother's mood. She didn't want Yin Xiaoman to pull her anymore. She jumped to Dabao's side and stretched her head towards the jar.

When she finally saw what was inside, she smiled with eyes curved, and shouted loudly: "Gao Gao, Gao Gao, Gao Gao!"

"Mian! Mian! Mian! Mian!"

"Gao-gao! Gao-gao!"

The two children were like two little fools, singing in unison and shouting over and over again without getting tired. Their sweet and crisp laughter and cheers echoed all the way home.

Finally home.

After settling the two still extremely excited children, Yin Xiaoman went into the kitchen alone.

As the former head aunt of the imperial kitchen, her cooking skills are naturally excellent.

In addition, she was in a good mood today, and at this moment she really wanted to show her skills to the two children.

However, when his eyes fell on the only salt shaker with a thin bottom on the stove, the smile on Yin Xiaoman's face disappeared again.

A good cook cannot cook without rice.

Even if she has talent, it will be useless without the materials.

Before, Chen Mancheng asked her to come back and make dumplings for the children, but dumplings require not only white flour but also vegetables and meat.

But those were not available at home, so she consciously changed dumplings into cakes.

In Yin Xiaoman's opinion, it is not difficult to make a sponge cake for the children by making dough. Even if there is no sugar and sponge cake cannot be made, at least some white flour steamed buns can be made.

But she still underestimated how poor this family was. Just like now, she can't even find a leavener for fermentation.

"Oh, it would be nice to be able to go back to the imperial kitchen." Yin Xiaoman sighed from the bottom of his heart.

As soon as he said this, Yin Xiaoman felt dazed.

When she reacted, she suddenly found herself in a very familiar environment.

There were camphorwood tables and chairs, and a willowwood bed, hung with curtains that she had sewn herself. On the cabinet next to the bed was the purse that she had casually thrown there before leaving the house that day!

Yin Xiaoman couldn't help rubbing his eyes.

This is clearly the room she lives in the palace!

Could it be that she... put it back on again? !

Yin Xiaoman's heart began to pound, and she walked back and forth in the room as if in a dream.

The further I walked, the more dizzy I felt.

Because she was about to leave the palace, her sisters and subordinates gave her gifts as per custom.

These people were all palace maids and eunuchs, so they definitely wouldn't be carrying anything valuable.

They were nothing more than some of their specialties or clothes, shoes, socks, and fabrics that they had sewn for her.

Yin Xiaoman had planned to pack these things before leaving the palace. Now they were still neatly arranged on the table in the middle of the room, just like they were before she left that morning.

Peach blossom pastry, date cake, honey twisted dough sticks, shortbread...all are soft and crispy as if they were just out of the oven.

Looking at the foods that he once took for granted, Yin Xiaoman swallowed subconsciously.

She picked up a piece of almond candy and put it in her mouth, and immediately squinted her eyes at the sweet taste.

My stomach felt even emptier.

She picked up a piece of shortbread and was about to eat it, but her eyes accidentally fell on a clay pot in the corner.

The can was filled to the brim with milk.

I don't know when it started, but it became popular among the favored nobles in the palace to bathe with milk.

It is said that this can make their skin as white as jade.

As the head aunt in charge of the imperial kitchen, even though Yin Xiaoman never cared about these things, she couldn't stop her subordinates from thinking about showing filial piety.

Although she could not enjoy the luxury of bathing with milk like the nobles, someone would always secretly put a small can of milk in her room every day so that she could use it to moisturize her face and soak her hands when she had free time.

After a long time, Yin Xiaoman got used to it.

At this moment, as she looked at the full can of milk, what passed before her eyes were the two children's faces that were so thin that they looked unrecognizable...

I couldn't help but sigh subconsciously: "It would be great if I could take this milk back and boil it for the two kids to drink."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Xiaoman fell into a trance again.

When she came to her senses again, she was standing in the dilapidated kitchen again.

On the stove in front of him was the can of milk that was about to overflow!

She was so frightened that she took several steps back.

My mind went blank for a moment and I was completely unable to think.

After a while, she tentatively said, "I want to go back to the imperial kitchen."

In a flash, she was back in her own little house, and everything in the house remained as it was.

Yin Xiaoman sat down on the stool, and for a long, long time, he was unable to calm the raging storm in his heart!

She looked at the place where the clay pot had been placed before and found that it was empty.

Does this mean that I can take everything in the house back to Shuanggui Village?

With these fine foods, she and the children won’t have to endure the throat-irritating coarse grains for a long time?

Thinking of this, Yin Xiaoman suddenly became excited!

Milk cake! It’s delicious and easy to digest, Erniu will definitely like it.

The fried dough twist is crispy and juicy. Dabao has definitely never eaten it before.

Her eyes began to light up, and she couldn't help imagining how happy the children would be when they saw these delicious foods.

But just as she picked up a plate of milk cake and was about to go out, she hesitated and put it back.

She suddenly realized that if she really took these things back, she would have no way of explaining it to the children!

After thinking about it, Yin Xiaoman walked to the door, picked up a cloth bag, and took out two salted duck eggs.

This was specially sent to her by Liu Bang, the food deliveryman for the imperial kitchen, after he knew that she was going to leave the palace.

He said that his wife pickled them herself and guaranteed that they were juicy, so he asked her to keep some for herself.

Having stayed in the imperial kitchen for a long time, why would Yin Xiaoman care about these salted duck eggs?

I was simply moved by his sincerity and took it.

And at this moment, she is extremely grateful to Liu!

At the same time, he deeply regretted his careless behavior in daily life.

When Yin Xiaoman thought about how many delicious foods she had given to the little girls, her heart ached!

If she had known this would happen, she would have at least exchanged some rice, flour, grain and oil for the house!

Rice, flour, grain and oil?

Thinking of this, Yin Xiaoman couldn't help but feel moved.

"Send me to the imperial kitchen." She emphasized and said silently.

After a moment of trance, I changed places again.

Is it really possible?

Yin Xiaoman rubbed his chest excitedly, suppressed the heart that was about to jump out of his throat, and slowly opened his eyes.

But--

Everything I saw was gray and there was only fog.

"I want to go to the imperial kitchen." She repeated unwillingly.

The fog is still there in front of me, without any change.

It seems there is no hope of getting rice, flour, grain and oil.

She felt a sense of loss.

"Let's go back to our residence." Yin Xiaoman sighed.

Before he finished speaking, the scene in front of him had changed back to the previous room.

This time, she took inventory of all her belongings very carefully, and then made another huge discovery!

Because she had already decided to leave the palace, Yin Xiaoman asked someone to buy her a small house in the capital.

As a place to stay after leaving the palace.

Yin Xiaoman lost his parents when he was very young and was raised by his grandmother.

Before entering the palace, she lived with her grandmother by the sea, making a living by fishing and picking up seafood.

She entered the palace for eighteen years and never saw her grandmother again. She didn't even get to see the old man for the last time when he passed away. She has no relatives left in this world.

So that small house is Yin Xiaoman's support for the rest of her life.

The renovation cost her almost half of her savings and also put a lot of thought and thought into it.

After the house was repaired, Yin Xiaoman took out his frequently used things in batches and at times, taking advantage of the opportunity to go out of the palace to do some work.

It can be said that the rooms in the palace were all empty, except for some gifts of cakes and pastries sent by old friends.

But now, Yin Xiaoman was surprised to find that the valuables and items she had previously sent to the new house were back in the house.

There was even a mahogany box that she had never seen before in the small secret compartment at the head of the bed where she kept her precious jewelry. Inside was the eight hundred taels of silver that she had used to buy the house!

Looking at the dazzling silver, Yin Xiaoman felt completely stunned.

She couldn't even figure out which was real and which was a dream?

She fell down on the edge of the bed, her back covered in sweat, her mind becoming more and more confused, and her whole body was in a daze, as if someone had cast a spell on her.

"Mother! Mother!"

At this moment, a familiar voice came from not far away. Yin Xiaoman was startled and finally came to his senses.

"go out!"

She lowered her voice and spoke quickly, and in the blink of an eye she reappeared in the kitchen.

"Mom! It's done!"

Erniu rushed in, shouting, holding three cleanly washed sweet potatoes in her hands, and threw herself into Yin Xiaoman's arms.

"Mom, roast it and eat it. It's sweet!"

She shook the sweet potato in front of Yin Xiaoman's eyes and couldn't help swallowing her saliva as she spoke.

Yin Xiaoman was immediately amused by her cute little appearance.

This was the first time Erniu made a request to her.

Even though this requirement is so simple and easy to do.

"good!"

She touched the top of the girl's head affectionately with her lips and said lovingly, "Mom roasted it for Erniu. It's very sweet."

"Mmm! So sweet!"

Erniu smiled happily.

The eyes were curved and narrowed into a crescent shape, which made people feel happy when looking at them.

Looking at this little girl who looked exactly like the third princess who grew up in his eyes and died of illness, Yin Xiaoman felt that the haze that had shrouded his heart had instantly dissipated.

What does it matter what is real and what is a dream?

No matter where you are, the most important thing is to live a good life.